110Broken Love Story
Big Girls and Bitches Don't Cry
"A fly may sting a stately horse and make him wince; but one is but an insect, and the other is a horse still." -Samuel Johnson
"Get up off the floor!" He yelled down at me. I quickly stood up and looked down at the floor. Never make eye contact.
"I told you to get me a beer. Does that mean bring me a light beer! No! It means bring me a fucking beer! Not a light one! Now get to it bitch!" He pushed me and I almost fell down again. I walked into the kitchen mechanically like I did almost everyday pulling out a beer that wasn't light and handed it to him. He looked at me as I stood there. Hands behind my back, stiff, almost shaking from the pain in my breast where he had pushed me. "Go some where I don't want to see your ugly face." I quietly went upstairs to my room.
"Honey are you okay?" my mother peeked in the room as I was looking at my shoulder were he had grabbed it.
"Yeah. Everything's fine."
"Okay honey just be careful." She left as quietly as she had come. I laid down in my bed and drifted off to sleep.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock and looked at the time. 6:00AM. I stood up and went into my bathroom. I took a cold shower to clear my thoughts. I looked down and saw a bruise were he had pushed me last night. Sighing I stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror. Dark brown hair, pale green eyes, and paler skin, which only made the bruise stand out more. At least no one could see where it was since it was on my chest. I put on my black shirt and faded blue jeans. I put on layers of eyeliner and nothing else. I brushed my waste long hair putting it in a braid in the back of my head. Grabbing my messenger bag purse and my school books I walked downstairs. Looking around I walked out side and down the driveway for the bus to come. Sitting down I turned on my CD player. The Offspring stared to play through my headphones. "Deep inside your soul there's a hole you don't wanna see. Every single day what you say makes no sense to me. Even though I try I can't get my head around you." I nodded along with the music. My bus came to a stop in front of me. I stepped inside the bus and sat in the front seat. I was always the first stop so I had my pick of seats. I sat down and spread my legs across the whole seat. The bus driver looked at me smiling he pointed to my ears. I took my headphones off and put them inside my bag.
The bus ride was long while they picked up all the kids. One or two little kids asked to sit with me but I said no. I hated sitting with people. They always managed to talk to me. The bus stopped at the elementary school and I watched the little hellions get off as I leaned against the window giving them evil looks so they got off a little faster. One or two kids I smiled at because they were little enough not to think I was weird. Then we stopped at the middle school where I smiled evilly at the kids who looked at me. Then came the high school where I was one of the five people to get off the bus and one of the two seniors. I stepped off the bus and put my headphones back on and started the same song as before. I walked in the school and quickly made my way to my locker.
Two people stood making out at my locker. "Be careful or your tongue will get stuck like that. Get the fuck away from my locker." I pushed them out of the way and opened my locker.
"Forgot this was the bitches locker." I gave them a smug grin and flipped them off.
"Well it is." I pulled my books out of my locker as the bell for class rang. Sighing I left leaving the two "lovers" to do what they pleased as I went to my class. Sitting in the back of the class I laid my head in my arms.
"Today, class, you are going to be put in groups for dissecting a pig." I bit my lip at the mention of groups. Damn you Ms. Waters. "You can pick the groups and it is only two to a group. No one can work alone." She looked pointedly at me knowing I would want to work alone. "Now pick you partners." Everyone in the class started to talk and discus who would be with who but I just sat there looking down at the desk. "Miss Miller do I have to assign you to a person?" I smirked at her and nodded. "Ah you're in luck we do have another person who doesn't seem to want to be in a group. Miss Miller sit with Christian." she pointed to a boy in front who had his arms crossed. I walked over to him and sat in the seat next to him. No one in the class would want to be in a group with me because of the fact I was the "bitch" and no one wanted to piss me off.
"Hello Christian." I said sarcastically looking at Mrs. Waters. I turned to look at the buy and knew why no one was his partner. He had tight black guy pants on and his shirt was a black baggy band t-shirt. His black hair went down to about three inches from his shoulder and his bangs were swept over. It was messy and it looked as though he had just gotten out of bed with it. He turned to look at me and his eyes were a ice blue. I looked away as his eyes traveled over my face then my clothing.
"Hello Miss Miller." He said with a smile in his voice.
"Miss Miller is what she calls me. I'm Helena. Like that song they keep playing on the radio and TV." I looked over at him and saw he was smiling.
"Cool." that was all he said then turned back to what ever he was writing in his notebook. I leaned back in my desk and looked at Mrs. Waters for what to do. She was busy talking on the phone to what it looked like to be her husband.
"She's going to be on the phone for a while. Maybe we'll be lucky and she'll stay on there for the rest of class. It's happened before. We can only hope." said to myself because I knew no one would really hear it.
"We can only hope? Well I don't care if she does or not." I turned to Christian and smirked at him.
"Well she acts like I'm one of her favorite students but she actually hates me because I get detention everyday and she holds it." I turned so I was sitting facing him with my legs stretched out under his desk.
"Ah well I'm surprised I didn't see you there." He was still looking at his notebook.
"I'm usually at the back blending into the woodwork. All the teachers pretend to love me but they really do hate me. Why do you think she made us do this in groups and made me have a partner." I gave him another smirk but he didn't see it because he was looking at his notebook now filled with words.
"I think you just want to think teachers hate you because you hate them." He finally turned to me and smirked right back at my smirk.
"Well touché Mr. Last-name-I-do-not-know. You have me corrected. Even though you don't know me. They really do hate me though no matter what your logical brain says.
"I know who you are. You the 'bitch' of the senior class. Well not the biggest one but you are the one that gets pissed off the most." I looked at him with a smug smile on my face. I was proud of my self for making a reputation.
"What can I say besides I know I am. How else do you know me." I leaned forward looked at him with a smirk. He just raised an eyebrow.
"You are in two more of my classes." I smiled and looked at him nodding.
"I don't really pay attention to the people in my classes but I don't think I know you."
"Probably don't. I am very good at blending in. Like you are in detention." he smiled and flipped the page in his notebook and started writing again.
"What are you writing?" I leaned forward to look at it but he quickly closed the notebook and looked at me with a serious face.
"I don't let people see what I write." I leaned back and smile at him.
"Fine. What are you writing? Is it poetry or a note or just something else." I tilted my head to one side and smirked at his again. I have a problem with smirking and I can't help but do it when I am with someone.
"Well it's mostly-… wait why am I telling someone when I don't tell anybody what's in the notebook." he smirked right back at me and I sat back in my seat and lightly chuckled. I hadn't had this much fun at school since I had broken Maria Hudson's nose.
I opened my mouth to say something but the bell rang. I stood up. "Bye Christian." I picked up my book and my purse and left the room. I went to my locker to put my books in there because I had study hall next. Someone came up behind me and I turned around. "What do you want?" I said in a tired voice.
"I want you to stop acting like you own the school because you don't. Just because you beat up some important people you think you can just walk around like no one can touch you. Well you have a rude awakening coming." Lacy Henderson poked my chest right where my bruise was with her long, perfectly manicured, red finger nail. I bit my lip at the pain that spread it's way over my body.
"Listen you major slut I don't own the school and if you bring this 'rude awakening' I wouldn't to be you. I'll beat you and your major whore crew that you call friends. Don't even try to cross me. I'm stronger than you think. You better watch out before you end up like Marie did." I pushed her back against the lockers and walked away. Not before giving her a smug smirk. I wasn't stupid enough to fight her.
"Miss Miller detention." I looked behind my back and gave Mrs. Waters a thumbs up.
"I'll be there." I said as I walked to the next class.
Students walked though the door of the lunch room that I sat on the floor beside. Someone walked by and kicked my leg.
"Watch it dipshit!" I yelled at him.
"Move it bitch." He said as he stood in front of me.
"Don't call me that asshole." I kicked his leg and he fell to the floor I smiled cheekily at him as I kicked him in the side. "Get up bitch." I said to him. I hear it enough to be able to say it to someone else. He gave me a glare as he stood up with his foot about to kick the side of my thighs. I sat and waited for the foot to kick me.
"I don't think you should do that because as soon as you do she'll grab your foot and pull you down." The guy turned around and walked away. I looked up to see the guy who had saved my poor legs from the second bruise that that guy would have caused. He had short brown hair that was spiked up and his brown eyes looked at me with worry. "Us men can be such jerks." He offered his hand out to help me up.
"No I'm sitting here." I looked him over and saw that he was wearing a pink polo shirt and faded blue jeans that sagged just a little. He was a over all prep looking guy. That's when it hit me. He was the "hot guy" at our school. The "most popular guy" that usually made fun of people like me. "So what is a Mr. Colin McGee doing helping the girl everyone at you status hates." I gave him a little smirk then frowned at him.
He sat down beside me. "I was trying to do the right thing." I looked at him skeptically. "I saw that he was going to kick you and thought I should stop him. I could cal him back to kick you if you want?" He smiled at me.
"Yes oh yes bring the bastard back!" I said sarcastically with my hands in the air. "Not everyday a . asshole like yourself does the right thing I would be proud if I were you." I crossed my arms over my chest careful of my bruise.
"You seem like your in a good mood."
"When someone tries to kick you it really doesn't make a person happy. Why are you even here? After doing the 'right thing' you should walk off and pretend you didn't because that would make your little followers think less of you." I stood up and walked away not looking back to see if he followed. I went to my locker and the bell rang to go to my last class.
"Get out of my way." A guy pushed past me and I pushed him away from me. I quickly walked to my class thinking about who all would gang up on me that was Lacy's friends. I walked in the class and sat down in my usual back seat.
"Hello Miss Miller." I looked beside me and saw Christian sit down in the seat.
"Please call me Helena. I hate my last name. So this is the other class that you're in? Cool. What was the other one I didn't pay attention?" I opened my own notebook and started writing.
Falling forever, with no hope.
Love has abandoned me.
Feel this heart you broke.
"Study hall. You weren't in there today." He had his notebook open but he was looking at mine. "What are you writing?"
I looked up and smiled. "Random lines of poetry if you want to know. I go to different study halls all the time. Today I went to the office to help with the signing people in. I do it every Friday." I turned to his notebook. "What are you writing?"
"Random lines of whatever comes into my head." He smirked at me and turned back to his writing. I put my pencil to my paper and skipped some lines.
What lies beneath this hell called earth that we live in.
Hell worse than any you've seen yet.
But nothing worse than what you go though everyday.
"What are you writing this time sexy?" A jerk from the class sat in front of me and I sneered at him.
"Ways to chop off your dick in the most painful way possible." I smiled innocently at him and he stood up and walked away. "Asshole." I said under my breath.
"What did he do to you?" Christian said looking to where the guy had sat down with some of his friends. "You seem to hate him."
"That's because I do." I sighed. "He's one of those guy's that ask you out just to make fun of you. I'm not stupid enough to by it." I closed my notebook as the teacher started class. Psychology. I loved it with a passion. If there was one class that I looked forward to going to it was there and study hall.
The bell rang and it was time to go to detention. "Oh joy! Detention again. Nothing better." I waved to Christian quickly and left with out another word. I walked into the detention room and I was the first one there. "Hi, Mrs. Waters." I said tiredly and sat down at the back corner.
"How did you get in here?" I looked up to see a Colin McGee standing in front of me.
"I pushed Lacy Henderson against some lockers after she had threatened me. Unfortunately the teachers love her and she didn't get detention for poking me and almost telling me off. What's a jock like you doing in here?" Technically he wasn't a jock because he didn't play any sports but he hung out with those people.
"I got caught skipping two of my classes ." He sat down beside of me and leaned forward looking at what was written on the chalk board. "'I will not have detention again' Do we really have to write that?"
"You only have to write it if you get into trouble in here. It's a form of punishment that I hate and try not to have. If you keep talking to me I'll have to yell at you to go away and sit with your followers who adore you every move." I sat back and put my feet on the seat of the desk in front of me. I took out my headphones and pressed play. The whole hour I was in there was filled with me almost falling asleep and writing things in my notebook.
"Okay you guys you can leave now." Mrs. Waters stood up. "I don't want to see any of you back in here tomorrow." I walked by her and smirked. "Yes Miss Miller I know I'll see you." I walked out and stopped at the doorway to the school.
"Damnit I don't want to go home." I turned my headphones off and shoved them in my bag as I grabbed my cell phone.
"I guess you don't like it there. It can't be much worse than here." Colin walked up beside me and smiled. "Got a ride?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm calling someone to pick me up." I waved the phone in my hand and dialed a number. Some one picked up on the third ring. "Hey Aunt Lea can I talk to Uncle Mark?… He's not there?… Okay thanks." I hung up and shoved the phone in my bag. "Damnit!" I started walking toward my house.
"Hey do you need a ride?" I stopped and looked behind me. "I can take you home if you don't have a ride." Colin reached me and smiled down at me. I looked over his face and sighed to myself thinking I was going to regret what I was about to say.
"Sure." Usually I got a ride from my uncle Mark on Fridays. Other days I would walk because my father had to work Monday though Thursday and I didn't see him until 7 at night. He didn't like me being any later than 5PM on Fridays. It was 4:55PM and I had to have a ride home. Uncle Mark would always have an excuse to give my father that I was late but he wasn't there today.
"Cool." He lead me to his car. It was a black corvette that I automatically fell in love with it. I sat down in his car and he did the same starting up the engine and sped out of the parking lot. He drove as fast I I did when I was aloud to use the car. Fast. I told him were to go and we got there in fifteen minutes. I mumbled a thank you and quickly rushed out of the car and stepped inside my house.
"Why are you late?!" My father, Gavin, slapped me as soon as I had the door shut. I bit my lip and looked down. I could be brave at school but when it came to him I couldn't do a thing. "I told you I want you home at 5 every day! Not five minutes after! Do you hear me! Huh bitch?" He grabbed my shoulder and shook me.
"Yes sir." I said shakily. "I'm sorry sir."
"Sorry won't get you anywhere here. You're not worth any forgiving but I'll be good and say okay." His grip on my shoulder tightened as he pulled me closer to him. "Go wash the dishes this place is a pig's home!" with that he back handed me across the face and stomped off.
I rubbed my cheek and left to the kitchen. Looking at the sink full of dishes I sighed. I started to wash the dishes and when I was almost done Gavin came in to get him self a beer. I started drying a plate and I accidentally dropped it. Cringing I didn't even open my eyes. I felt Gavin's strong hand grab my fore arm.
"Did you just break a plate?!" He pulled my arm down and at the sudden force fell on the floor my hand going into glass. I cringed again as he kicked me in the side. I held back tears that would only make him become worse. "Clean it up!" He grabbed my hair and pushed my face on the floor causing there to be a small cut on my cheek. He walked out and I began to sweep up the pieces of broken glass off the floor. After I went to my room and picked the glass out of my hand and wiped the blood that was going down my cheek. I angrily looked at the new and big bruise on my arm.
"Damnit!" I took a shower and laid down in bed. I started watching a movie that was in TV but I didn't get into it. I turned the TV off and went to sleep thinking of the weekend to come. Tears wanted to surface in my eyes but I kept telling myself that big girls and bitches don't cry.
A/N: how do you like it? sad huh?... well i think it is... tell me if the summary needs work and if you don't like it tell me so i'll know just to forget this story... i really like it but if you guys don't i have no reason to keep it going... please review and tell me what you think!