Isaac
I was in the library sitting at one of the many tables. Today I’d made the decision to ditch gym class. Really I just didn’t want to get pummeled by basketballs again. If anyone asked I was here for a book report.
The book fort I constructed was meant as a way to hide myself from watchful eyes. That and it was cool.
Third period was usually held at the same time as lunch. I was scheduled for A-lunch but right now it was D-lunch. Just another thirty minutes before third period ends.
Present day
Alice
“Okay, hold on!” Shadow interrupted my story.
I was a little annoyed. “Don't Interrupt me! I was finally getting into a good flow.” At this rate I'll never finish.
Even Luca had gotten more than a little irritated with her. “Shadow let her tell the story!” The self proclaimed mage had actually grown an interest in my epic tale.
The cat girl held her hands up as her tail curled between her legs. It felt like she was surrendering. “I’m sorry Mistress I was just wondering how you know the parts you weren’t there for. It seems like lazy writing if your just gonna explain things out of your characters point of view.” What?
“I was totally there!..... Just not in the same room….. You don't think Izzy tells me things!? I’ll have you know Izzy tells me everything!” The nerve of this cat lady!
She blinked twice then seemed to accept it. “Okay, good enough for me. You may continue.” She motioned with her hands like she was offering up a stage.
I cleared my throat and got back into the story. “ahem!”
25 years ago
Isaac
I won't be able to stick around the library once forth period starts. I’ll have to find a new spot. That’s alright though. I'm a pro at skipping class.
Skipping class was the least of my worries. Simply put I felt like screaming. Like throwing myself at the walls and watching my body brake.
The urge to take a sledge hammer and tear down the school was gnawing at me. It’s been almost a whole year since dad died.
Feels like just yesterday he was talking my ear off about UFOs and how the government wants us dead before the age of 65.
Dad always had some crazy theories. Not everything that came out of his mouth was crazy. There were quite a few things he said that really stuck with me.
Like “you can't die with dignity you can only live with it.” or “what you do when your angry is a reflection on who you are as a person.” These little quotes were all I had left of him.
There was one I especially liked. “just because your alone doesn’t mean your alone.” That one hit a little to close to home.
I used to think it was a conspiracy thing but I think I get what he meant. He was saying I shouldn’t act differently when alone. I should be myself at all times. Weather I was in my room in solitude or out in the real world.
That was kinda hard for someone like me. The only thing I was capable of doing while in the presence of others was hide my face and stay silent. There was no getting out of my shell or being myself.
I used to have friends. Not many but still. They kinda just left. No, maybe I was the one that left. It doesn’t matter now. There gone.
I miss dad.
I’d say he was in a better place but… there’s no way he isn’t in hell. They say hell is nothing but a pit of fire. However after the research I did. I think it’s more like a dream.
No heaven or hell. Just a dream world. If you feel guilt then your dream world gets turned into a personal hell, but if you don’t feel guilt then it becomes a heaven. A world based off your memories and emotions.
By that logic a psychopath could go to heaven even if he killed a bunch of people. I wonder if dad feels guilty. He did kill a lot of criminals when he was alive.
I did a lot of thinking about it after dad’s death. I hope he’s okay, but just incase he’s in purgatory. I put my hands together and said a silent prayer.
I wasn’t religious before but after dads death mom started taking us all to church. It’s one of those weird religions you never know about until someone mentions it. Church of the truth or….. something.
She did a lot of new things now. She was…. A lot different to how she used to be.
Memories of pain resurfaced and with it a tear rolled down my left cheek. Shit! I quickly wiped it away.
I was overwhelmed by these memories. Were they really mine? It couldn’t be real. How could you even do that to a person. I shoved them down and forgot about them.
I couldn’t break down here so I pulled myself together. “Shit. If the old man could see me now he’d call me Samantha and make me sing I’m a little tea pot.” I sighed and rested my shaggy head of hair on the table.
There was no point in brushing it. It was just there to help with my anxiety. I could use it to hide from others. It acted as a wall between me and people. Thanks to it I never had to make eye contact.
The book fort was my attempt at solitude. It was like a charging station for my social energy.
As nice as it was it wasn’t complete solitude. I could hear the librarian talking to someone. “Oh, yes. I think I saw him. Are you suggesting he might be skipping class coach Teller.”
I pulled my head up and out of the book fort taking a look in their direction. It looked like coach actually came to find me. That’s so annoying. Shouldn’t he be playing with dodge balls right now?
I got out of my seat and snuck my way to the back. Coach went off in search of me. For a minute or two I had to sneak around like a ninja.
I was short and lean so it was easy for me to go unnoticed. My black hair and black hoodie helped me blend better with the low light.
The library had skylights so during the day that was about 60% of the libraries light source. Thanks to all that — and coach moving to the back of the room — I was finally able to sneak my way out the library.
The librarian was to distracted by the book she was reading and hadn’t noticed me run out the open doors. That was a close one.
The trick to skipping is to walk around like you have some place to be. Teachers never asked as long as you look like your doing something.
Maybe I should just leave the school grounds instead. I can go to the park a few blocks over. This is only third period. Still a bit of time left before I’ll be safe.
Can’t exactly go home. Mom’s been a bitch ever since dad died. Her punishments are pretty bad. I usually don’t go home until its late. Otherwise I might end up getting my ass beat all day. It depended on her mood.
Today was a hot day. The windows in the hall were all open. That’s pretty normal for this school. The fresh air feels good. It looked like the wind was coming from the north Today.
Today I had on a black hoodie. It was hot but…. I had to make sure no one could see it. I also had on some blue jeans. They were a bit torn.
Typically they had these metal screens over the windows to prevent accidents and keep bugs out, but a lot of them are missing. They don’t usually open the ones that are missing their protective screens but today most of them were open.
Can I die if I jump out a second story window? I feel like if I land on my head then it’s a sure death……
I stopped in my tracks and glanced at one of the unprotected openings. My voice was like a whisper. “Dad why won’t you come save me?... Your a super hero….. Do you even know what mom is doing?” a moment passed. No answer. At this point I wasn’t sure if I was praying or if I just felt like talking to myself.
I approached the window. Even though it was the second floor the height was still scary. What if I survive. Should I go to the fourth floor, or maybe the roof? Roof access was usually locked. I checked it the other day.
That’s when I heard something. Crying? Screaming? It sounded like a girl. I turned my head to its origin. She was a bit further down. It looked like she was being bullied.
Should I….. do something? I think I recognize her but I don’t remember. She has light brown hair and looks kind of hot.
I made my way over dragging my feet. Lucky for me this window was also screen less. I wonder what would dad say in this situation.
He would tell me to do something. To go save her. I’d probably say something like “but there’s more of them and there bigger than me.” and then he’d be all “Don’t be a pussy! If you don’t stand for anything. Then you don’t stand for nothing and a man that doesn’t stand for nothing is trash!”
That would hurt because I want to be like my dad. I’d probably respond with “They'll kick my butt and then who’s gonna save me.”
Then dad would smile. He’d lean down put his hand on my shoulder and say “kid it doesn’t matter if you get your ass beat. Nothing is worse than the shame of not standing up for what's right. When your old and your drinking on your porch It'll eat you alive.” Dad was always trying to teach me stuff. Even now it's all stuck in my head.
It slipped out of my mouth and I was left with regret. “Yeah…. well dad…… your dead.” I could feel his disappointment. It was like I stabbed him in the heart. My guts turned and I was left with a wound of my own.
I had to yell “God dam it!” Why am I such a coward! My hands clenched into solid fists. “Sorry pop’s….” Why am I so useless?
I’m an idiot! A loser! Not even a bad person! I was just a god dam worthless coward! If anyone deserves a beating like that it should be me! I’ve gotten them before!
The hole inside me sparked to life and my anger swelled. I was so pissed at myself for being so weak.
I felt so nervous. I wanted to help. I wanted to be like my dad. I wanted him to be proud of me.….. but I wasn't that person so I went for the next best thing.
In these times it was best to pretend to be someone else. I focused my mind and tapped into Terry. He was an asshole.
Like a dragon about to melt a city my anger erupted. My voice was like a molten breath. “knock it off you fuck-tards!!” My body moved on its own and I jumped out the window.
I’d forgotten I was on the second floor. Oops. Like a cat I landed on my feet. It put a lot of strain on my legs but the worst part was when my balls slapped against my taint. I nearly fell over.
“My…balls…”
I Did my best to stand up straight. My legs were a bit shaky. I must of looked so cool because these guys were just standing there. Almost as if someone had hit the pause button.
The biggest of the boys spoke up first. “Who the fuck… is this your boyfriend?”
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The girl I was supposedly saving responded with “Ew, no! Never! I’ve never met him in my life!”
She didn’t have to be such an asshole about it. A simple no would have been fine. Now that I think about it. Isn’t she that girl from that one video? Huh, small world.
“Oh em geeeeeee! Darrick! Darrick! This, this is the guy that stares at me in art class!” yelled one of the girls. She immediately covered her chest and tried to hide behind her friends.
Was she in that class? Often times I just stare off into space. Sometimes my eyes land on people and I freak them out. I should really stop doing that.
“Oh so this is the guy. Well don’t worry Darrick and the boizz will teach him a lesson.” Why was he referring to himself in the third person? Was that like his bands name or something?
The guy cracked his knuckles. “Hey moron!”
One of the girls spoke up. “Darrick you can’t call them that anymore. Your supposed to call them mentally retarded or retard for short.”
Wait did these people think I was….. yeah screw it more fuel for the fire.
The one they call Darrick stomped his way over in an attempt to…. scare me, I guess? He just ended up looking constipated. He was big but mostly dumb. Maybe he was the retarded one? In order to be considered retarded your IQ had to be 70 or below.
That’s kind of a high number when you think about it. Actually am I retarded? I might be. I mean I did jump out a two story window to fight three dudes.
Wait, why didn’t I just grab a teacher! My dad’s voice came through again. “snitches get stitches son.” Oh right! Thanks dad!
“leave Jamie alone you perv!” the one called Darrick threw a fist my way. It was very over the top like he was trying to make a big show of it.
He might be big and strong but his punch was telegraphed to the point where even a guy in a wheel chair could avoid it.
I ducked under it then cracked his ribs with a counter punch. There wasn’t much power in my fist but I could see pain on his face.
Quickly I jabbed him again in the same spot hoping that hitting him in the same place would hurt more. He came back with another jab. This one was faster.
This time he hit me in the face knocking me down. I was able to roll with the punch and break my fall. I got a little to greedy with my first hit. I should of kept avoiding his punches.
Blood gushed out of my nose. It hurt like a bitch but I could worry about it later. Thanks to my quick recovery.
I was back on my feet before he could start kicking me. Why he just stood there I have no idea. Maybe he thought I’d stay down after one hit.
I went for a tackle but I couldn’t make him budge. He was way to heavy. The guy grabbed me pulling me off of him. He got me in a position for a clean shot.
Once lined up he punched me again. I managed to somewhat block that one. However, My body was knocked back against the wall. My back hit first. The sting of pain stabbing through me.
That’s when I picked up a rock closing my fist around it. Then went for another punch. He tried to hit me again but I worked my empty hand into his wrist somewhat slowing it’s momentum and pushing it off to the side.
This little maneuver lined me up perfectly for a counter. I decked him in the face feeling my knuckles crack against him. The punch was solid thanks to the rock. This time he actually stumbled back.
Now was my chance. Dad once said “When you get a good hit in you need to keep hitting them. Only a fool punches once and thinks a fight is over.” I silently thanked him.
I punched again and again knocking a tooth lose on the third hit. When his friends saw the guy bleeding they jumped in.
One of them got their arms around me holding me back while the other started to punch the shit out of me.
“Get that pervert!” yelled Jamie.
I tried to fight back but it was no use. How did the roles get reversed? I thought I was on the good guy team. Three against one. That’s just not fair.
Where the hell was that girl I was supposedly saving. She was gone. Ain’t that a bitch. I started laughing at the absurdity.
That's what I get for listening to the advice of a dead man. He’s not even here anymore. Like hell he’d actually answer my prayer.
That Darrick guy was ready to knock me out. He wiped off the blood then approached me.
“You son of a fucking whore! You knocked out my tooth!” He spoke in a lisp and had blood running down his chin. I laughed again.
He punched me as hard as he could trying to remove one of my own teeth but he didn’t. I made sure to keep my jaw lightly clenched. It wouldn’t help with tooth loss though.
If it was clenched to hard there was a risk of getting knocked out. If I left it lose then my jaw might get dislocated or broken.
I silently thanked dad for this knowledge. He might not have answered my prayers but he did leave me with a few gems of wisdom.
What they usually tell you is to clench your teeth and push up with your tongue but that also made it easier to get knocked out. Which wouldn’t be a problem in a ring but out here in the care of these assholes. Nah fuck that.
Ideally I’d have a mouth guard, but it’s not like I carried one around all the time. With any luck I’d leave today with a couple of bruises. Just another day for me.
The guy holding me said “Man what the fuck is this guy. Where’d he learn to fight like that. Dude was coming at you like a zombie.”
It was funny. All of it was so funny. There strong but they’ve only ever gone after weaklings. They’ve only ever attacked in numbers. My laugh seemed to unsettle them.
“What’s so dam funny!” Yelled Darrick. He was angry that I wasn’t reacting how he wanted. He probably wanted me to beg… to cry.
Fuck that! “Hit me again big man! You think your so tough! Hiding behind your boyfriends! Fight me one on one like a real man!”
“Shut up freak!” He landed another punch to my gut. I felt like throwing up but I held it in. Last thing I wanted was for them to find something to laugh at. Instead I kept my eyes on his face and smiled.
“You Fuckers really suck. You call that a punch! My mom hits harder than you!” My laughter continued. It was so true. I could tell they were all a little intimidated. I bet no ones ever fought back this hard.
“Shut up!” They threw me to the ground and started kicking me. I just kept laughing through the pain.
“Ow! ahhahaha! Stop it guys your gonna make me pee!” Maybe if I provoke them enough they’ll kill me themselves and God won’t see it as a suicide.
“STOP!!” coach had arrived. I guess the fun was over. To my surprise that girl was here to. The one from that video. What was the title….. Alice in slutland?
Alice
I sat beside the boys bed. His name was apparently Isaac Smith. Just like I thought he was indeed a freshmen. It was so obvious with that baby face of his.
Well it was a bit more bruised now so he looked a little older. Still he was two years younger than me. I was sixteen. Though I could pass as a college girl with the right makeup.
His hair was black and messy. It covered his eyes which I think was intentional. The guy was kind of scrawny but he did manage to kick Darrick’s ass so he deserves a little respect.
I’ve never seen someone fight like that. Using a rock to punch harder. Who knew it made that much of a difference.
We were in the nurses office. I was a little beat up to but not as bad as him. He passed out before we ever got him inside. I had to help coach Teller carry him.
The nurse says it had nothing to do with the fight. Apparently he passed out because of sheer exhaustion. Why he was that tired I wasn't sure. I helped get him into bed. The nurse cleaned up his face and bruised knuckles.
I didn’t know that knuckles could be hurt like that. Does it even make sense to punch when your hands get hurt? Is that why boxers wear gloves?
I got another notification from Jack. It was more of the same. Just a bunch of betrayal talk and how I was sleeping with Josh the janitor. I decided not to look at the messages anymore and turned my attention back to Isaac.
I couldn’t help but feel like he was lucky. The teacher didn't notice the rock he had been holding. That or he ignored it.
Otherwise he might of gotten into some legal trouble. I'm actually not sure on that part but it sounds illegal. It’s almost like holding a weapon.
They tried to blame it on him. That Isaac was the instigator but I’d already explained the situation and coach Teller knew Isaac very well apparently. Of course none of that mattered once he saw the video they took of me.
It was nice to pull off a win for a change. Lately it felt like I was taking L’s left and right. I was actually able to do the right thing for once. Maybe that’s why I finally pulled off a win.
I don't know why I helped him. All I wanted to do was get away from them but then I ran into coach and he saw what a mess I was. I cried and told him everything.
I don't care if he came to save me I didn't trust him. He could be just like jack for all I know but…. as much as I didn't want to I had to at least thank him.
I’ve done so much horrible stuff to people. My karma was absolute shit. The one time I do something good for someone else…. I just can't believe it. My eyes began to water. I’m tired of being a shitty person.
Jamie was actually pretty awful. She spun a tale about how Isaac’s her stalker and that he had come after her. That Darrick was only trying to stop him.
What an idiot. That didn’t explain the video she personally took. You know I might have bad reputation but Isaac didn’t. He’s the sheriff’s son or something like that. It's hard to believe. Everything lined up so perfectly.
I guess we got lucky. I think I'll buy a lottery ticket. As for Derrick’s tooth he isn’t the type to press charges. That guy doesn’t like cops.
He’s got a pretty bad record. I hared he steals Cadillac conversions in his spare time. Whatever the hell that is.
(Author’s note: she is talking about catalytic converters)
In the end those guys will probably be suspended. I guess expulsion was just to much to ask for. Who cares, no matter how many you get rid of there will always be more around the corner.
I’ll probably get labeled a snitch. It doesn’t matter. They'll still come after me either way. Those assholes are relentless.
You know I’d normally never give this type of guy the light of day, but I felt like it would suck to wake up in pain and alone. This is how I’ll pay my debt. Besides there’s something I want to know.
Hopefully he doesn’t ask for something… else in return. Having a pretty girl to wake up to is a good reward for any teenage boy…….
Unless he’s gay… but then again he did jump out a window for me. I doubt he did it for the sake of doing the right thing. He probably wanted something. Like Jack.
“Get the fuck off me you fucking bug!” Isaac cried out. The boy thrashed in his bed violently. He screamed and curled up into a ball.
It more than startled me. I jumped to my feet. “Are you okay!” Maybe this guy was crazy. He did jump out a window.
Isaac sat up looking around. His eyes were covered by hair so I wasn’t sure. The boy scratched his head. “Still alive.” He almost sounded disappointed.
The boy held his face laughing like a mad man. Then laid back in the bed rocking side to side like a turtle trying to get off its back. A moment later he turned his back to me. I wasn’t sure what to say. There was one thing on my mind though.
“Excuse me Isaac….” I called to him. “If you don’t mind me asking why did you come to save me? You know I didn’t need your help. I’m not going to be your girlfriend if that’s what you were after.”
He grunted. I wasn’t sure what that meant. Was I supposed to grunt back? I don’t speak caveman. Maybe he really did want me as his girlfriend. Was he upset? Well he better not try anything.
“Answer my question! Did you save me just for sex or something cause I’m not into that!” I blushed a little when I realized I said it a little to loud.
He sighed. “Don’t flatter yourself. I didn’t do it for you. Your not that hot.”
I felt like complaining but as long as he wasn’t asking for weird stuff like nudes or foot jobs than we were cool.
I sat back down in my seat and relaxed. Now that, that was out of the way. I now needed to address what I saw while I was helping to carry him.
The guy wore a black hoodie and jeans. Its hot as hell outside. Why was this guy wearing a black hoodie?
“Okay so you didn’t do it for me. Do you want to explain how you got those… things. You know…. Under your sleeves.” He reacted by sitting up. Then started to put his shoes on.
“What? Where are you going?” I got up to but only to block his path.
He got to his feet and was looking for a way around me. Despite our age difference he was only an inch away from my height. He was still baby faced though.
“Move.” He grunted. Isaac looked dead. It felt almost like his body was being pulled by strings.
“Not until you tell me how you got all those….” I couldn’t say it. Not here.
He looked nervous. “It’s from Darrick and the boizz. You know how fights work right?” He couldn’t look me in the eyes but I feel like that’s a normal thing for him.
I shook my head. “There’s no way. Those marks are totally different.” He didn’t like that answer.
Isaac clutched his arm. His face twisted up like he was about to yell at me but instead his voice was one notch above a whisper. “It’s none of your business.”
Such a serious boy. He should be out playing with friends not getting beat up by bad movie gangs.
Would he really hit a girl? Everything about his body language told me he was about to punch me. The guy was like a wounded animal.
You know I don’t think he will. This was the guy that jumped out a window to save me. I think he’s harmless.
I stood in his way and refused to move. He continued to stare me down… I think? His hair was still in the way. I felt a bit awkward but I held on. In order to win our little stare down I reached up and pinched his cheek.
“Ah! What the hell!” He backed up and sat back down on the bed holding the offended area. I made sure to pinch right where the bruise was for maximum effect.
“Don’t think you can get away that easy. I don’t care how awkward you are. I’m not letting you leave until we get kicked out, or you tell me what I saw!” I sat in my own chair and waited.
We waited and waited. An hour, two hours, three. It made no difference to me. Its not like I was in a rush to go anywhere.
This boy was the most interesting thing that I’ve come across since I can remember. I was going to get to the bottom of this.
Eventually we were kicked out and had to go home, but even then I still followed him. Only Instead of heading home he went to the park and sat at a swing.
It was already dark. Did this guy have no home? He did kind of smell. Wouldn't he rather be home than here? He didn't have friends either. At least I haven't seen any.
I sat in the swing next to him. Not a word was shared between us. That was until I broke the silence. “You know. I haven't hanged out with anyone in a long time.”
He retorted with “You mean stocked.”
The nerve of this guy. “Hey now! I'm not stocking you! At least that's not how the police will see it.”
He got to his feet then started walking away. Was he really going home? I got to my own feet and followed him.
When he noticed me he started running. I did the same. Two can play at this game. I was going to win for sure. I use to be in track back at that stupid private school.
Surely enough the boy got tired before me and he ended up laying on some grass. I ran in place. “What's the matter? Tired already?” I couldn't help but giggle.
Laying on the grass sounded nice so I joined him. Though, I made sure to leave about five feet between us.
Through a panting breath he said “y…you suck…. Why won’t you leave me alone?”
I was only breathing a little hard. “Not until you tell me what I saw. I know what I saw. I just…. I just want to know why.” With those words he went silent.
Isaac turned his head and looked the other way. “Why did I have to jump in. I should of just kept walking.”
I rolled on my side getting a tiny bit closer. “I hate to admit it but If you hadn’t they would of done something horrible to me. Think Alice in slutland part 2. Look… just let me return the favor. You talk, I’ll listen. Maybe I can help.”
He sat up. “I refuse. Besides there’s nothing to talk about. Thanks anyway.” He waved his hand around like he was casting a spell. “I release you from your life debt. Now leave me alone.” I couldn’t help but giggle. What a dork. He stood up and started walking away.
I wasn’t sure if I should follow or not. He was probably going home and if I went with him it might cause more trouble than it’s worth….. but if I’m right then something bad will happen. Maybe not tonight but soon.
“Isaac!” I called out to him and to my surprise he stopped.
He looked kind of stiff. His voice sounded rough like he was trying to sound tough. “leave me alone Alice in slutland! I don’t want my dick sucked today! Especially not by some chick that’s slept with half the school!” He hadn't even looked at me. I couldn't help but notice he was trembling.
How could he say all that?! I walked forward and pulled his shoulder causing him to turn around. I was about to slap him but…. Why was he crying?