Memoirs Of a survivor

32. The Hit

I had taken to ignoring Aron, after he showed up at my house, I told him I didn't want to speak to him, I don't know what made him think I would let him inside my house. It was currently lunch time and I was sat in my usual place, enjoying the silence
"Can I talk to you?" I looked up from watching the sports field keeping my face straight I look back at the people training
"no" but Aron moved in front of me, trying to move into my line of sight crouching down right in my face,
"please, I need to speak to you" he begged, the day had gone from bad to worse, when I got up, my dad had still been awake, and drunk, as per, so I had put him to bed, not without earning myself a new bruise. When I got to school there were more rumors floating around about me, I really don't know who makes this stuff up any more. I had sat on the bleachers to avoid people for as long as I could, but apparently Aron hadn't got that memo. I didn't react in the hopes that he would realize that I wasn't in the mood.
"Scar, please I need to talk to you" I didn't dare look up, after my admission last week; I didn't want to see the look of pity in his eyes. I couldn't stand that look, I saw the teachers giving it to me after they found out my grandparents had gone, and I hated it, pity never helped anyone. And it certainly wouldn't help me.

I shook my head, looking down and huffing "I don't want to speak to you" he frowned but kept trying
"Scarlett please" he was quiet for a moment, and he sat down next to me "please" he asked quietly. I couldn't take any more of his incessant begging, so I huffed
"if you want to talk, then you talk away" I gestured vaguely in front of me. He sighed, and I could tell this was going to be one of those feelings talks. I had never had one and I really didn't want to start now, but it didn't look like I was getting away from him any time soon.

He didn't speak for a while, and I thought he had lost his courage. Suddenly he asked quietly "is it true?" when I just looked at him questioningly "what you said on Friday, was any of it true" he finally looked up at me, but I didn't care, I was furious,
"why the fuck would I lie about that, you know what, I don't care what you think, I had a moment of weakness, I'm fucking sorry I told you" I abruptly stood up and began to storm away with him following after me
"Scarlett," he called "Scarlett" he called louder causing some of the people training to stop, today the cheerleaders, and the football players were the ones training with the lacrosse players waiting by the sides, and at least two P.E. classes were all out , he caught up to me and grabbed my arm, turning me to look at him. This had been happening a lot recently, and I just lost it, I couldn't stand people forcing me to listen to something I didn't want to hear.

I reigned in my temper in an attempt to control the thoughts in my head. Aron turned me to face him. I snatched my arm out of his grip as though it was burning me, and stepped away from him "don't fucking touch me" I hissed,
"no, you need to listen to me" he shouted while I stood fuming. More people stopped what they were doing to enjoy the show that I was putting on, but I didn't care,
"I don't need to listen to anything you say," I tried to turn around, but he caught my hand again making me flinch. He immediately let go,
"scar please" he begged, but I cut him off
"was it true, was it fucking true?" I growled, my voice getting colder and colder, "why the fuck would I make that up? Do you know what it's like to go through something like that why would you even think that I made something like that up" I exclaimed, my voice got louder and I was breathing heavily, he stepped closer
"because I never noticed you more upset, or more tense than usual"
"I'm sorry that I didn't seem upset to you, but the novelty wears off when you have to go through it every fucking night" as I ranted he reached out to touch me, but I was so furious, I didn't see it coming, in less than a second he had pulled me into his arms, and was lowering his face towards mine. In that moment, I felt my blood boil; he was trying to kiss me, AGAIN. I shoved him back, making him stumble
"don't you fucking dare" I gritted out, struggling to reign in my temper "why do people keep thinking they can touch me, I am my own fucking person I can do whatever the fuck I want, and I swear to fucking god if you touch me again I will not be held responsible for what I do, so why don't you just fuck off"
"scar please," I heard him say as I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me round.

Thelittle control I had over my temper evaporated as his hand clasped around mine.I turned and hit him, square in the face, causing his nose to erupt in blood,then gripped the back of his head and pulled him down onto my knee, which Islammed up into his ribs, with a hollow thud. I kicked him in his knee, causinghim to crumble to the floor.
"Don't fucking touch me" I growled, and with that I turned and left. Everysingle person on the field was staring at me open mouthed, but I didn't care, Ihad stuff to do. I went to the closest bathroom, and washed the blood off myknuckles, I knew the teachers would be looking for me, but I didn't want todeal with this just yet. I knew that it would go down on my record, and somecollages wouldn't accept me now, but I didn't care, I was just too angry. Ididn't stay at school that day; I went straight for the gym and spent the restof the night pummeling a punch bag. I didn't even go home; I couldn't deal with my dad that night. Ijust stayed at the gym, venting my frustrations.