I Hate The Ending Myself, But It Started With An Alright Scene

Chapter 2: Not that kind of girl

°All your life, I let you down°

The bell rang throughout the hallway of the school. With no reason to stay back or people to meet, my legs swung around the chair as I picked up my books and stood up, beginning my walk out of the room and toward my locker.

I spun round the dial of the lock a few times before a small click sounded signaling that my locker was successfully unlocked. I opened the door and slid the books in my hands onto the shelf at the top before reaching for my black rucksack and my longboard.

I slammed the locker door shut and dropped the front wheels of the board to the floor as I stepped on and skate down the corridor toward the exit of the building.

"Mrs Way, wheels up!" The principal yelled just as everyone else began to fill up the corridors.

I stepped off the board and brought the board up flipping it upside-down as i lifted it over my head.

"Wheels up sir!" I yelled back over the noise of everyone else.

I waited to go round the corner before I lay it back down and continued to skate.

Another school day done.

I slid my phone out from my jeans pocket and fed my ears the head phones as the wire ran down my chest. I scrolled through the list of albums on my phone and selected Blink 182: i miss you.

Hello there
The angel from my nightmare
Shadow in the background of the morgue.
The unsuspecting victim
Of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Selly if we want
. . .

I skated down the cold streets of New Jersey and headed to Asher's place.

Asher was my boyfriend. He meant so much to me. He was my shoulder to cry on, he was my protector, he was the guy who made me feel important and like I matter in life. He was attentive and loving and sweet to me. He'd never hurt me. No matter how cliché or cheesy it sounds, I feel like he was meant for me; the rainbow at the end of the storm.

Then came the usual and frequent 'lob-whatever-you-have-at-Bandit-while-her-boyfriend-isn't-around'. This happened most of the time when Asher was excluded from school for a day or sent home half way through. They know I'm not strong enough or fast enough to do much about it so they pretty much have the chance to do whatever damage they can and want to do to me. I was used to it.

The usual is for them to throw old books at my legs to make me fall off my board, maybe a few stones at my waist or torso. But today was different. Today, metal cans and bits of glass were thrown at me.

A shard of glass flew through the air and tore a deep cut through my skin, just below my eye. I winced with pain as the wound was open to the air.

Then the heavens opened up! Overhead were a sea of dark clouds as rain pelted down, drenching me from head to toe.

I skated faster and turned the corner sharply as I wound up on Asher's street. The noise from behind me had narrowed to a silence as I walked, alone on the Jersey streets bringing my board up to my side.

I gently lifted my hand up to my eye, touching the wound. Wincing again, I felt the pain it had caused along with the warm, wet blood on my finger tips.

Asher is going to go mental.

I sort of have a rough time at school. I'm the emo kid, the outcast, the creep, the weirdo and the freak. It means I'm tormented a lot, I get beaten and called trash. Someone has even told me to go dig my own grave so I'm no trouble when I die. I put up with it though, I'm used to it. Asher is there for me through it though. He and his two friends may not seem like the kind of guys who would scare off anyone but they sure do punch like that which means they, or Ash mostly, would get excluded for a day so on those days, it's open fire. Exactly what today was.

I felt the path way of a tear forming along my cheek as I continued to walk.

As more tears fled from my hazel eyes, my pace gradually sped up until I was running up his driveway and skipping up the steps that led to his front door.

The door swung open and I felt his arms gather me up into a hug locking me in place with one hand around my waist and the other held against my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck as my head rested on his chest while I sobbed into his hoodie.

He pulled away momentarily as he assessed the damage on my face.

His eyes washed over with anger for a few seconds before changing to sadness and pain.

"Who did this to you?" He whispered softly, both hands on my waist.

I shrugged it off as my eyes met his.

"Bandit, who did this to you?" His voice was choaked and hoarse.

"It's the ones who throw their sh*t at you isn't it?" He added with the same broken voice.

I looked down to the floor as a tear rolled again down my face and I was embraced back into a hug.

My dark hair was ruffled against his hoodie as I nodded gently in answer to him.

A sad little sigh escaped his lips as he dragged me backwards into his house, letting go of me partially to shut the door behind me.

His parents weren't home. His mom was a nurse and his dad owned a company of some sort which meant they always worked late.

He took my hand and lead me to the bathroom where we sat cross-legged like little kids on the floor. He helped to clean the cut on my face as a black bruise ringed around it. It was one of those bruises that makeup just couldn't cover.

"I'm so, so sorry I wasn't there for you." he whispered finishing up.

"It doesn't matter. Thanks for helping me clean up." My voice gentle.

"No it does matter. If your dad sees -" he stumbled but I was able to cut him off.

"My dad won't notice, he wouldn't even look if I told him to." I explained.

"But your uncle, he'll go nuts! Bandit, I should've been there to look after you and to beat those sh*ts up!"

"Ash no, you can't pin the blame here. There's no blame to pin anyway. Besides, Mikey isn't the one to worry about and he probably won't come back for a while."

"What do you mean, what happened?" He asked, taking both my hands to pull me up, a look of concern painting his face.

"It's a long story, it's not important. You're just lucky that Frank doesn't know about you yet." I tried to shake him off. I really didn't want to get into it so i changed the subject slightly.

He went into his room briefly before coming back to the bathroom.

"Here, we can watch a movie if you'd like? Your choice." He grinned handing me the clothes followed by him grabbing a towel off the rack behind him.

I took them happily and smiled watching him leave the bathroom and head down the hallway to the stairs.

I locked the door behind him and started to undress, drying myself off.

I slipped off my Misfits shirt that used to be my dad's and slipped on Asher's black All time low t-shirt he leant me. Then I slid off my black skinny jeans, dried my legs and pulled on the baggy jeans he'd given me.

After drying my hair with the hairdryer I had found, I scrunched it up into a messy bun and bundled all my wet clothes in my arms taking them downstairs.

"What d'ya wanna watch? Oh, you can put those in the dryer if you'd like, here, I'll do it." He was trying to fix things I guess, but nothing needed fixing. He saw me as being broken when I wasn't, just a bit dented and scratched that's all.

"Edward scissor hands, or Nightmare before Christmas. Wait, no, no, no - Corpse Bride!" I beamed as he came over and took the bundle of wet clothes from me.

"Sure!" He laughed, chucking my stuff into the dryer before snuggling up to me on the sofa.