My Story: Kelly

Chapter 8

A quick reminder, Kimberly's mother and Kelly's foster mother is played by Whitney Houston.

R.I.P. to the greatest💔🙏

Kimberly Williams 1993
September ~

'So How was school yesterday girls?' My mom asked as I reached out for my tea to drink

'It was good' I smiled, glancing at Kelly that didn't even bother to look at me

Is she really that mad at me?

'Kelly?' She acted as if she couldn't here our mom 'I'm talking to you Kelly' she rose one of her eyebrows

'Mom don't-'

'School was good' Kelly finally spoke

'That's good to know' my mom smiled as she started to cut her egg, before placing it in her mouth

'Um, I need to get to school early, is it okay if I leave early?' Kelly rose from her seat as she tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, as something else caught my eye

'Kim can take you to school, if you needed to be there early' my mom insisted as my eyes were still in shock to what I thought I saw

'No it's fine, I don't want to rush Kim' her tone instantly changed

I thought it was just Kimberly?.....

'Are you sure?' My mom was concerned

'I'll just catch a bus around here or whatever' she muttered the last part

Does she even know her way round here?

'Okay then, be safe' she said

'Bye!' She ran of quick to the door as a gentle slam from the door sounded

'What the fuck?' I said to myself

'Girl hurry up and eat your food' my mom snapped me out of my thoughts 'I didn't spend nearly an hour trying to prepare breakfast just for it to go cold'

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Kelly Brown-Williams 1993
September ~

'You're really gonna walk the whole way to school' a car honked at me as I heard Nick's voice as I turned around

'Yes I am' I continued to walk

'Do you even know where the hell you are going?' He asked me as he still pursued to follow me in his car

'Why does that even matter to you?' I began to get angry

'Just get in the car, we are both going to the same place' he said but I kept on going

'Why would I, I don't even know you like that' I said, causing his engine to stop

'What the hell is wrong with you?' He ran right in front of me, stopping me from walking 'you were fine yesterday, now you wanna act like we are strangers to each other'

'Oh so you know me now?' I got defensive

'Look, I just wanna help you-'

'Well get out my way then' I stated

'No' he plainly said which made me more angry 'I'm not going until you let me take you to school'

'As I said before, why do you care?' I rolled my eyes

'Because I care about your whereabouts, you could get lost, someone could kidnap you, someone could-'

'Alright then' I sighed

'Wait is that a yes?' His smile revealed his straight line of teeth to me

'Don't Get your hopes up' I finally decided to give in

.......

I unscrewed the lid from the bottle, downing my water with the pill that was laying on my tongue was now in my stomach. They let me bring two with me everyday because they are afraid that I might accidentally overdose.......but if I was too though, it wouldn't have been an accident.

My reflection was shown from the mirror I was staring into. When my mom had the chance to, she would always put me in front of a mirror and remind me of how beautiful I was each day. Now I don't see beauty, I see distraught, pain, hate......even if anyone tells me I'm pretty or she's fine, it doesn't feel the same anymore.

As I was breathing out the toxic gas within me, a different smell travelled into my nose, following a gagging sound that sounded as if someone was throwing up.

I thought I was by myself......

I went to the other side of the toilet, knocking down on every single door to see what stool the girl was in, throwing up as if she was throwing up all her insides away.

'ARE YOU OKAY!' I knocked onto the stool shouting so she could hear me

Clearly she's not fine, why would I ask her that question?.....

I didn't hear nothing after that and I began to get worried. I didn't even know if she was dead, if she collapsed, it was just pure silence between me and the girl behind the stool.

'I'm not going until you tell me if you are okay' I rephrased my question into a statement

I heard the toilet flush as I sighed knowing that the girl was okay 'I don't know who you are, why should I tell you if I'm fine or not?'

I cocked my head back a little bit as I was astounded by the choice of words 'I know, but I don't want to feel guilty for not checking up on you then I would've made situations worse'

'Situations worse!' She opened the door as nothing but a stank look appeared on her face 'People like you make situations worse' she pushed passed me

I stood in the same spot taken back by her words, thinking what she meant by 'People like you make situations worse'. I ran to the other side of the bathroom, reaching for my rucksack as I threw my bottle in my bag to ran up after her.

Exiting the bathroom, I finally knew what she meant by it.......

'FATTY!' One said

'YOU UGLY BLOB!' Another shouted

'IS THERE ANY ROOM FOR ME IN THOSE JEANS!' Nick laughed away with his friends

'NAH STOP IT, THAT AIN'T COOL!' Dylan tried to be the serious one but failed miserably as he laughed with the group.

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