Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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| Savannah Rodriguez |
The silence in the car, wasn't as deafening as it used to be. I say that like the tension in the car used to be painful, but in all reality, when no one speaks to you, and all you want to do is be included in the banter and the conversations that you are so publicly excluded from, 2 people missing is something that shouldn't be taken for granted.
Isabella was by Nicolas' side, meaning that Ben had to drive me, but it was almost like we had come to a mutual agreement between one another, and I knew that it was progress. I was making progress with one of the brothers that had made it clear that he had hated my guts for majority of my life. I mean, I still loved him as any sister would, but that didn't mean what he did was ever forgiven, even though some of his actions proved that he wanted to be forgiven.
"You know I don't hate you, right?" Ben spoke, finally breaking the silence, as we were nearing the school that had made me want to scratch the skin off my body, but I hadn't. I hadn't, as I didn't want to disappoint the family that I had, any more than I was already doing. "Never thought you did" the sarcasm dripped from my tongue as my brother just sighed as a response, knowing that today was not the day, and I felt bad. He was trying, but I just wanted to shut him out, the same way that he had closed my open arms.
He pulled the car to a stop, not even caring as everyone stared at the truck that would normally have held my two older siblings in the front, not Benjamin and I. Right as I went to open my car door, Ben locked the door, as he unbuckled and turned to face me. "I don't want you to look at me like you fear what I am going to do. I'm not him, and I never will be. Nic isn't him either, so please, take that look off your face and look at me like your brother"
I didn't know that I saw him as anything other than my brother, but apparently I did. Apparently I saw him as our father, which just made me want to pull my hair and slam my head into a wall. He wasn't supposed to know, but he knew, and that was the worst thing he could ever find out about. "Just, stop talking about it" I huffed out, right as I turned away from his piercing gaze, clicking on the lock, and exiting the car.
Normally, I would walk into the school hallways without a conflict, but right as I was about to turn away, my backpack was pulled back, and I was flung into a row of lockers. I braced myself, not daring to move away from the slap that I knew was coming. I was prepared for the kick to the stomach, before the crunch of something. I was prepared for it all to come, right as it had started. I was defenseless, and that was how this was supposed to be.
I had completely forgotten that there was more people to worry about than myself. I had completely forgotten that more people liked to use me as a human punching bag other than my father. "Do something, you stupid little bitch!" she sneered, as she tried everything that she could, but for once, my aching body was removed from the lockers, as someone had pulled Veronica, my brothers girlfriend, away from my burning body.
