Bully

Chapter 26

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Jordan's point of view
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I try to open my eyes but it feels like they have been shut with glue.
Voices are speaking around me but they sound like they are from a distant place.
I hear, "She's awake!" And then, "get the doctor." Then everything goes black.
My eyes start to burn like I haven't blinked in ages, although my eyes are closed. I try to pry them open but they won't. All my other senses are just fine. I can smell, hear, feel and taste. I taste metal and blood. The voices are still around me but they are speaking in whispers. I manage to hear a few different people I know. I hear Ian's voice, Dru's, Anika's, Elisabeth's and my moms. The rest are just strangers.
"Is she up?" I hear Anika ask.
"Yep." I answer. Surprised how good my voice sounds. "I just can't open my eyes."
"Darling," I hear my moms voice speak. "The doctor's going to give you some medicine." She pauses. "It's going to put you to sleep."
"Like, forever asleep?" I ask. For some odd reason I'm not scared.
"We don't know. It'll be like putting you in a coma. You may wake up," She stops talking but I know what she's going to say next, "Or you may not."
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Lexi's point of view
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I look around at the big mess I created for myself. Sitting on a cold, hard floor of my holding cell. In a cell all alone, the shadows of long metal bars stripe the ground. How did I get here?
Voices are speaking and the noise gets louder as they come closer.
My mother and father come into view. Their faces obscure because of the bars.
I can clearly tell my mother is upset, as her face is stained with tears. Although my father, as always, is an un-readable brick wall. I stare at them and don't even try to look away. I may be ashamed but I must be strong in front of my father. My mother is wearing jeans and a paint-splattered shirt. She's an artist, almost the total opposite of my dad. My dad, on the other hand, is wearing a perfectly tailored suit. His hair is pulled back with gel and his shoes are so shiny I swear I can see my reflection in them as good as a mirror.
"Lexi-" my mom tries to speak but the tears overcome her face. My father should be comforting her but instead he is staring at me. Burning through me with a glare as bad as acid.
I gulp and have to look away.
"We have news for you." My father says. My mom cries harder.
"The police were going to tell you but we told them we would." He speaks even and calculated. Like a robot with direct instructions.
"You're being moved."
Home, I hope. But I know that's not possible.
"You're going to jail."
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Thanks for reading and please comment. I've decided to do a second book when this one is done.
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