Bully

Chapter 20

Anthessa's POV

   I've dropped my stuff off back at Armani's dorm.  Now I'm knocking on all the dorm doors till I find Silas.  I wanna see what all the hooplah is about!

Why should I talk to her?!  Why should I get to know her?!  What does Raeis see in her that I clearly don't?!

I knock on a door and it opens.  "Hessie?  What are you doing here?"

I have half the nerve to punch her in her other eye.  I push her.  "You jerk!"  I enter her dorm and close the door back.

"Yo, what the fuck is wrong with you?!"  "You fucked my best friend!"  "I didn't put a gun to her head!  I gave her the option to leave!"

"Y-You did?"  She sighs, her eyes closed.  She opens them again, looking at me.  "Yes.  I did."

Raeis really did it........  She really did it, because she wanted to.  She wasn't drugged, she wasn't drunk.  She was perfectly sober.

"And honestly, Hessie, I don't see why you're mad at me.  I don't have any loyalty to you.  She does."

As much as I hate to admit it..........she's right.  Silas doesn't have a reason to say no, but Raeis had every reason to.

I start crying.  "Aw, Hessie......"

Silas' POV

As heartless as I am, I actually.......don't like to see people cry.

Anthessa's POV

"You need to light up."  She says.  She pulls out a bag of marijuana.  I've never even smoked before.

.....

I look around her dorm, noticing all the paintings she has on her walls.  I take a puff and blow out some smoke.  "Did you do all those?"

"What?  My paintings?  Yeah."  "Wooooooowww.  Those are so dope."  She smiles and chuckles.  "Thank you.  Painting's really a hobby for me.  Y'know, whenever I'm not drinking, smoking, or poppin' pills."

"This one's my favorite."  I say, referring to the painting that has the word "SILAS" painted in a grungey format, the paint dripping off of it.  I point to it.

She smiles brightly.  "Oh yeah, that's my first one.  I was so proud of how it came out."

"You should be.  How long have you been painting?"  "A few years.  A lot of people don't know that I do it, though.  Only you and my best friend Damien."

"Wait, so Raeis doesn't even know?"  She starts rolling another blunt, her eyes focused on it.  "No.  I don't know if she's ever noticed my paintings."

When she finishes rolling, she sparks up again.  "You're so talented.  Do your parents know?"

"My foster parents, yeah."  "Foster parents?"  She takes a long drag of her blunt then blows out the smoke in rings.

"Yeah.  I've been in and out of foster homes since I was nine.  My real dad is locked up, and my biological mom OD'ed.  She was on drugs real bad.  They found her cracked up till the point where she couldn't take it anymore.  Luckily for me, I was already in foster care way before that even happened."

"I'm so sorry.  Why were you already in foster care, though?"  "My bio mom was a terrible mother.  CPS had to take me away from her.  She would always be out instead of taking care of me, either fucking some dude or getting high.  She would bring multiple niggas around.  Our house definitely wasn't much.  Pretty sure it was a trap house at some point.  I wouldn't get fed a lot of the time.  I was super skinny.  Had to go ask my neighbors for some food or look around.  I used to steal from food carts and stores.  My clothes were too small.  She never bought more, I was wearing clothes from years ago.  I'm surprised I even went to school.  Yeah, it was free, but I'm surprised she actually gave a fuck enough to enroll me.  The school called CPS when they saw my condition, and well, the rest is history."

"Why was your dad incarcerated?  Is he still in there?"  "He got life.  He was in a gang, and one of the things they'd do is rob people.  He shot and killed an old lady when he broke into her house to rob her.  Dude's a dumbass.  I'm glad I've never met him."

"How come you've been in and out of homes?"  "Some people will smile and pretend they want a kid, when really they want a sex slave.  Also, I was a delinquent.  Still am and probably always will be."

"Are all these things why you're the way you are?  Are they why you bullied me?"  She laughs.  "No.  I'm just an asshole because I wanna be.  Sometimes, there's not a particular, complex reason why we do fucked up things.  Sometimes, things aren't that elaborate.  People can be shitty people for the sake of being shitty people.  I know I'm shitty.  But one thing about me is I'm always gonna let you know.  I'm straight up about who I am.  I don't lie about it."

We talk some more, learning a lot more about each other.