Divided.

Divided. (Part 22)

Jack was outside waiting for Mickey after English class "What happened?" he pushed his friend up against the wall with as much force as a young boy could gather together. "Where is she?"

Jack hadn't been able to think straight all afternoon and now reunited with his friend, faces 10 inches apart Jack wanted answers.

"Mate your spitting on my face!" Mickey spat back at him, his bright blonde hair and blue eyes always drew the attention of the other children in his class's parents.

"Isn't he lovely:"

"Hasn't he got blue eyes?"

"That boy's going to break a million hearts," They'd always chant in the playground when all rounded up.

The perfect looking child.

A picture of pure innocence.

"Get off me Jack!" Mickey's arms flung violently at Jack and although he only very gently clipped the top of Jack's shoulders Jack responded by grabbing the collar of Mickey's white shirt and gripping down hard chocking him.

"You better let go!"

"Why what are you going to do about it?"

"I'm warning you ..." Jacks voice was bitter and twisted, "What happened?"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't!" Jack snapped. He'd never felt so frustrated in his entire life. He literally felt as if his heart was attached to a weight pulling it south down through his body and knocking against organs he didn't even know he had. He wanted to scream because the pain was physical. He wanted to barge in to the headmaster's office and demand an explanation. She was only a young girl, an innocent girl with an apatite for exploring. Where's the harm in that? She hadn't hurt anybody.

"I don't know what happened alright?" There was a sense of curiosity in Mickey's voice and Jack knew he had no other choice but to give up asking questions that would lead to more questions. He didn't trust Mickey as far as he could throw him.

Later on that day when Jack got home he spilled the whole story to his parents before he had time to kick off his shoes. Usually his mother would scorn him for walking mud in her cream carpets but today she stood there shocked, absorbed by what Jack was telling her and ignorant to the dark brown patches that were ever so slowly sinking in to the fluff on the floor. Jack would have taken his mothers hard punishment for walking mud in the house 100 times over if he could just find out if Daisy was okay.