Atlanta Xiomara Miller, or, better known as Atty, is said to be just like her mother. They both act the same, but it's only because they seem to have shared the same fate. Atty only wants love. A sacred beauty love is from its marvelous feeling, but...
Marcus' promise to help Atty and be by her side is being held. Even though it has been hours upon what happened, he constantly checks up on her, but he tries not to pass boundaries. Atlanta just wants to forget about everything. All this is just too much for her. She also wants to know who her mom had called. If it's who she thinks it is, the entire town and whoever is trying to hurt her are going to go through hell.
Atty doesn't like to show fear. After what happened with Jordan, she saw how he basically preyed on her fear, and she doesn't want that to happen. In order to not show fear, she becomes, well, Atty.
Atlanta's POV
I smiled, well smirked, at everyone I passed since I woke up. I can never know who my stalker is from the past. The only people that know about the incident are my girls, Angel, and Marcus. Apparently, Vera had told the girls out of worry and distress for my well-being. I honestly don't blame her for that.
Now, I'm currently sitting in the back, waiting for Georgia to come back with Austin. Apparently, something drastic happened at school, and she needed to be here. Honestly, y'all can't handle little kids? Ain't that basically your fucking profession?
Anyways, Georgia soon comes back with a sulking Austin in tow. Ginny lets him in the back while Georgia lets out a sigh, seated in the front with Ginny now.
"Well?" Ginny starts. "How'd it go?" I roll my eyes as I know unwanted drama is going to occur.
"I'm not going to lie. It was..." Georgia goes to explain, but miss judgy decides to butt in as usual.
"You're not going to lie? That's weird. I'd like to here it from Austin. How'd it go?" She asks sarcastically.
I scoff at her words. "Funny, when all you've been doing since we fucking got here," I avow, resulting in the lying teen to stare at me with hatred, but she continues to wait for Austin to answer.
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"I'm suspended, and I have to do therapy. Mom said she was worried," Austin explains, pouting at the thought of going to therapy.
"Baby, I'm not worried. There's nothing wrong with you, and you don't need to go to therapy," Georgia assures him to comfort him.
I decide to speak up. "That Zach kid had it coming," I add in. I'm dead ass. Like, how you gonna talk shit and think there'll be no consequences.
Ginny turns to look at me with disgust. "I'm sorry. Are you suggesting the nine-year-old deserved to be stabbed through the hand with a pencil?" She asks in disbelief.
Mom then jumps in before I can retort. "I'm sorry, but you've got a lot of opinions today. And I don't remember anyone popping out of your birth canal! Can it," she admonish, done with Ginny's bullshit as everyone else is.
"He needs to see someone, Mom! Clearly, he's not handling things well with your whole family surprise," she complains, making the entire situation about herself once again.
Austin chimes in and denies her allegations by saying he likes Caleb. I'm just back here texting my dad, over the entire argument.
"I didn't tell you about them for good reason. Maddie is trouble! You can't trust anything she says," Georgia clarifies, but Ginny acts childish and laughs at her words. This is why no one tells her anything.
"Oh, that's rich. Please, lecture me more on who I can trust. I'm rapt," she barks before turning towards the window to have her main character moment.
Austin then complains by saying, "I don't wanna go to therapy."
"Don't worry. You're not. I'm not paying for some twenty- nothing, latte-drinkin', tweed-wearing hypocrite who thinks they have any idea about my life," Georgia concludes.
Ginny turns and yells, "Austin's life! You mean Austin's life!"
Mom ignores her and turns towards Austin. "Baby, listen to me. You're perfect," she compliments.
Austin continues to look uncertain. "But I heard you. You said you were worried," he notes.
"Nothing I said was true! I was try--" Mom goes to explain, but Ginny butts in again
"Lying!"
There's a moment of silence before Mom brings her attention back to Austin. "Protecting you," she finalizes.
I let out a sigh. "You're definitely a dumb ass bitch," I note with a sarcastic smirk on my face, still looking down on my phone.
I feel Ginny shift in her seat. "Excuse me? You can't be one to talk, you definitely need therapy. Maybe it'll help you from dressing like a slut that goes for any guy that bats their eyes at you, like Jordan," she rants.
My clenches at the sound of his name, but I don't show it. "Virginia Miller!" Mom exclaims in disbelief and looks over at me with worried eyes.
"That's funny. At least I actually have a great relationship with my father. I don't blame him for his past or decisions that he makes that actually may be for the best. I also didn't fuck the first guy I saw when I got here, not to mention you started dating another guy after you fucked him. I don't pull main character moments and blame mom for everything because without her, you wouldn't be here, you wouldn't have food on the table, you wouldn't have a roof over your head, and you have someone that's will to protect you. Yet, you complain, constantly! Maybe you need a fucking therapist just for a reality check for you to know that you're just as fucked up as everyone else on this goddamn planet!" I seethe out, officially done with her bullshit.
It's dead silent after I'm done. I sit back with a puff of air as we all buckle up to leave. I feel Austin tap on me and turn towards him. He sticks his hand out. "You have to put six dollars in the swear jar," he boasts.
I roll eyes. Who told him to be counting. "Fuck," I curse, frustrated and feeling a migraine coming on.
