I Wanna Be Free, I Wanna Be Loved

Ch. 9: Can't Take The Kid From The Fight

RACHEL'S POV

Ryan had stolen Hannah away up to his room and was probably flirting up a storm. Meanwhile I was sitting on the couch with mom throwing the bitch fit of the century.

"Rachel Ross...how...when...why..." mom stuttered.

"Calm your tits, madre. It's just a pair of fangs above my-"

"RACHEL IT'S A TATTOO! Which you aren't even old enough to have!"

"When has the legal nature of something ever mattered to me?"

"Rachel, this is serious. Did Slime pay for it?"

"His name is Slash!" I yelled "God why can't you people remember that?"

"You people?" mom asked "Rachel, what happened ot you? Where did my girl go and why was she replaced by this devil's advocate?"

"She grew the fuck up. Now are we done? I'm hungry"

"Haha, cute. You're not coming to dinner, you're staying home"

"Oh you mean with my iPod, cell phone, television, and fridge full of food? Ooh some punishment"

"Well considering I have your cell phone in my purse, your iPod is locked in the car to which I have the keys, and I can turn the power off, maybe it'll force you to improve those hippie slacker grades of yours"

"This is all her fault!" I yelled "If you hadn't taken in Suzie Sunshine up there my brother wouldn't be in love with her and you wouldn't give a shit about my ink, my boyfriend, or my grades! SHE'S RUINING EVERYTHING!"

I ran up the stairs and threw open the door to Ryan's room where he was sitting on the floor with Hannah showing her how to play a few chords on the guitar. Without warning I jumped at the girl and pinned her down. I yanked violently at her stupid blonde hair and she screamed, but I didn't stop there. I took a swing and made contact with her ribs and chest. I punched a few more times before slapping my hand across her face a few times and punching her in both eyes. I wasn't going to stop this until she quit breathing. Ryan and mom were both struggling to pull me off her and when they did, I looked down. Her body was sufficiently bruised and she was bleeding all over the floor. I could tell she was fighting for breath and when she turned slightly blue, a wicked smile crossed my lips; mission complete.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!" Ryan yelled sinking down next to the destroyed apple of his eye.

"Rachel, go to your room" mom ordered.

"What am I, seven?"

"RACHEL IF YOU DON'T GO TO YOUR ROOM THIS INSTANT I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL HAVE YOU ARRESTED FOR BATTERY!"

I took one last look at my victim; shit I had really done a number on her. I had only meant to make her squeal or draw a couple drops of blood, not leave her gushing all over the carpet. I almost felt guilt but I shook it off and crashed down on my bed to listen to their panic.

"Ryan, call an ambulance. Tell them it's urgent and we have a girl on the verge of death!"

He came out of his room and glared at me but said nothing. Ten minutes later the paramedics were in our home and the red and blue lights were flashing through my window. Two men rushed up the stairs and Ryan brought them to Hannah; they gently eased her mangled body onto a gourney and carried her down the stairs after which Ryan came into my room one final time.

"If she dies, so help me god I will never forgive you. You will no longer be my sister. You just couldn't--"

"JUST GO" I yelled.

He ran downstairs and jumped in the ambulance, which mom followed in her car. Rather than do homework like she wanted, I showered and crawled into bed, unable to sleep.

Stupid. Fucking. Guilt.