When The Rain Pours Down (Discontinued)

Chapter Two: Hell Twins

A/N: So I'm going to be focusing on this story for a while. My other books are put on hold until this book is finished. I want to try and keep all my story ideas on this book for right now. So, yeah. Everything will be put on hold except for 'Surviving Life With Kirigiri-Senpai' because that is more of a joke book that isn't updated very often anyways. So yeah. Enjoy the chapter.

So, here we are. Aiden and Trenton Grey standing in the doorway of the classroom.

You're expecting me to explain? No. God, no. I don't even want to think about the shitstorm they caused to happen. You want to know who was the center of all of it? Me. Heather Allen, the damn outcast. I wasn't so much of an outcast when they let hell loose on my personal life. Yet they still had the nerve to even come near me. If I was brave enough, these damn assholes would be bawling on the floor. I wouldn't care if I got suspended and shit, they deserved it for what they did to me.

For exposing the issues I wanted to keep to myself.

Trenton, oh my god. He has such a huge ego and his pride gets hurt so fucking easily. If you do so much as to just pinch him he goes nuts and starts taking it out on literally everyone in his path. I don't know how the hell Aiden lives with him. You can see the scars on him, all over. I don't know how they get away with this shit. Especially Trenton, who beats his own damn brother.

Aiden, well...

He's a stalker. No, I'm not even kidding. He stalked me for about 3 solid months. And this was in middle school. That was how they found about all of it. Aiden even took videos of my family being beaten by my dad. They're sick fucks and honestly don't deserve to live after that. Well, live after all the shit they've done.

Do I think Aiden is forced to do these things? Absolutely. That doesn't make me feel sympathy for him. When you're stalked for 3 months in middle school it's kind of hard not to despise the person who stalked you.

I was looking down, not paying attention to anything or anyone. I could feel the stares of everyone here, because they all knew. They all knew what had happened to me. They had all seen the horrors.

It was pretty hard to miss it after videos were posted all over our school.

Now, I can assure you one thing about this school. Everyone who attends here hates Trenton Grey. It doesn't matter if they liked me at all. The students here knew how much of a monster he was.

Except every single soul is terrified of him.

They all had seen what would happen if you make Trenton Grey mad. They knew that if you made him angry he would expose something huge in your personal life or land you in the hospital for a month. It could be both, if you were just that awful. 

Elementary? Yeah, he was the coolest kid. Popular and all that shit. We didn't have problems that made everyone scared of him. Teachers hated him, and they have this entire time. The teachers in our highschool rejoice that they didn't have to teach Trenton Grey. All of them up until now. 

Funny thing is, all the teachers have been kind of bummed and nobody knew why.

I'm pretty sure we've figured it out now.

What did I do to make him mad? Oh, let me tell you. This happened in, say, seventh grade? Yeah. I was actually nice to people back then. My family was actually decent, and I could actually trust people. So one lovely day I get an assigned partner for this project, who just happens to be Trenton. Oh, he was annoying, of course, so of course I was annoyed that I had to work with him. I end up doing the entire project myself and he only shows up to put his name on it and get the grade. Lucky for him, the teacher noticed that he hadn't done any work on the project. The teacher confronted me about, I said he didn't do any work when I was asked about it, and that was all I had said.

So, next day he gets a detention and flips out, which lands him in a suspension for an entire month. No students were in the classroom other than him, but he did some serious damage. The principle walked into the classroom he was in after she heard about it and found the classroom in absolute shreds. The whiteboard on the floor, desks flipped and snapped in half, all sorts of crazy shit. That teacher? He was found on the floor knocked out and I think with a broken leg. I had heard some rumors that he had even went to a mental hospital.

When he returns to school, oh god is everyone terrified. We tried to act normal but it hadn't worked very well. The first thing he does when he enters the damn school is comes to find me. I had figured out why the moment I saw him storming down the hallway, dragging his brother along with him.

That was probably the first time I had ever feared something that much.

That's all you need to know. I hate telling that story, so everyone else does it for me. Except the only time anybody ever talks about those events is when there are new kids who don't know how dangerous he was. Other than that, it's all hushed. Sure, nobody really pays attention to me. I think the hush about the events is sort of like a moment of silence for respect, like the ones at football games or something like that. It's sort of a crappy tribute to what once was my secrets, which died very tragically to the hands of Aiden and Trenton Grey.

The thing that just happened was another reason of why I was not really liked. Ah, spacing out, my favorite.

In this time, the hell twins were sat down. Apparently I had looked very sick (which I was probably, mentally, at least) which caused the teacher to notice. He had asked me if I was alright. I muttered no, loud enough for him to hear. Then I was let out of the classroom to go to the bathroom or whatever.

So I ran to the bathroom farthest away from that classroom.

Those things from middle school always made me sick and nauseous every time I so much as thought about them, so having their cause standing right in front of me caused me to freak and just want to die.

Slamming the door to the stall on the far end, I hurled over the toilet, then leaned against the wall and sank to the floor. I grabbed some pills from my pocket (I always kept a few there because this happened too often) and quickly swallowed them. My mom had taken me to the doctor several times because of this, and I was diagnosed with something so weird that I never would remember the name.

I was breathing heavy. There was no way in absolute hell that I was going to go back into that classroom with twins from hell.

So I camped out until the bell rang and then I decided to get up and face the attention that I would get. Because it was bound to happen, running down the hallway I could see a few classrooms with terrified students. They had surely seen them when they were coming to the class I was in. Sure, I was absolutely terrified. It didn't matter. My mom would kill me if I skipped school, and then would not be okay if I came home and told her that they were here.

There was no way I would make her worried from all this that hasn't even happened. Yet, at least. 

Here's my advice for you if something like this happens to you. It's actually simple and after a while of doing it it's not too hard. The simple trick is to act like the people you hate are dead and not even there.

I do this a lot. After all, that's all Aiden and Trenton were.

Dead to me.