(UNDER MAJOR RECONSTRUCTION)Unstable Love (Gaara Love)

CHAPTER TWO:

CHAPTER FIXED

     "Hurry up and get in here; you're late, Aniko," she was sat at her desk, gnarled hands clasped stiffly in front of her, back straight as a rod, lips pressed into an almost permanent grimace, and murky brown eyes fixed coolly on me.

     "Sorry," I spoke without emotion, "You wanted to see me?"

      "Yes," she smiled, a disgustingly sweet voice in place, "You are being transfered to a new orphanage. Hopefully they will have better luck finding you a home there."

"Wh-what?" My eyes wide, "You're.... you're lying, right?"

"I don't joke, Aniko. You of all people should know that," she snapped. "I want your things packed by dinner. You'll leave right after that."

"You.... can't! You can't do that to me!" I was starting to panic; I'd worked so hard to earn respect from the people here. If I left, I'd have to start all over again.

"I can. Do you know what it would do to this orphanage's reputation if you were to stay here until you're 18? We'd have to change our motto. We've never had a child stay here as long as you have. Now , leave."

My jaw clenched, and I turned, slamming the door shut behind me hard enough to knock down any frames on the walls of her office. I'd been here since I was seven, since my parents died, and she wanted to get rid of me. This is unacceptable.

I still remember the car crash, one of the only things I remembered; I suffered brain damage and lost most of my memories of my parents.

    The outline of two people,my parents, were in the front seat. I was singing in the back. I heard a gun shot and looked up to see my father dead, my mother died in the crash. I don't remember anything after that, only the years that followed. They told me that I was wrong, there was no gun shot, but I know what I saw. No one could ever tell me otherwise.

   I punched the wall, "Shit!" startling a bunch of younger girls. "Want a piece of me?!" I hissed at them, holding up my fist.

They averted their gazes quickly, scurrying off to a room.

Entering my own, I threw open my drawers, stuffing my extra pair of clothes into a duffle bag. Then, I dug out my few books, throwing them in as well as whatever else I owned. I needed to vent some steam, so I went out to the backyard in search of a victim.

"No! Give it back!"

Glancing to the left, I saw Paul bullying the smaller kids. My body changed course for his direction. "Whatcha doin', Paul?" I punched him in the head.

"Ow! What the- Ah... Aniko, long time no see," he paled.

"Didn't we have a talk about taking poor Cindy's doll, hm? And what I would do next time you bullied her?" My fists clenched, and my eyes bored into him icily.

"Whaaat? I'm doing nothing! I swear, Aniko!" he held up his hands defensively, dropping the doll next to the tearful little girl.

"Take your doll and go inside, Cindy," I ordered, snatching Paul by his collar. I waited until she had left before getting down to business.

"Wait, Aniko, I can expl- ack!" I  buried my knee in his stomach.

"How dare you speak my name!" shoving him onto the ground. "How dare you plead for mercy!" I slapped him. "I'm sick of you hurting the younger kids! Don't make excuses! Get up and take it like a man!"

He stayed cowering on the floor.

"Get. Up," I snarled, dragging him to his feet. "Apologize. Now."

"I....I'm sorry!"

"Good," I smiled turning around. I knew he would take a swing at me, and kept turning, leg out in the air. "Nice try, Paul." Then I left, feeling less stressed.

"Wasn't that a little much?" Robby frowned at me, leaning back against a tree.

"Yep," I nodded, "But it had to be one he would remember. I'm leaving, anyways."

His head snapped up, "What? Leaving?"

"I'm being transferred," I shrugged, clasping his shoulder as I passed, "Take care of the little ones, okay? Don't let Paul get seniority." I headed back to my room, ready to take a nap.

When I next awoke, it was to get in a cab with instructions to take me to my new home. The man, he looked a little strange, but I thought nothing of it. He loaded my things into the back of his taxi and helped me inside. I didn't think anything of it when he headed I the direction of the ocean.

I only started to panic when I realized that we were heading straight for a cliff. The one that the orphanage's kids used to cliff-dive from.

"S-sir? Can you slow down? There's a cliff edge in front of us!" I paniced, slapping at the plexi glass to get his attention.

"Sir!" I shrieked, begging him to slow, but that seemed to make him drive faster.

We flew off the cliff, seemed to hang in the air, and then dropped straight down to the cold, cruel water below.

***

       I woke to the sound of approching foot steps and when they leaned over me my hand shot out and caught the person in the stomach while I kicked myself to my feet as I heard the woosh of air that told me I winded him. I did a round house kick and sent him sailing through the air, but he was behind me in seconds and I barely managed to get out of harms way. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me around to face him-it was definately a male-and I gasped, shocked. It was- "ugh!" I grunted as my legs were knocked out from under me.