Unspoken

Threats Aren't Always Empty

Chapter two

I dragged myself out of bed, dreading the day ahead. I slowly went to bathroom knowing that my appearance would be worse than usual because of all the crying I did and as always I was right, my eyes were red and puffy and there was a continuous throbbing going on in my head but, I am determined not to let it ruin my day, that’s what school’s designed for. I entered into the shower and stood completely motionless for the first few seconds, the water unknotting my body and relieving me of all that happened last night, sometimes the shower is the only place where I feel that I can breathe, the only place where the ever present concerns and thoughts aren’t reigning free.

I opened my closet and my mind immediately conjured up what I’m going to wear.  I slipped on my black skinny jeans, a drappy but tight hot pink top that’s open at the back, showing my naturally sun kissed skin. I entered into my black ankle boot heels immediately feeling a sense of empowerment with my new found height; I threw on my black leather jacket completing my ensemble. Dressing dangerously makes people know that I’m trouble without having to confront me and waste time on meaningless chit chat.

I confidently jumped down the stairs to see the familiar sight of a very hung-over Kim, knowing that she would be harnessing a killer headache, I grabbed my brown shoulder bag and my phone and went out of the house without saying a word but also making sure to slam the door; I smiled as I heard her shouting profanities.

I strolled into my class knowing that I was late, I figure it’s not exactly the first time so the teacher should be used to it by know, as I was about to sit down I stopped abruptly, a wave of anger rapidly approaching me as I saw the blonde bimbo Georgina Brookes, or Gigi as she prefers it, sitting in my chair, acting like she had not seen me. You see me and Gigi have always hated each other as she feels the need to deliberately get under my skin and me being me never takes it lying down.

Gigi gave me a once over and a look of disgust appeared on her face “What are you looking at crack head, I don’t sell drugs you know that’s more up your street”

I rolled my eyes at her preschool insult “Bitch please, don’t make this harder than it has to be, just get out of my seat so I can go back to my life of normality and you can return to your life of modelling ratty hair extensions and daily appearances on the ‘boob jobs gone wrong’ show.”

She stood up and sauntered over to me with a smirk on her face, till she was about an inch away from my face “At least I have a have a mother” She whispered into my ear.

It was if something inside me snapped, I placed my hand on her neck and rammed her into the wall making sure to keeping squeezing her neck. I could hear faint sounds of my teacher telling me to stop but all I could focus on was taking every last breath, tears were forming in my eyes as she was gasping for breath, I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. Suddenly I felt my hand being pulled away from her and she collapsed to the floor immediately rubbing her throat with a look of horror on her face.

“Eve, take yourself to the principal’s office now, I have informed her of what you have done and she shall punish you accordingly!” I turned to see my teacher with a look of rage plastered on her face which told me there was no reason even trying to explain.

I took a deep breath, rolled my shoulders back and walked out with my head held high. “You’ll pay for this” I heard Gigi scream as I walked out the door, I decided to ignore her, at least she got what she deserved.

As I rounded a corner I saw the principal standing outside her office with the door open already waiting for me, a look of disappointment appeared on her face as she caught sight of me; she didn’t say a word to me as I went into her office and sat down.