Danger Love Ahead

Chapter Eight: Past Pain Resurrects

(April's version)

I shut the door and locked it as fast as I could feeling more than terribly embarrassed. The whole school had seen me topless, in my knickers. I cried silently in the closet trying to keep my sobs back. I gasped as a sharp pain shot across my ribcage, suffocating me. Panic hit me like a sledge hammer. No, not again. My head began to pound with a dull ache and I let out a breath as another slice of pain cut through me. I've been here before, in this situation. When my dad had died in the car crash on Halloween. I began having seizures when I received the news of dad's death. A young little girl who adored and loved her father whom was taken away so horridly. And on Halloween!! I sucked in a breath as the pain began to sharpen a little. It was a come-and-go-thing for me. Anything that reminded me of my dad would throw me into a seizure or anything that made me terribly depressed..like now. It has been almost 7 years since I last had this. It had stopped when I was shipped..yes shipped... to boarding school because somehow the nuns, though they were strict, understood me and were really kind. They began explaining about 'everyone will die some day'. I was way too young to understand and at the tender age of 8, I received counseling. I spent summer with mom in America but returned again to stay with the nuns. I don't remember when the seizures stopped. It was probably because I was no longer depressed. Now the seizures were returning again and all I could do was sob at the pain.

(Brandon's version)

I couldn't take it anymore. My conscience was beating down on me hard. For the past few minutes, the teacher's words were drowned out by my stupid flashbacks to that closet scene. I got up abruptly and headed for the door.

"Mr.States where do you think you're going?" asked Mr....um..I've forgotten his name. I was too worried about April to remember.

"I've got matters to handle, and just to save you time, yes I'll come down for detention tomorrow afternoon,"I let him know as respectably as I could. 

"Not tomorrow!" The teacher growled. "This afternoon!"

"No can do, sir,"I said. "Tight schedule, see ya tomorrow." With that I shut the door and hurried to the closet. The worst he could do was call my parents, but I can worry about that later. I saw April closing the closet behind her as she made her way out. She looked weary, her hair untidy, she wasn't wearing glasses and yet she still looked beautiful. Blinking at that sudden thought, I shook my head.

"April!" I called. I noticed how she had suddenly stiffened and her pace quickened. I caught up with her and swung her around gently to face me. Her wide blue green eyes were staring at me in shock at first but was lowered to the floor almost in embarrassment.

"Listen,"I began. I had no idea what to say to her but I thought sorry would be a good start. "I'm..I'm...sorry for what happened earlier. I mean I...I didn't..."

"Brandon!" A familiar voice squeaked behind me. I shut my eyes in frustration. I've had better days!!

"Kira, not now,"I ground out scathingly.

"Why not..."she stopped mid sentenced as I opened my eyes to glare at her. She however, was glaring daggers at April.

"Who are you?"Kira asked looking April over suspiciously. April didn't even look up. If I hadn't been holding her, she probably would have stormed off. April of course looked different with her hair down and without her glasses but for Kira to not recognize her was shallow. "Look who's talking," a voice echoed in my head which I keenly ignored. "Brandon you're not dating her are you?"

"No!" I quickly snapped at Kira.

"Good, coz you're so way outta her league." 

"Kira,"I warned. April's head snapped up at those words.

"Of course he's way outta my league!" she snapped back. "when it comes to being a selfish jerk that is! Oh and don't you think you're higher than me, the chances of that happening is when you're able to stay outta a guy's pants for one night being a bimbo whore that you are!!"

(April's version)

I narrowed my eyes dangerously at the now tongue tied Kira. There goes eight years of catholic teaching down the drain. Sr. Giana would be appalled to hear me now. But then again desperate times call for desperate measures, and these were one of those times. I was desperate to get even with Kira.

"How dare you speak to me!"Kira finally spoke. Brandon looked a little lost at the moment.

"You're right!"I said. "I wouldn't waste my voice on you!" I suddenly felt the jabbing pain around my ribs. Incoming seizure. I tried not to panic and kept breathing deeply."Let go off me!"

Brandon loosened his grip on me as I glared at him. I swore that for a second there I was convinced he cared for me. Concern written all over he's face. I turned around and stormed off to the nurses office before the seizure grew worse. I only wished that Brandon had sincerely cared for me.