Dare To Spin..

Chapter 5

I turned to walk out of the caff to see that it was already empty and Clay hadn't moved an inch.

He stood there emotionless until he turned to the nearest table and kicked it, I never realized how much strength he had until the table was flying across the room. I ran to Clay yelling for him to stop but nothing was getting threw to him. Then it all rushed back to me.

Flashback: 2 years ago

Clay and I were walking down the street towards the park we always go to. Laughing and smiling just like we always did was out of the question that day. He called me earlier bawling on the phone and told me he needed to get out of his house, I told him I'd meet him at the variety store a block from both our houses and we would walk down to the park. When I got to the store Clay's face was unreadable, I've never saw him like this before and it was scaring me. He looked up at me and his eyes were hallow, not the happy eyes that were usually there. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, while he choked back a sob. He has been my best friend for as long as I can remember and he's never acted like this before.

"Hey... you going to tell me what's wrong?" My voice was barely above a whisper.

He looked up at me again and smiled, but this wasn't his normal genuine smile. This was cocky, a smirk, mean and above all empty. It wasn't warm and loving anymore and I still haven't heard the story as to why. With the smile still on his face he cleared his throat.

"Later." Was all he said before walking towards the park.

The silence was unnerving and weird but not awkward at all. He walked a few steps ahead and would look back every 30 seconds to make sure I was still behind him. By the time we got to the park it was just about noon so the sun was out and hot. He sat down under our tree and waited for me. When I sat down he looked at me with his empty smile again.

"Story time." He said while his eyes twinkled with something I've never saw before either. I couldn't believe this was the same guy that called me crying an hour earlier. "Well where do I begin. How about a week ago. I came home from school to find that my dad was fucking someone in our living room. At first I was mortified because like that was my parents! Then I realized that nope, that was just my sleazy dad with some chick that looked at least ten years younger then him. I starred wide eyed at them until I finally had the courage to say something. 'Um dad? What the hell?' Never before have I ever cussed to my parents either of them but this was different. Disturbing and above all wrong. He froze and turned to face me with shock plastered on his face. 'Clay.. This.. Isn't what it looks like!' I didn't hold back. I lost it. I grabbed the thing closest to me and threw it. 'You are nothing to me anymore! How could you do this? To me, to mom?' And I threw something again. That's how it began. Little did I realize that seeing that would scar me forever. Little did I realize that I'd put my dad in the hospital for how much I thew at him. Little did I realize that I would become just like him in grade 8..."

"I told mom what happened and she lost it. Not at dad but at me. She told me that I was nothing and that she couldn't believe I had the nerve to make up a story like that after putting my dad in the hospital in need of stitches. I didn't know what to say so I walked over to our next door neighbours, you know them Lacie? The 16 year old? Well let's just say she felt bad for me and kissed me... Weird I know, and things got a little... Heated. I ended up having sex when I was 13! Like god any guys dream right?" He laughed an evil laugh before continuing with his story... I had no clue where he was going with this anymore. "Well Lacie had her friends come over, a few guys too so I wouldn't feel left out I guess but they all started drinking, it was now 9 on a Friday night so I didn't really mind, until they got me drinking. I fucked two more of her friends that night and beat the shit out of one of the guys when they tried to stop me. I know what you're thinking, you're only 13, he's 16 how the hell did you beat him? And to be honest I don't even know... I just lost it.

I went home that night after my fill of everything and passed out, such a killer hangover the next day too. Mom came upstairs to apologize because she read on my dads phone the messages between him and the girl. I was so mad. I started throwing punches at anything, walls, furniture, anything. Mom finally got me calmed down and took me to the hospital. Guess what we found out! I'm fucking bipolar. It makes me feels weak and I hate it. I went back to Lacie's and she said she "forgave" me for fucking her friends and let me fuck her again. Thank god, it was exactly what I needed. But anyway I got the reputation of "The Player" in grade fucking 8. I hate it, but there's nothing I can do about it. I guess it's kinda true. And that's my story."

Present

I rushed to Clay and wrapped my arms around him. His breathing was ragged and I kept hugging him.

"Shhh... Clay you need to stop. Calm down. I'm here. It's okay. Everything will be okay." I just kept saying comforting things to him while keeping my face buried in his back. He turned around in my arms and I looked up at him. His face was streaked with tears and his eyes were a mixture of sad and anger.

"This." He used his arms to gesture to the caff that had tables and chairs thrown everywhere. "Is because of you."