My Brother's Best Friend -VS- My Abusive Ex.

Chapter Seven

In a usual class we would’ve gone straight to the back and ignored everyone that talked to us, but this was art. The classroom was positioned where we all sat on stools with an easel in front of us, in a circle with a table in the middle for our subject to sit on. I relaxed tremendously as we walked through the door.

 

“Hey Cassandra,” said a short Hispanic girl.

 

“I’ve told you before Kim, the name’s Case.”

 

“Sorry,” she apologized. Kim was four foot ten inches, had black hair with a red tint to it, and had the tan skin of a Hispanic.

 

“Hey Kim,” Traeh said still holding my hand.

 

Kim looked down and noticed Traeh’s hand intertwined with mine. “Case, is there something you need to tell me?”

 

As soon as she was done with her question, Aiden and Eric walked in. Sadly, I was stuck in a class with both of them since they changed my schedule because of Joe. “Traeh and I are dating,” I said feeling horrible for lying.

 

“What,” both boys roared and started towards us.

 

“I don’t understand,” I feigned innocence. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

 

“No,” Eric answered.

 

“But Aiden said I should, and I like him.”

 

“It’s true Eric,” Aiden said speaking up. “I told her that she should try and date Traeh.”

 

“Why would you do that,” Eric asked trying to remain calm.

 

“She needed to move on from that trash she dated before.”

 

“So you tell my BABY sister not to, oh I don’t know, give up guys for a while, but to go after another one! Are you delusional or something? She’s my BABY sister you idiot!”

 

“Eric,” Traeh said calmly. “She’s okay, I’ll take care of her.”

 

“You’d better,” Eric growled.

 

“Class,” the teacher said walking in the room as the bell rang. “Take you seats please.” The teacher picked up a cloth covered object and placed it on the table in the center of the room. The teacher’s name was Mr. Young and he was tall, lean and muscular and had shabby brown hair. “So today we’re going to be starting a new project. In your past assignments I’ve graded you on likeness, color, contrast, et cetera, but this time I won’t be grading you on any of that. Now we are moving up in the world of art! I will be grading you on your creativity, and the amount of heart and soul you put into your work. You will only be required one thing, to put the subject in your project,” he said patting the sheet covered object. “Also, for this particular project you can use anything you’d like. You can carve your project, paint it, mold it, anything. So, open your minds and meet your subject.” He pulled the sheet off the object to expose a plastic hand. We all just sat there, staring at this hand. I knew already what a hand meant to me, but I didn’t know what to do with it. I didn’t want to make it obvious that I was abused but that’s what a hand meant to me. It meant getting hit. So, while everyone went ahead and got the supplies they’d need, I just sat there and continued to stare at this hand.