A False Sense of Security

Chapter 39

It's Monday.

I wake up and walk downstairs. Everyone is already up.

"Ugh," Bruce complains. "My head is pounding."

He was drinking the whole weekend as a way to take away his pains. He won't stop. Selena will straighten him out when she gets back from Mexico, though, which will be today.

Then we'll start planning the funeral.

"Would you like some cheese with that whine, sir?" Benjamin retorts.

Rafe and Koda chuckle. And, I giggle a little.

"If it means I'll get wine, then yes!" Bruce answers.

I roll my eyes. "I have to get to school,"

"Yeah, let's go," Koda agrees.

"Bye, Bruce!" We all scream.

"Bye, Benjamin!" I scream and close the door.

***

We arrive at school and go to class. Aiden doesn't ask me about how I'm feeling. Even though I know he knows what happened.

Instead, he goes out of his way to make me smile and laugh all day.

Although, everyone has brought down my happiness by asking if I was alright.

Of course I'm not alright! My Mom just died!

If someone ask me how I am one more time, I swear I'm gonna explode.

Aiden and I meet up with my brothers and we walk to lunch together.

We get to the bleachers and everyone goes silent. They all have these sympathetic expressions.

"How are you feelin-" Eli starts to ask until I cut him off.

"Obviously I'm not feeling great my Mom just died, so stop asking! I'm not okay! I'm not going to be okay for awhile! So just leave me alone!" I rant and storm off.

I make it to outside the cafeteria, but am stopped by the Barbie doll bitch, herself, and her entourage.

"Heard what happened! Your poor Mommy died, huh? She was probably downing shots before, because she had to come home to you and the lousy group of people you call your friends. She was probably happy that she died, so she wouldn't have to see your ugly face again. I bet her sadness wasn't, because of your grandfather dying. It was, because she had to leave the paradise of not being with you. I would be. And, I know you need time to grief, so don't come to tryouts today." Mikayla tells me.

"I'm already done grieving. I'm gonna tryout and I'm gonna win." I get in her face.

"If you try out your gonna end up like your worthless, neglective, druggy, whor-"

She couldn't finish her sentence, because my fist decided it was done hearing her bullshit.

She landed on her face. She didn't move after that.

I just knocked that bitch out cold.

Her entourage backed away and dispersed after that. I looked around to see no one witnessed my action-that-could-definitely-result-in-detention-or-suspension. I slowly walk away and go to my locker leaving Mikayla on the dirty cold ground. Where she belongs.