Saviors (Completed)

12. Beers And Long Drunk Talks

Wednesday. The day where my mother actually drove me to school on her way to work. Not a thing I had thought ever would happen. As I looked after her car, my thoughts drifted off, thinking about her motives. There surely was some.

"Princess."

I turned around at the sudden voice and glanced over the parking lot. A happy Anthony strolled my way, winking to a girl on his way. His leather jacket was slung around his arm and his grayish T-shirt hung firmly around his toned muscles. He swayed his phone down in his pocket.

I didn't understand why he was even talking to me. I had made it perfectly clear yesterday that I didn't want to talk to him again.

"How are you doing?" he asked simply, running a hand through his already messy hair.

"Fabulous," I answered and swayed past him and further towards the doors.

I didn't get to walk long before he jogged up beside me. "Feisty are we?" he said, smirking wider than before. "I know you want to be my friend."

I sighed, ignoring him and speeding up, however, with his long legs he soon caught onto the new speed. "Don't ignore me, Princess," he said.

I ignored him and pushed open the doors, only to be greeted with Ying and Yang. "Hey Nina," Samuel said, jumping over to us. "Care to tell me about your dirty secrets?" My body froze at his words. Did he know about my secrets?

"You okay? You look a little pale," Nathan said, laying a hand on my forehead. "You don't seem sick though." Anthony slapped his hand away, glaring at him. At least he knew how shy I was.

Samuel pushed Nathan away, taking over his position in front of me. "So, how about those secrets? Tell me how you could look all that innocent and then snap back at Cynthia like that."

"Uhm," I mumbled, looking for an escape. I glanced down at my watch. Smiling at the time. Class time. "Sorry, I have to go." I pushed Samuel aside and moved down the corridor, hearing them yelling behind me. However, I wouldn't turn around.

Though I ignored most of them, Anthony's voice fleed to my ear. "It's okay if you don't like me, not everyone has good taste."

I imagined I slapped him, even though that probably would never happen; again.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. An hour after hour I had listened carefully to all words the teachers had said, trying to kick Anthony out of my brain. However, he seemed stuck in there somewhere.

I opened the door to my house expecting yelling and crushing, however, only the television boosted through the house. "I'm home," I yelled as I twisted around to close the door behind me.

"Child!" my dad shouted as an answer. I showed off my shoes, waiting for his massage. "Come in here!"

I did as he said and walked into the living room where he was spread out on the couch. Slowly, he chugged the beer to its very last drop. He went for another bottle as I took a sit on the farthest away chair.

I gave him a look of pity as he threw the empty bottle on the stained floor. "I want to talk to you," he said and opened another can of beer. "About a hell lot of things."

I gulped, "okay." It was only a whisper, but he somehow heard me loud and clear.

"Drink something, child, this is going to be a long night," he said and nodded towards the beers on the coffee table. I just sat there, motionless and pale. I didn't dare breathe. My mind couldn't process his words fully and I still stumbled over them.

"Drink!" he roared, throwing a bottle over to me, which I caught with a surprising kind of grace. His stinky breath reached my nose as I drew in air. It was terrible and it only got worse as I opened the bottle and took a sip. The burbling liquid was not surprising and as my throat enjoyed the taste once again my body relaxed.