Deliver Me To Evil

Lost and found

 The test passed by very quickly. So much so that i didn't answer a single question. I didn't even write my name.  My mind was overflowing with questions, just not about advanced algebra. I couldn't get what Luke said out of my head. Dad was different. He'd changed. But how? What happened to him? And just how much did he change? He'd already snapped at Luke for nothing, and  he damn-near attacked me in the kitchen. What next? Did he alter so much of himself that he'd hit his wife? He already tried to hit me, and i'm his little girl. 

 I was so deep into my thoughts that i didn't even notice where i was walking, but i somehow ended up in the bathroom of the first floor. My next class is supposed to be on the third floor, so what am I doing down here? I don't even have any classes on this side of the hall. I check the time on my cell, i'm fifteen minutes late to class.

 I stare at my reflection in the mirror, wondering what to do about Dad, and what he might do if he get's a call from the school about me cutting class, and i hear giggling from one of the stalls. "Oh, someone else is skippin'" I think to myself. I'm about to turn to leave when i hear a little moan coming from the same stall. Except, it wasn't a girl, it was a guy! Um, what? They are seriously making out in the school's bathroom? Gross! 

 "Ah, fuck!" The guy moans, and then I hear the little suction sound. I want to leave. I want to run, But for some reason i couldn't move my feet. They were rooted into place, heavy as cinder blocks tied to my ankles. I glance at the bottom of the stall door and, yep, I see a girl's knees on the floor in front of a guy's sneakers. Those bright green damn near neon running shoes are seared into my mind forever, along with those knees on the floor. Ew! 

 Finally I find my feet and jet from the bathroom. hell, i jet from the hall towards my classroom, but i don't want to go in. My face is hot, and my head is spinning. I rush to the bathroom closest to me, hoping nobody was in there, toss my bag on the floor and vomit into the trash can by the door. After i clean myself up, i stare at my reflection, and think, hey, now i have a reason for skipping. I grab my bag and walk to the nurse.

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 "Mom, please stop feeling my forehead." I say as i swipe mom's hand away again.

"well, hun, i'm worried about you. Your nurse told me you threw up three time in her office. You could have a really bad bug or something." She raises her arm again across the car to touch my forehead again. This time i let her. "God, you're burning up, Billitrix..." She whispers.

 "I'll be fine, i just need some peptobismal and saltines, okay?" I counter. She glares at me. 

"Billi-" She sighs angrily, "I'm a nurse, okay, i know what i'm talking about. I'm also your mother. Why won't you let me take care of you?" She sounded so hurt in that last sentence that i felt bad for snapping at her. I nod my head and rest my head against the window, watching the trees fly by.