Alisa's Death

Missed Deadlines & The Wicked

The next day Azul was feeling sick to her stomach and she had a headache that could break her skull in half. There was a slight blur in the edges of her vision and the reeling feeling in the pit of her stomach, she wouldn’t have come to school but her solely other option would be staying home where her parents would surely hate for her to stay. They hated the idea of her being around them more than anything which meant of course that they cursed the day she was born but it wasn’t so much the fact that they hated their children but that they hated the child that was coming in between their perfect family. Azul was born before her mother met her step father whom she lived with now and had her two twin half siblings. Both being girls and obnoxious ones at that, they would pounce at the chance of making Azul’s life anymore of a living hell. Both the twins had been close to Azul once until they found out they didn’t have the same father and that’s when the hate began, Azul had already been hated by her parents and it had never bother her but when the twins started to hate her it seemed like the hate of their parents had increased at the sight of the hate heating their two twin daughters’ eyes.

She made her way down the halls as fast as she could avoiding all eye contact and flinching when the occasional eye met hers. The bell rang and then the halls began to clear, her heart sped up as did her feet rushing to her locker in an attempt to get there grab her books and run to class, once the halls were empty enough she felt her feet run from under her towards the locker. She had just opened the locker and was about to pull out the textbook required for the next class when the locker began to slam and she had no choice but to pull her hand out of the way or have it crushed between metal and more metal. What made her heart halt then speed up like a motor or something was when she turned to meet those cold hard eyes.

“You never delivered,” he growled letting his fist slam into the locker door by her head making her turn to see the new dent formed into it. She gulped unintentionally.

“There was...there was a bit of a conflict,” she mustered keeping her eyes down.

“A conflict?” He arched a brow before taking a small step back with a warped grin and lifted both his hands innocently spreading both arms wide as if about to embrace someone. He stepped back a few more steps. “Oh, it was all a conflict, a misunderstanding! Nothing for me to worry about or think harshly of, there was no harm and it’s all fine!”

He growled the last word in distaste before slamming both fist on either side of Azul’s head making her press tighter onto the lockers wishing she could mort into it.

“Do you know the shit you put me through?” He demanded. “I needed that order done for a client, I gave you one order and you mess it up. That client would have had my head if Adolfo hadn’t showed up with the damn package!”

“But she showed up and-” She was cut off.

“Save it, they told me about your episode after a few lines,” he glared. “I sent you to pick up something not to get high off your ass!” Suddenly there was a blow that came in contact with Azul’s cheek causing her to slam into the lockers and fall to the ground. “You fucked up, if you fuck up I’m forced to have to put you back in your place.”

“Fuck you,” she splat before he kicked her stomach. She doubled over and threw up, it wasn’t just the blow. She had already felt like throwing up but with the blow it had just felt worst and made the bitter liquid and matter crawl up her throat causing a burn in the back of her eyes and tears to push forward to the rims of her eyes. Deciding against letting the tears fall she curled into a ball acting as pathetic as she felt on the inside when she let this push over do just that. Why couldn’t she just tell someone? Was she that afraid of having her future ruined, as if it weren’t enough that things were not going well as it so happened. Life was not going as she wanted and this was not what she wanted at all.

Paul sneered down at her, glee as plain as day on that distasteful face from the sight of her who had never let anything push her to the corner finally being the helpless creature she had never let resurface. He had managed to push her into that corner she never wanted to go to, in a place she couldn’t run from. He had caged the arrogant helpless animal she knew she was. In the end she was nothing but a warped human in need of mending.

She dared glare up at him but he only back handed her making her face whip to the side, tears stung her eyes but she refused to let them fall.

I’m not weak, I’m not! She told herself but nothing seemed to work because she was still on the ground, she remained with her head bowed to this beast. She glared at the ground and he stepped closer grabbing me from my hair and raising my face to look him in the eyes.

“You do as I say, not as you want,” he said tightening his grip. “You got that?”

She did nothing.

“Got that, bitch!?” He splat in her face.

Grudgingly she nodded and he turned to leave, she cleaned her face with her sleeve and finally the tears fell. She sniffled to herself when she heard steps and looked up to glare at the person. It was that new girl, Aby.

“What are you looking at?” Azul splat and she made her way over picking her up by the arm gently.

“Why do you let him push you around?” She asked and this got Azul angry so she pushed the girl away and ran faster than she knew she could until she was in an alley way panting as she let her back scrape on the brick wall sliding to the floor.

I’m not weak, she inquired weakly but it made no difference and before she knew it she was breaking down in tears. Why am I so weak? Why?