Love can mean many different things to many different people. But to Clark- love meant bullshit. He used to think love was something special and something that was really hard to find. He believed that god put that one person in your life for a reason. That that person in your life who you met and share many interest with is fate. Of course this book isn't a love story and that person who you share many interest with is just coincidence.
Clark was 16 years old when he met Leighton. It was the beginning of his sophomore year. Leighton and Clark had three classes together. Physical education, art, and biology.
"Heyy." Leighton said.
"Hey.." Clark said with half a smile In his face.
"Oh hey. I was talking to Anna but hey sorry about that.." She replied kinda laughing.
"Oh.. Im.. Sorry.. Aha" Clark said. Laughing embarrassedly.
"Can I sit next to you? I don't really know anyone here.. And all the other seats are taken sooo...." Leighton said.
"Oh yeah..sure.." Clark said.
"Biology sucks dude." Leighton said.
"Oh haha yeah I know."
"Yeah.." She said.
Then suddenly Leighton and Clark were interrupted by Mrs. Norwell walking in the classroom.
"Hello. I am Gallie Norwell. But you will call me Mrs. Norwell. I know what your thinking. This sucks. I don't wanna be here. But guess what. I don't wanna be here either so just do what your suppose to do and we'll have a fast great year."
"She seems nice." Leighton whispered to Clark.
"Yeah no. You can tell she's going to be mean by how she's caring her papers and the way she's staring at me right now sooo I'm going to stop talking." Clark whispered back. Laughing.
"Excuse me. Do you have something you would like to share with the class Young man?" Mrs Norwell asked.
"Oh no.. I'm good." Clark said to her.
"Good. Then shut up."
School went by so fast that it even surprised him. He was sort of excited for tomorrow to see Leighton again and get her number but for now he had worry about more important things like making sure his mother was safe at home.
Clark got in his jeep and drove like mad until he got home. He ran inside to find his mother in the kitchen cooking dinner for him and his step dad.
"Hey mom.." Clark said.
"Oh hey honey.. How was school...." She replied.
"Oh you know. it was normal.."
"Yeah.." She said. "go wash your hands and tell Steve to come downstairs and set the table."
Clark ran upstairs to find his step dad Steve in the bathroom floor passed out with 16 bottles of beer in the floor.
"Your such a pig." Sighed Clark.
"What the fuck did you say. You little shithead" Steve said half passed out.
"I said mom wants you to set the table and sit down. Dinners ready."
"Tell your skanky fat whore of a mother to set the table on her on." Steve said.
"YOU DONT CALL HER THAT." Clark said kicking him in the stomach. "You respect that woman. She has to put up with your disgusting drunk ass."
Steve got up. His face redder than the devil. His eyes filled with fury. His arms large as muskets. Those muskets striked Clark in the right eye. Knocking him down and his whole body swinging to the bathroom floor.
Steve took out his belt and kept swinging at him as hard as he could over and over again.
Clark's light green eye was swelling worse and worse every minute that passed. His legs and arms were filled with cuts from the leather belt that had just beaten him. Clark was to weak to get up so Steve picked Clark up by his neck and whispered "I don't wanna be the bad guy. But I will if I must."
Just then Clark's mother was standing right outside the bathroom door with a shocking expression on her face. She was too traumatized to move. She was like dead. She wasn't moving or anything just staring at Clark lying in the bathroom floor with blood on his arms and tears rolling down her face.
"Clean that little prick up." Steve ordered.
She still didn't say anything. She still didnt move.
"I SAID CLEAN THAT LITTLE SON OF A BITCH." He yelled.
Now Clarks mom snapped out of it and ran to help Clark crying her eyes out.
She called 911 and the ambulance took Clark. Steve wasn't home. He left to go drink with his friends at a strip club.
After about 3 hours the doctors walked toward Clark's mom who was walking around nervously around the seats.
"Ma'm." The doctor said.
"Yes.. Call me Linda. What's wrong is he okay!?!" She said.
"Your son is Doing great the only problem is he has huge swelling in his right eye and needs some medicine and treatment for that." The doc said.
"Oh my god. Thank you lord.. Thank you soo so much." Linda said relieved. "When can he come home?"
"He can go home tonight. Just don't forget to rub this treatment in his right eye with a warm glove and do it gently."
"Can I see him!?" She asked.
"Yeah he's in room 209.".
