Broken Butterfly

Chapter 2

Walking down the hall after my last class, I keep my head down so as not to have to really deal with people. Well, that's the hope at least. I don't want to interact with any of the people here if I can help it.

"Hey, aren't you that girl from the bar last night?" I hear the familiar voice from the side of me a little ways away. Peaking in the direction of the voice, I find it to belong to the blonde haired boy from last night. He's wearing a plain black tee shirt this time, paired with light skinny jeans and black sneakers. Before I can even think of hurrying off, he's already by my side.

"What's your name?" He asks and I can see from the corner of my eye that he's got that smirk on his face again.

"Leave me alone." I tell him quietly, keeping my voice low so others won't here.

"Now we both know that's not your name. Come on, tell me." He responds, and interested curious look in his eyes as he keeps his gaze on me. I just stay silent, shaking my head slightly. Why can't he take a hint and just leave me alone?

"That was a hell of a punch you took last night at the bar. It was impressive how you handled that situation." He informs me as we keep walking.

"What do you want?" I question, my voice quiet but annoyed as I stop and look up at him. His smirk grows as he stops and turns his entire body to face me.

"Just to talk. Maybe have some fun later if you're not working." He speaks, his voice smooth as he reaches his hand out to lightly drag his fingers down my arm before moving in to my side and down to my hip. Frowning, I glare at him as I shove his hand off of me.

"There's nothing for us to discuss and I'm not some slut you can pick up after meeting at a bar." I snap, my voice firm but still quiet. His eyes darken at my words and tone of voice, causing me to swallow hard and focus my breathing so that I don't freak. I may be able to pull off being a hardass at the bar, but I'm used to stupid shit there. Not here.

"I didn't call you a slut, did I? I really don't think you should be using that tone of voice with me, butterfly. There could be plenty for us to discuss if you wouldn't be so stubborn." His voice matches the dark look in his eyes as he speaks coldly, lowering his head just a bit so that his face his closer to mine as he keeps his voice quieter as well.

A small look of some sort of realization hits him and he backs off a bit, his eyes softening again as he keeps his cold gaze on me.

"Leave me alone." I say quietly before turning and walking off. Thankfully, he doesn't follow this time. Keeping my steps quick, I hurry myself back home in hopes of having no more interactions with anyone. It's a longer walk from college back to the apartment but I don't mind it when I can just enjoy the scenery that I walk by.

When I get home, Dad is nowhere to be found. Probably at a bar or club or something. Though, I wouldn't be surprised if he's out hanging with the three friends he has that helps him stay stocked on alcohol and drugs and cigarettes.

I just shake my head, walking over to the couch and pulling out a box from underneath it. It's the only place I can keep any of my own personal things if I don't want him to get ahold of them and destroy it all.

Grabbing my apron that I need for my waitressing job at the restaurant I work at, I grab that along with the two name tags I need for when I'm at the restaurant and when I'm at the bar. Folding the apron up, I quickly shove it into my bag and exchange it out for the notebooks that I don't need for homework tonight.

Heading back out, I lock the door before hurrying back out of the apartment complex. I know he shouldn't be back until late tonight but I always end up being anxious that he's somehow going to catch me there in the middle of the day even though he's never there.