Letting Go of Jamie

Chapter 6: To Hell with Promises

Chapter 6: To Hell with Promises 

I hate people who don’t keep promises.

 For example: me. I promised myself I would not go near Matthew, or anybody for that matter, until I had graduated and moved on with my life. But no, I just had to go and fuck with my plan and break my own promise.

 Sometimes I really fucking hated myself.

 I had been minding my business, just keeping to myself and trying not to get in trouble. I had avoided Matt for 2 weeks, not even defending him, until one day I just could not take it. I think I wouldn’t have felt bad about ignoring Matthew if he just tried to defend himself when Trent bullied him, but he just stood there. It was like he just didn’t give a fuck anymore, he was a limp noodle when it came to defending himself. And I was sick of it. I could handle it if he at least tried to get free of Trent, but no. Here I was trying to ignore him, when he just looked like a beaten puppy half the time, and an anti-social brainiack the other half.

 It was Tuesday, a nice day. I walked into school early, because I had not done my homework the night before and needed to finish before math class.  

 I had just gotten to my locker when I heard a bang down the hall and turned to see Trent, dragging Matthew by his hair down the hall. I had about enough of this jack ass. Not only was Matthew clearly in pain, Trent seemed to be enjoying beating the shit out of Matt.

 “Now I’m gonna ask you one last time twerp. Where is my math homework!” he yelled at Matt, throwing him down onto the ground. Matthew just laid there like a wet rag and took Trent's verbal abuse. When he looked at me, I could see the pain and shame in his eyes.

 Remember when in the Disney movie Hercule, Herc  walks out of the death lake thingy with his babe and them punches Hades in the face with that stone cold face? Yeah, that’s what I felt like, only 5 times more angry.  

 “Trent, if you wish to live past the next 5 minutes, I suggest you shut your gapping pie hole and walk away. And not bother Matthew again.” I told Trent as I slammed my locker and stalked over to my prey, murder in my eyes.

 “What the fuck? It’s you that should be running little girl. I’m still not hesitant on beating you up too.”

 I laughed at that, an evil, humorous laugh. He thought he could beat me?

 “Boy, you have no idea who you are playing with. You think you intimidate me? You make me laugh. I was not called the ‘Bloody Rose’ for no reason you little insipid leech.” I hissed into his face. I saw the rage in his eyes and the unseeing ferocity. He was one of those people that, when extremely angry, were blind in their rage and just took random punches, not in their right minds. So that meant if I egged him on and got him angry enough, he would not be in his right mind.

 “You’re nothing but a lonely little boy  inside, hiding away from the rest of the world. You think that if you beat up other people it will somehow boost your manliness and make your family love you more. That if you beat other people it will make your friends like you more. You’re nothing but a pathetic, lonely, caniv-“

 He lunged.

 I side stepped and he stumbled forward, turning around quickly to face me again. I raised my fist to my face and stood on the balls of my feet, diving into my fighting mode. He tried get a wild punch to my cheek, but I ducked and uppercut him on the chin. It hurt my hand a bit, but it hurt him a lot more. He stumbled back and I came at him again with a kick to his side and then a punch to his opposite cheek. Finally, I gave him a solid kick to the chest with my foot and he staggers back into the lockers, and fell to the ground. I waited for him to get back up, but he was out cold.