The Bad Boys Want Revenge

Chapter 10

I had managed to fall asleep for good in the early morning hours. I was probably so exhausted that I didn't even dream and when I woke up I actually felt a little better. Physically not mentally. What the hell am I going to do, I asked myself. Should I go to the police? After all what they did was a bit more serious than what they had done in the past. But am I willing to do that? It's their word against mine and my reputation would probably suffer more than theirs.

You got rid of them once, a tiny voice in my head whispered, you can do it again. I considered that for a moment and came to the conclusion that that may be my best shot of getting my peace. Now, I'm not thinking of killing anyone, at least not at that point, but there are other ways right? But one thing is for sure I won't let them get away with this.

And then it suddenly occured to me that they were probably pretty pissed at me especially Jakob since he didn't even, well, you know get the chance to hurt me in one of the most horrible ways you could hurt someone. I got up and walked over to my mirror to look at the damage in daylight. Slipping of my clothes I already started to tear up again. Hickeys on my neck, bruises on my wrists, ribs and thighs and cuts all over my legs and feet from running through the woods. Breathe, the voice in my head said, those are battlescars and you are going to avenge every last one!

I showered and put makeup on the bruises you could see. When I was almost finished someone knocked at my door.

"Honey, are you alright you never sleep this long," my mother said thorugh the door.

I quickly put on my pullover and opened the door. Even though the hickeys were covered up I still looke pretty rough. Dark circles under my eyes, extreme pale looking and redened eyes made me look like I was sick. The fact that I hadn't slept or eaten very well these past days didn't help.

"My God,"she gasped," what happend? You look horrible." She pulled me closer and pulled me in the bright hallway to get a better look.

"Relax mom, I'm fine I just didn't sleep very well," I mumbled and wriggled out of her grip to head downstairs.

She followed me being clearly not satisfied by my answer. "Hold on a minute. When we went out last night you weren't home. Where were you and what were you doing that you look like that. Look at me when I am talking to you." She gripped my arm again and stopped me on the stairs.

"Mum let go of me," I replied with a tired look," I'm starving okay, can I go make myself something to eat?" She let go of me reluctantly and followed me in the kitchen.

"No wonder you're hungry. I know you didn't eat very good these past days. I'm really worried you have been acting so strange. What's going on?" I didn't answer that question immediatly because it seemed so very stupid. I know that sounds mean but when I had a child that started behaving weird when her old bullies were back in town I think I would be smart enough to put two and two together. At least I hope so.

"Well, what do you think, mother?" I only called her mother when I was going to be mean and we both knew that. She arched one eyebrow and gave me the 'watch yourself' look. "It clearly has something to do with dumb and dumber being back in town and before you come runnig to their defense may I remind you that I am your daughter and it wouldn't kill you to take my side for once."

"This is exactly what I am talking about. I can't take your side when I don't know what is going on. I know they haven't always been exactly nice but you were kids and from what I'm seeing and hearing you are the one who insists on holding a grudge." Typical, I thought to myself if I told her now what happened she would think I was making it up to save face or something. It was always like that.

"How dissapointing is it exactly not to have such a great boy who is good at sports and popular and always so fucking happy and instead having to deal with a moody, sick girl? I know you are jealous dad is for sure anyway. Don't you know I notice how he is always talking football with them and shit? And don't get me started on the way you two always praise them. Yeah, go on roll your eyes that is what you always do. You don't take me seriously mother, and that is why I don't tell you things." I had started to scream and stormed of grabbing my keys, phone and purse to head out.

I could hear my mother say something but ignored her completly. I had enough and just wanted to get far away from her. Making sure to slam the door behind me, I left. The next moment a bus pulled up to the station and I got on.

After I had calmed down a bit and the thoughts of never coming back had gotten less serious other thoughts occured. It has been over a year since I screamed at my mother like that. The last time it had something to do with food or my weight. The second and way scarier thought was, what if They see me?  I decided to ignore both thoughts and go to a little cafe I liked and drink all the hot choclate they had and drown my sorrows in that.

I got of the bus and scanned my surroundings carefully and then pulled the hood of my sweater  over my head. No risks will be taken. Looking constantly over my shoulder and checking before I turned a corner on my way to the cafe stronly reminded me of the time when the bullying was worst. I was so on edge that I jumped when my phone rang. Guess who called... Should I answer, ingonre, hang up? Would I seem weak? I made a decision.

"What do you want? And be quick, I'm hanging up after one minute is over."