Chapter Four
Mum has gone absolutely bonkers!
She is being completely unreasonable; not listening to me, not letting me speak to Mitchell and not even letting me leave the house. The neighbours all think that Mitchell is some kind of creep now, because of my 'lovely' mother. I don't know what she did when she left the house last week, but somehow, word has gotten around the street of the dvd I watched. I can't even defend Mitchel! He didn't GIVE me the dvd, I just chose one. Sure, he told me too, but I know he didn't, wouldn't want me to have watched that!
The neighbours are being horrible. They have graffitied his house, "pedo" written over his door. I have heard people yelling at his home when they pass. I even heard a smash last night!
People are so cruel.
All of that is what has led me to standing here now. Outside Mitchell's house, waiting for him to answer the door.
"Layla, what are you doing here?"
"I had to come and see if you were okay! I am so sorry!"
Mitchell pulled me into a tight bear hug, brushing away a tear I didn't know had escaped.
"It is okay, honey. Not your fault at all but you really shouldn't be here."
He looked down, and what I saw made me cry harder. His face looked so tired, worn out. This is all my fault and I have to make it better. Before I could say anything though.
"Oi! What'd you think your doing? Get away from her, ya creep!"
"Leave her alone, you PEDO!"
It seemed as though the whole street had run out of their houses, here to abuse poor Mitchell. They started to all shout at him, creeping, closer and closer. All of them were acting like animals. Approaching their prey, which in this case, was Mitchell.
"No! Mitchell didn't do anything wrong. You don't understand!"
"Look, he has her brainwashed. LEAVE! Get out of our neighbourhood."
Typical. Adults never listen to kids. Mitchell did and now look at the mess I had gotten him into! I turned to hug Mitchell, trying to hide from all the hate. He lent down to whisper something but before he could someone grabbed me away from Mitchell and pushed me into the crowd. I was getting roughly pushed around by all the bodies and started to freak out. I couldn't find my way out! No one took any notice of me. They just kept shouting horrible, horrible things at Mitchell.
I was finally able to make my way out. I just stood there, watching all the people shout at Mitchell. Shouting threats and abuse at him. I hadn't notcied but it was raining now. Pouring actually. It seemed that God was watching the event and just started to cry. Don't start thinking I am some crazy Christian freak (no offence!), but I do believe there is some sort of God. I was so distracted with my own thoughts that I mustn't have heard my Mum shouting at me. I turned towards her but when I turned, I saw lights coming straight at me.
"NO! Layla!"
