Orphanage AU: Lams

Chapter 46: Broken

So, the chapter was super short, so I decided to combine it with the next chapter... Now it's kind of long...

WARNING: Warning: Violence, Thomas being a bitch, suicidal thoughts and suicide attempt.

---Alex's POV---

"You goddamn fucking bastard. It's your fault Sally left, and now you get all chummy with Jemmy, with, with James and you think I can't tell that was you?"

It was as clear as day that James did something and I suppose he assumed in direct correlation to my friendship with James. However, I couldn't see the day very clearly as a result of several punches to the head and a couple of drops of blood that dripped into my eye.

I concluded that getting beat up on the sidewalk was worse than within a household because singular, concrete factor of concrete.

"I am completely unaware of whatever you are talking about," I refuted fruitlessly and attempting to dodge equally unsuccessfully.

"Maybe you don't remember," Jeffershit snarled, causing me to contemplate exactly what tactic he was implementing. "After all, you seem to not remember plenty."

I managed to block, noting with considerable fear the way I was unable to fight back or run away. With Jefferson's anger at this level, I was either going to end up unconscious or in the Emergency Room. "I don't follow precisely what you're trying to get at," I puffed, nevertheless maintaining my pride.

"Damn, and you think you're too fucking smart for us. You think you're too good, always acting like you got your shit together, but you're a hot fucking mess, right?" Did I really? Did I walk through this community with an air of superiority? Air of superiority? What? Maybe I did. Why was I so uptight? Was I so posh that I wasn't even capable of thinking like an average person? Capable? Average? ... Jeffershit wasn't right, was he?

I struggled to pull myself together, tugging up my pants and pulling down the bloodied hem of my shirt before dodging another blow. Always acting like you got your shit together... "I think of myself as equivalent to every other person here. Except for you, Jeffershit."

Jefferson let out a growl of anger that I could practically feel reverberate in my head. "Well that's pretty fucked up because I'm better than you. Let's face it. I'm not some weird geek who thinks that academics is their validation. I'm not desperately in love with some green eyed bitch who'll never like me back."

When Jeffershit charged at me, probably an attempt to knee me in the groin, I tripped him, sending him sprawling on the ground. "Don't call John a bitch."

He jumped up, eyes blazing, a fat scrape down the side of his face. I hoped he tasted the same salty blood that I was, easily separable from the sweat. I expected him to lash out again, but he just laughed.

"Man, you are way gone. It's like you don't even realize that the fucker's never gonna want someone like you. The only reason he even tolerates you is because you're an orphan immigrant bastard and he pities you." I felt the heat creep up my neck and the tears seep through my closed eyes, soaking my dark eyelashes.

I knew they were making shaking lines of clean through the dust of the concrete, the sheen of sweat, and the trickles of blood that smeared across my cheeks.

"-Or have you not told him that yet?" The question slammed into me like a solid brick of the heaviest clay. He must've seen the impact displayed on my face because he continued, "Wow, Alexander Hamilf*g, I didn't know you were such a deceitful person. Wow. Okay. Give me a moment- ooh, what a shock."