Liar, Liar

Chapter Eight - Constipated Killers & Lies

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The little girl ran around the green field filled with yellow daisies. Her mother watched, an elated smile on her face.

"Andrea, baby, slow down or you'll fall." The girl's grin just widened as she started into a skip.

"I won't fall mummy! Nobody can make me fall!" The girl laughed and pulled lightly on her now messy pigtails. She then plopped herself down in the grass a few feet away from her mum.

Andrea's mother raised a delicate eyebrow, slowly crawling to where her daughter had her back to her. "Andy..." Slowly, Andrea turned and when she saw that her mother was just behind her, she squealed in fear.

"Mummy! Don't sneak up on me." Andrea stood up and placed her little hands on her hips. "I'm older now, you might give me a heart attack!"

Andy's mother smirked, "You're four, Andrea."

When the little girl pouted, her mother pulled Andy into her lap and laughed when she saw her daughter's expression of utter shock. When she was calm, she stared down at the child in her arms lovingly; kissing her forehead.

Andy giggled, then quickly turned serious,"Mummy I don't wanna go back to daddy. His a meanie poo. And he scares me."

The woman stiffened, playing with her daughter's tiny fingers.

"Do you think daddy can make me fall?"

"Of course not, baby. Remember? No one can make you fall."

Andy nodded, "Mummy?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you sing to me?" The joy was back in her daughter's voice at the mention of her singing, so of course, she did as her daughter asked.

"May god bless and keep you always, may your wishes all come true -"

"Stop daydreaming. You look kinda constipated."

I look over to see James staring at me with a half horrified, half amused expression plasted on his face.

"I mean, I don't wanna offend you or anything, but you sort of look like a serial killer."

Just as I was about to snap a smart remark back, my English teacher walked in. I internally groaned and faced the front, ready to pay attention.

Obviously James was in an annoying mood and wasn't going to let that happen.

"So, like, a constipated serial killer." In my peripheral vision, I saw that James still had a grin on his face. "I wonder if there's a movie about that..."

I tapped my pen lightly on the table, doing my best to ignore the infuriating guy next to me.

"Oooh, that'd be a good movie. Actually, it'd probably be quite shit." He chuckled to himself quietly. "Get it? Shit? Because, like, his constipated?"

My leg started bouncing under the table, another sign of my annoyance. But nope, this moron thought he'd keep going.

"Y'know, back in Brazil, we didn't have toilets..." I watch him scrunch up his nose in disgust. "Actually, that was a lie. We do. Plus, I've only been back to Brazil twice.

"Where are you from? I mean, you look a litte French. But you don't speak it." He was grinning again. "Wait, do you? Bonjour, Madam."

He laughed again, causing me to look at him, annoyed. "I'm not French, you fu-"

"Miss Owens, would you like to share with the class what you're chating about?" The teacher interrupted, her lips in a thin line. James leaned back and looked at me, his biceps bulging from under his shirt as he folded his arms infront of him, a smirk on his face.

"No ma'am. Sorry." I sighed, defeated. The teacher continued writing on the board, blabbing about some unimportant shit.

After five minutes of silence, I heard James' voice cut through the air.

"No, Andrea, I will not bang you after school on the principal's desk! Stop asking me to." He then got up and moved three rows down from me, not once looking back. I could feel my face getting warm, and I cussed at James a million and one times inside my head, but before I could say any of them my goddamn teacher called me out.

"Please stay in this room after the lesson, miss Owens." And then turned her back, once again continuing the lesson.

*~*~*

"That bastard. I will kill him." I said to Colton on our way home in his car. "I will cut him up, and then feed him to my dogs."

"Well jokes on you, 'cause you don't have dogs." Colton smirked.

"Shut up." I grumbled, looking out the window. "I thought you were on my side. You're suppose to hate James Davidson, remember?"

Colton's smirk slid off his face when we came to a stop outside my house. He turned to me and sighed, "Andy, I don't like you living with him. Its not safe, and I've been worried for the last week."

"Col, you don't need to worry about me, I'm a big girl now." I tried to lighten the mood. I proceeded to sing big girls don't cry.

"Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking," he quoted Sia. I chuckled slightly but then stopped once I realised he wasn't going to drop the topic. "Again, I'm worried. I can't stand seeing you wince every time you stand on your foot wrong. Please, just come live with me."

"I can't do that to your mum," I said weakly. He raised an eyebrow knowingly and I looked down. "Okay, so your mum won't mind, but I can't leave my dad."

Colton looked at me incredulously, "Are you serious? Why not? His a jackass! His hurt you so much, Andy, and you don't wanna leave him?"

"You don't understand, Colton. He doesn't mean it. His just not himself right now." As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew how pathetic that sounded. "Listen, just... How about we leave it for now. I promise we'll get back to the topic. Just not now."

Colton hesitated before agreeing, "Only for a while, Andy."

I nodded, opening the door to the car and hopping out. "Well his not home right now so I guess I won't be hurt tomorrow," I forced a smile, closing the door. Just when I was about to turn around, Colton wound down the car window.

"Andy, one question." I nodded and he went on, asking the one thing I was absolutely dreading. "It wasn't a robber that killed your mum, was it?" He was asking, but I knew he already knew the answer. I looked down and shook my head, suddenly feeling ashamed and the urge to cry was getting stronger.

"No. No, it wasn't."