Too young to notice

Say What?

Biting my tongue I closed my eyes as my grip on her grew tighter and started to strangle Mama. As quickly as it started she flung open the door so hard it smacked the side of the wall.

There it was. I could never take back what I saw. My Papa whom I loved so much lied in his bed; with another girl.

Mama started to well up with salty tears and yelled, "MR CHARLIE NOAH FOSTER."

Out of the messy black sheets sat up my Papa; his short brown hair was tangled, he face was rough and looked evil. He yanked the covers up to his chest trying to deny that he wasn't wearing clothes.

The other women hid her face with her blonde and buried herself into the silky pillow, naked.

Mama walked fast over to the king bed and slapped Papa's mean face, "How could you do this you bastard!" She started to multiply punch him lightly, "You ruined everything!"

He groaned and gripped her arm stopping the pulsing blood. He yelled at her and jumped out of his bed. Letting go of her arm as he arrived at his ensuite; opening the door ever so quietly a gun was drawn.

Mama started to panicked and spat on the floor. Her hot breathe mumbled to me, "Get out of here."

Papa slowly walked out of the bathroom, fully naked showing all the details and all the skin, held the gun as if he was about to shoot.

Mama pushed me into the hall and we started to run. My heart felt so weak, but my anger made me sprint like I was a little kid. Small streaks of tears started to flow past my cheeks.

Papa shot one bullet. A loud thundering roar echoed and I quickly turned around. Mama was a bull coming 500km/h towards me. Blood started to drip from her toe as the black bullet sank into her skin. Papa shot again near my direction. How could he do this? to me, to Mama?

I grabbed Mama's arm and dragged her to the car. She was bursting out crying. Every teardrop that flowed from her beautiful face my anger built up.

Papa ran towards the garage as we were backing out. Angry desire was filled in his eyes as he rose the small gun and shot the windscreen. Mama drove faster, but I drew the finger directly towards his sick, unthinkable face.

Mama shook her head at me but sneered at Papa. Still naked, he jumped up and down and aimed to pee on our car. Mama's face was so shocked.

He didn't chase after us, just firing a few more bullets and started to scream, but laugh. His image slowly faded as we drove further away. I was covered in years and Mama wrapped her shattered arm around my small shoulder.

The police asked Mama to tell the story and then they tried to investigate the situation. I reminded Mama about her toe and we were sent in an ambulance to the hospital.

The blood smelt dry on her toe but I was still so worried. Why would Papa do that? It repeated, clogging my mind.

It turned out that he had been having an affair with this lady for 3 years! I never wanted to see him ever again. My world shut out on him all together.'

I cried a soft tear rushed down my face and I hugged myself tightly. "A month," I screamed and sunk into my warm falling asleep.

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I twisted my wrist opening my locker. I felt a gentle touch of a pixie like girl next to me who started to speak, "Are you the new girl?"

"Yes."

"Wow, cool pencil," She smiled hopefully at me, looking up at my sparkly pencil.

"Thank you," I closed my locker cuddling my books.

"No prob, I'm Tina!"

"Isabelle," We shook hands and started crossing over to our classes. The hall was so hot that the school called in an electrician to install air cons. Heaps of guys sprayed their aerosol cans over their sweaty bodies. Girls' make up was starting to melt. I was just glad that summer was over. But fall felt so warm.

"I like your hair," Tina broke the awkward silence.

"Haha, thanks," I pointed to her brown short hair, "Your hair is so neat."

She giggled to herself shyly.

My eyes were glued to the tiled floor. The English books were so heavy and my arms were tired as I sat down at my seat.

Josh turned around to whisper to Stuart, "Chloe is going to get a big surprise tonight. Remember we're gonna toilet paper her house!" The two boys high fived and deeply laughed like evil wizards.

Chloe gave them a look of, "what are you doing." She turned around to look at me as if I was the queen. Her left eye sneered at me and she quickly whipped her head facing the board.

I chewed my gum and started to taste the red blood. My mouth was gushing out more and more blood. I raised my hand slightly hopes that no one would notice and I rushed to the bathroom.

I spat out the hot blood in the shiny sink, feeling bad from turning it from a nice white sink to blood red. I stared at the clear mirror. I threw my head back swishing my hair and gave the mirror a sexy look. I gurgled and rinsed out my mouth, when the bell rang.

I could hear Chloe's high British voice echo from the door. I quickly dashed into one the toilets and hid. Shutting the door behind me was a mistake, the last person who used this toilet didn't flush. I pegged my nose with my fingers and tried to stay calm. I stood patiently peeking out the crack in the door.

"OMG, my hair is so messy!" Chloe complained to another British girl standing beside her, "Alyssa, do you have your hair brush with you?"

"Haha, bitch, this is mine, go fine your own," Alyssa started to brush her long blonde hair.

"Haha, tell me when your done," Chloe eventually spoke as she walked into one of the toilets.

I stared at Alyssa through the mirror. She watched her hair flow as her beady blue eyes were sparkling. She noticed that I was watching her through a crack and glared back like Madoosa. I just hoped I didn't turn into stone.

"Chloe hurry up in there."

"I'm bringing sexy back!" Chloe flung open the door making a pose. They both cracked up laughing and I held my breathe.

"Someone's been watching us," Alyssa whispered.

"Who?"

"Isabelle," she laughed deeply. Immediately they both turned to my door peeking through the crack. I hid behind the toilet praying they wouldn't notice me.

"Bitch," Chloe whispered and they both disappeared out the door. My heart was speeding like a motorbike, my hands felt sweaty like the jocks and I smelt like a turd.

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"Hey, want to sit with us?" Tina grabbed my hand dragging me across the hallway.

"Us?"

"Me and my boy friend and my other friend," she chuckled.