Wickedness Of A Child (Emison)

17

The Next Day

[E]

Gravity from the water hit against me like a wave. It had power, encourage. Something I had a lack of today. I knew the coach was watching me and I had to keep up the tempo. From a long distance I saw the finish line and the closer it got, the more powerful I felt. I firmly pressed my palm against the tile wall and went up to the surface.

''Not bad, Fields.'' Coach Jensen praised me while applauding. ''The record is 29,6 seconds. If you push yourself just a little more then I'm sure you'll beat it.''

''What time did I finish in now?'' I breathlessly asked her.

Coach checked her timer. ''30,2. It's not much, but could be enough to lose the chance of winning the championship.'' Jensen sat down by the pool edge. ''But it's not only up to you. You have a whole team by your side and they need to do a great job too, otherwise your achievement will be without the results I know you wish for in two weeks.''

I wiped away the water that ran down my field of vision and kept gasping for air. I'm not one hundred percent charged for the championship yet. ''I'll do my best, coach.''

''I know you will.'' Jensen smiled genuinely and patted my shoulder. ''Don't forget that the pool is closing in an hour.'' She stood up and walked away with her flip flops striking the floor. That sound is very common around pool areas, but I still can't learn to ignore it. My ears still hurt, even after seven years.

I had already decided to go for another round in the pool before it closed, but without any timer stressing me out this time. I stretched my neck and shoulders before I forcefully kicked my feet against the tile wall and disappeared under the surface again. This time it felt liberating to feel my muscles tighten as I pushed further.

One round goes by fast, and as I once again pressed my palm against the wall after I had finished the last lap and got up to the surface to breath, someone got a hard grip on my shoulders and pressed me back down. Fortunately I had enough time to inhale some air before I ended up underneath the surface again. I dived down enough for the hands to lose their grip and then got back up a little further away from the pool edge. ''What the fuck??'' I shouted once I had collected my breath again.

''Are you afraid of the water, Emily? Must be tough for a swimmer.''

I stared shockingly at the random girl who was leaning forward by the edge and had a very intense and creepy look in her eyes. Then I recognized her. It was the same girl who tied me up to those piles and tortured me with water that night about two months ago.

''What do you want?''

She stood up straight. ''I want you to get kicked off the swim team. It's not a place for losers like you.''

''Losers like me?'' I chuckled and swam to the ladder and climbed up. ''Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately? Even the ghosts in horror movies would quit their job if they saw your face.''

The girl marched up to me and pressed me backwards until my back hit the cold wall. I winced in pain and felt how my left arm began to hurt. ''Say that again.'' She challenged me.

But I kept quiet. I reminded myself that trouble was the last thing I wanted, but I was also tired of people treating me like shit.

''I thought so.'' She mumbled and spat on the floor. Her attention got stuck in the south direction until an evil grin crossed her ugly face. ''Nice. I thought I was the only one.''

''What do you mean?'' I questioned.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed me in between my legs, which caused me to gasp. ''It's a nice package you've got there. Not as nice as mine, but close by.''

Since she had let go of me with one hand, I had a good chance of turning the tables. I slapped away her other hand and roughly pushed her in the chest hard enough so she lost her balance and fell into the pool behind her. I swept my towel across my shoulders and walked up to the edge. ''Don't you fucking come near me again, you disgusting piece of shit.'' I said and spat right in her face.

''You're dead, Emily! You hear me?? Dead!!'' The girl screamed behind me as I walked out to the locker room. I'm sure I'll have to face that monster in the box one day. I'd do it with pleasure.

I changed into my school uniform and left the sports facility in a hurry. I can handle that girl, but I also know that she has a lot of people on her side. Pictures of that night keeps appearing in my head, and they were at least fifteen people. I'm scared they might try something else.

I never thought I'd admit that I'm scared, but I am.

I'm also surprised that I'm not the only one born Intersex at Jefferson's. I thought I was. Not that it matters to me if she has a dick or not. If I'm ever touching it, it'd be because I'm about to cut it in half.

I rushed into my dorm room and closed the door with a bang. It caused Spencer to fall off the bed and end up with her torso on the floor and legs dangling in the air.

''Wow, thanks for that.'' Spencer muttered and rubbed the back of her head.

The gym bag I was carrying got thrown on the floor as I recklessly sat down on my bed. ''Who is that self-absorbed girl that keeps torturing me??'' I blurted out.

Spencer just stared at me like a question mark. ''Who?''

Fuck. I forgot that Spencer doesn't know about what happened that night. I haven't told anyone about it. The only person that knows about it, aside from me, is.. Alison. But I can't go to her. She wanted to be left alone.

Speaking of Alison. She doesn't even serve me in the canteen anymore. I know she avoids me. It's clear as water. But I fail to see how two months away from Jefferson's could turn her into such a cold hearted person. I'm sure it's just a facade, but she doesn't really work hard to prove me wrong.

Sadly, it is not the first time I fall for someone that treats me like this. My ex Maya did the same before we broke up about two years ago. The only difference between the situation with Alison and the situation with Maya is that I still love Alison even though she doesn't want anything to do with me. My feelings for Maya faded before we even broke up.

''Emily??'' Spencer shouted in my face and snapped her finger. ''Get back to earth. Who are you talking about?''

''Uh..'' I faced the floor. ''No one. I don't why I said that. I'm just stressed about the championship coming up.'' I lied.

Spencer's face softened, and she sat down by my side. ''Don't be worried about the championship, Emily. You're so damn good, and it's time for everyone else to see that. Don't doubt yourself. Just face every enemy of yours by showing them how much better you are! You are the winner, Em!''

I just stared at her impressively. ''Wow. That turned out really good, Spence.''

''Thanks.'' Spencer proudly replied. ''Now if you don't mind. I'm sleeping in Aria's dorm room tonight.'' She grinned widely.

I made a disgusted grimace and waved her off. ''I don't want to know.''

''Whatever. I'll see you in the morning.'' Spencer happily said and leaped out of the room like a rabbit.

I'm happy for Spencer, I really am. But sometimes her love life makes me feel so fucking lonely. I wish Alison could stop focusing so much on the rules and focus more on her feelings. We haven't got caught yet, and we won't either.

I walked up to my drawer and took out my phone. Since I'm alone tonight, then no one will notice. I pressed the image icon and scrolled through my pictures. Once I found the one I was searching for I opened it up and felt how the corner of my lips twitched upwards.

It's a picture from Alison's Instagram where she's standing by an open window without any clothes on. Her perfect curves and ass were the only thing you saw. This picture is nothing combined to reality. In real life, when you're able to touch those parts of her, you forget about everything else going on in the world.

Just like I forget about every problem in my life every time I think of her.