Shattered Smiles (A Choni Story)

Chapter 2

Mentions of abuse
Toni's POV
"What?!"
What does Kevin mean they think Penelope is behind this?
"What do you mean 'what'?" Kevin asked raising an eyebrow.
"Why do they think Penelope is behind all of this?" I asked. I was confused as to what Betty was thinking. I mean Penelope was a homophobic and she was never liked the Serpents but how could she be behind her daughter being missing?
"Well, Betty found out that Penelope owns The Sisters of Quiet Mercy and that's the nunnery they want to check out. The figured since Penelope is so powerful she can easily cause her daughter to be missing without having police involved." Kevin explained.
"That petty bitch!" Veronica exclaimed, I could tell she was mad but nothing could beat my anger. I was livid.
"Ok, ok, I am fucking furious right now but that can wait. What's the plan? How do we save Cheryl?" I said, trying to be as calm as possible but my voice was cracking. I wanted to scream and cry and punch my locker all at once. I kept my composure, it wasn't worth embarrassing myself.
"You know what," I said, "text me the plan, I gotta go." I left quickly, ignoring Kevin and Veronica calling for me to come back.
I ran out of the school to my bike. I put my helmet on and sped off. As I was driving I remembered the first time Cheryl had to ride my bike. It was when we saw Love, Simon and I took her to Pop's after.
"Ok Bombshell, ready to go?"
"Yeah T.T. but I don't see your car, I only see a bike... oh dear God."
"Yep, but don't worry I'm a pretty good driver, not to toot my own horn."
"Oh. Hell. No. I am not getting on that death trap."
"Oh come on Cherry, don't be a baby. I'll give you my helmet and you can hold on to me. I promise it won't be that bad."
"Fine, but only if you pay for my milkshake at Pop's."
"Deal."
Soon I was at Thistle House. I moved in with Cheryl and gave my trailer to Sweet Pea who was crashing at Fangs' place because his Mom kicked him out again. I parked my bike and ran into the house. As soon as I got in I slammed the front door and ran upstairs. I went into mine and Cheryl's room and started kicking things over, yelling and punching the door. I couldn't help it, I was angry. Cheryl was missing, her mom was obviously behind it and I felt like it was my fault. I kicked the nightstand, knocking off a vase which broke on the floor. I punched a hole in the door and broke some other things. But then, then something fell and I happened to notice it. The other things that fell and broke I didn't care about but this was a picture of Cheryl I took on our first date. It was a framed picture of her sitting by Sweetwater River, I had planned a picnic for us and while she was watching the sunset I snuck behind her with my camera and took a picture of her with the orange sky in the background. I had stopped to catch my breath and noticed the now shattered frame containing my favorite picture, on the floor. I started to think of the mess I had just made and I knew Cheryl would understand what happened. She understood me and I understood her, knowing that she had a rough upbringing and that her parents were abusive. After all, I had witnessed her dad abusing her.
"Cheryl!? Cheryl!?" her dad was calling her, we were in her room hanging out and I could hear him coming up the stairs.
"Oh fuck... Toni this might sound strange but I need you to hide in my closet and don't say anything or move around."
I could sense the urgency in her voice so I did as told, not saying a word. I didn't argue with her because I didn't want to mess up the friendship we were just starting to develop. As I turned around in her closet trying to get at least a little bit comfortable, thinking I would be here for a while, I saw her lock her door. I didn't say anything, I just closed the closet door slightly so I could see what was happening outside. I heard her dad start pounding on her door and I was nervous for her.
"Cheryl Blossom open your fucking door right this second!"
Cheryl unlocked her door and ran to the other side of the room, by her closet. Her dad swung the door in and immediately started yelling, "Who the fuck is Toni!? I saw the contact on your phone!"
"Wh- What d-do you mean?" Cheryl stuttered. Cheryl Bombshell stuttering. I never thought I would see the day.
"Don't lie to me, Cheryl! Who is Toni!?"
"Toni's a boy from school."
"Oh so now my already embarrassment of a daughter is a slut?"
"No daddy, it's n-not like-like that. We're working on a project together."
"I can tell you are lying to me, Cheryl! Who is Toni really?!" Mr. Blossom yelled, getting more frustrated by the second.
"Toni is a friend of mine...she's a really good person that I became friends with her a little bit ago..."
"Oh so now your a dyke?!"
"What! No-no we're just friends. I learned to only like boys after what happened with Heather. Please don't hurt me."
"Should've thought about that before you decided to become a dyke." Cheryl's dad said as he punched her in the face and she fell to the floor, tears slipping down her face.
He started kicking her in the stomach over and over again. He slapped her and you could hear her heartbreaking sobs. Mr. Blossom punched her in the nose and I could see the blood gushing out. I decided enough was enough and I stepped out of the closet when he was about to hit her again.
"Get. The Hell. Off of her." I said loudly hoping to catch his attention. It worked and he turned around. I walked closer to him. He tried to punch me in the face but I blocked him and kicked him in the stomach. Once he doubled over in pain I punched him in his temple causing him to hit the floor hard. Before he could get up I kept punching him and soon enough he was knocked out cold. I was so angry with him and still was but I had to keep my composure and I ran over to Cheryl.
She was sat up in the corner of her room with her hands covering her face as she sobbed. She was shaking a lot.
"Please, please don't hurt me." She said through a chocked sob.
"Cheryl, it's Toni. I am not here to hurt you. Your dad is out cold. He won't be up anytime soon but I need you to move your hands so I can see your face." I said, trying to calm her down and crouching down so I'd be on her level.
She nodded and removed her hands from her face and looked down at the floor. Blood was still spewing from her nose.
"Cheryl can you pinch your nose while I go get you some tissues?"
She nodded slowly and moved her hand up to hold her nose. I got up and went to her bathroom. I walked back to Cheryl with a box tissues in my hand. She was holding her nose and crying a little less now.
I sat down in front of her and grabbed a tissue and removed her hand from her face. I could feel her trembling and it hurt my heart. I pinched her nose and started to wipe some of the blood away. Her bloody nose started to die down and her face was ,for the most part, cleaned up. I had sat by her holding her while she cried. I tried my hardest to comfort her. After 10 minutes I helped her up and simply told her,"We're going to my trailer, you can't stay here."
After thinking about that all I could do was cry. I needed to get Cheryl back, I didn't know what they were doing to her in conversion therapy. I was going, tonight, to get Cheryl back. I knew where she was, I just needed to find an entrance and figure out an escape route. I can go when the sun is starting to set and steak the place out.