The Wounds That Don't Heal

Chapter 1

Welcome to The Wounds That Don't Heal. This story will premiere some mature themes including: curse words, sex, drugs and violence. If you are sensitive to any of these things and or the depiction of a shooting this story isn't for you. I will also put warnings for any graphic sex, drug use or violent moments at the beginning of the chapter. Please keep in mind that I am not a professional so if there are typos or anything that may not make sense just let me know so I can fix it. If you choose to keep reading, enjoy and don't be afraid to leave any comments or questions.
-eabel1499

Toni:
"Here he comes," Rosy says looking pointedly at the main entrance. I close my locker and turn to see-

"Dante," I find myself saying aloud. When his gaze meets mine he smirks and walks over.

"Toniella," He says sounding way too amused to see me. I roll my eyes.

"Was it hard climbing out of the miserable hole you were living in?" I ask with a mock innocent smile. He nods standing so close I can smell his hair conditioner.

"I bet it was harder getting down from that tower, princess." Oh, it's on.

"I took a leap of faith and landed in the arms of my new boyfriend."

"Someone's dating you? Does he need thicker glasses?" This game we play is the same one we play everyday. Just some bad mouthing until we get to class.

"Says the guy dating the Grinch's only daughter," I shoot back finally. I saw him kissing a girl with green hair yesterday.

"Not dating. Fucking. And trust me, she's a mean one. If you know what I mean," He says flashing that cheeky grin. I shove him and walk into the classroom. I feel him come in behind me with a scowl. We'll definitely be finishing this one at lunch.

Dante:
I sit on the table glaring at Toni because I know she'll turn around and when she does I wanna be ready. Her reddish hair is straightened and tied up in a high pony tail making me miss her natural curls. Ignoring my annoying ass friends, I go over to Veronica. She flirts me up while I eavesdrop on Toni's asshat of a boyfriend.

"I can't believe you're dating Toni. She looks like someone slapped the black off her," some guy says. I clench my fist waiting for someone to defend her.

"Yeah but she has a real nice ass. Plus I can probably get her to suck me off," her boyfriend says shrugging. That's it. No one talks crap about her if I can help it. 

Toni:
Just like everyone else I get up to watch the fight. I see Nate on the floor holding his nose and one of his friends on the floor in fetal position, crying. Dante's smiling like he's daring more guys to come at him.

"Did you seriously hit my boyfriend?" I yell pushing through the crowd to stand in front of him.

"I should've done worse for all the shit he was talking," he says tapping him with the toe of his sneaker. I huff helping Nate up and off the floor.

"Don't- Toni come on. You deserve way better than him! He's a tool!" Dante yells after me as I shove the crowd back so we can go to the nurse.

"You don't even know him." He scoffs and shakes his head looking up at the ceiling like he always does when he gets really upset.

"I know he didn't defend you when his friends were laughing at you." I freeze. I push Nate so he walks on his own out of the cafeteria.

"Thanks for trying to do the right thing but you don't have to do stuff like this. Just leave it alone Dante."

Dante:
I can't believe she told me to leave it alone. They were acting like she chose to be born without melanin pigmentation. They were acting like she isn't the most beautiful girl in the world. She shouldn't have to defend her blackness because that'll always be apart of her no matter how dark or how light she is. I pull my notebook out of my bag and busy myself throughout detention. When I just about run out of things to draw I see Toni walk into the room holding a detention slip. She doesn't deserve to be in here. Mr. Doyle snatches the slip and gets out of his chair looking a little- sick.

"We're going to a different classroom. This one's stuffy," he says ushering us both out of the room. We sit across the room from each other in this classroom, she won't look at me and I can't stop looking at her. Mr. Doyle leaves the room and I draw her for the millionth time. Her perfect nose, her icy blue eyes, her reddish hair, those plump lips that probably feel as soft as they look-

"I really do appreciate you defending me," She says keeping her voice low.

"Toni-" BANG. We both drop to the floor. I know I'll never forget this feeling. Fear. Stronger than ever.