Short Stories

Chapter 7 - I Like Reading, Okay?

Chapter 7
I Like Reading, Okay?

I work at a library that no one comes to. The library is a pretty old one and they just rebuilt a newer model on the other side of town. Plus the fact that a bar stood across from this library made it look scary. Honestly, the whole neighborhood looks scary too. The library has been pretty much abandoned and only an elderly woman works there. I'm also guessing since that this part of town isn't so popular that the bar is abandoned. I mean people might still come there but only a few.

When we walk in the bar, together this time, we don't even see anyone. Not even Casey. I glance at Izzy. We take note that they're no poles. No strippers. We split up and explore the place, careful of keeping our heads down and away from the cameras just in case we walked straight into a gangs nest. I was only little when I first heard about Bloodlust and I'm frighted on what they're capable of.

I've done so many things I could never come back from but I've never killed anyone. This gang has. It's a ruthless gang that thrives on blood. It lusts for blood to keep its dark ties in illegal productions safe and secured. Hence it's name; Bloodlust. I wouldn't want to come face to face with it.

I walk over to the bathroom, expecting to find nothing, but then the door swings open and Casey pops out. Along with an older blonde haired woman. I hide behind the door, hoping that they don't look back and see me.

Casey speaks first. "We should just sell the bar, mom. No one comes here anymore."

"I'm not selling your dads bar. Can't you get you're boyfriend to bring us more customers?"
Her face coils in disgust as I walk into the bathroom and shut the door. "I'm not using Jordan like that plus how could he bring you customers? Jordan's friends are to young to drink and nobody that would have a sense of mind would come to this dump. We can barely afford one bodyguard."

Jordan knows about this place. Wow, that's surprising. Usually on the movies the popular girl always tries to hide her real life from her school life. I guess this isn't the case. At least for Jordan.

"Then you should get a job to help us."

This definitely isn't the Bloodlust gang. Now I just have to find Izzy and get out of here. I bring out my phone and text her. No response. I text her again. A few minutes go by and she still doesn't answer. I don't know wether to take it as a good or bad sign but whatever it was I needed to find her. I open the bathroom door a crack. I hear Casey yell for her father but I don't see her. Or her mother anymore. I wait awhile before leaving the bathroom.
I walk away from the voices and toward the place I haven't inspected yet. I walk over to the bar, hoping to magically find Izzy. I see her laying on the floor unconscious. She hit her head on the counter of the bar and is bleeding. It does look to serious though. I kneel beside her. She's just to clumsy.

I shake her hard enough that she comes to.
Her hand instantly flies up to her head. She touches the wound. Blood comes off of it. "What happened?"

'You got knocked unconscious. Come on. We need to leave before they come back out.'

I help her get up and we move to the front door instead of the back. I unlock it and lock it back up once we're outside. Then we speed walk to the library. We rest near the books for awhile. Luckily, Mrs. Lewy hasn't caught us yet for leaving the library.

Paris Lewy is my boss but she's fairly old. She barely pays attention to me when I'm working anyway.

"I heard Casey's father so I hid underneath the bar. When I got up I hit my head really hard. I thought I was fine but I guess not." I hadn't realized that she got a tissue from her purse and wiped the blood away.

'Should we bring you to the house and let Martha look at you?' We have our own personal doctor.

"No. I always hit my head but I've never gotten a concussion before."

I roll my eyes. She has no regard for living healthy and asking for help. 'I'm taking you home, Izzy.'

I take a notecard from my desk and write "I'm taking an early leave again." Mrs. Lewy will understand.

I stick it to my desk and leave. I force Izzy in the car and we drive home.

"She doesn't have a concussion." Martha tells us after she's done examining and patching Izzy up. "This time."

I hug Martha. "Thank you, I appreciate it."
She nods and exits the room. We are currently in Izzy's bedroom.

I turn to Iz and sigh. "We aren't going back in that bar. Casey isn't apart of Bloodlust anyway. This town is safe, Izzy."

"Okay, okay. I don't want to go back there either. I was wrong about Casey. I guess she's just truly a bimbo with no ties to the Bloodlust gang."

I smile to myself, remembering the time I also called her a bimbo but was told she was a Regina George. But then I told Dylan she was one of the Jenner's. Those good times were gone though.

I change the subject. 'Wanna play pool?"
She beams. "Sure."

After time passes and it suddenly gets to be nine. I get ready for bed. Tomorrow will be Thursday and then Friday. Then the weekend and I won't have to deal with the Besher brothers for two days. In those days I get to wish Izzy good luck at her college.

Once I'm ready I kiss goodnight to my family and set my alarm. I crawl into bed, get comfortable and fall fast asleep in seconds.

My alarm clock wakes me up at 7:10. I take a shower, get dressed, make my smoothing and eat a blueberry muffin with a banana and a water. I don't like my housemaids making breakfast for me.

Izzy is still sleeping and my mom has already gone to work. I look at the time and it's 7:47. Perfect.

I grab three granola bars (because I'm still hungry) and walk out the door. I timed when I was getting to school perfectly. I didn't want to get to school early again so I thought I'd get to school late today. This time I won't have to see the popular group again aka the Beshers and their crew. Today I'm walking to school. I have my permit but I can't drive without an adult. By the time I walk in the schools doors it's 8:03. I have no trouble with grabbing my school supplies and heading to my first class.
I don't see any of the popular kids. School goes by and study hall comes again. Like last time I forge a pass but I make it out for the library.
I read in the library. The whole time. I chose the library because I love to read and I assume that the populars would never step foot in here. I was right. I didn't see anyone at all come in the library except for the librarian.

Then study hall ends. Then the last hour of the day comes around. My English class. I hope Dylan doesn't ruin it. As I walk into English I saw seating arrangements. Dylan and I don't sit together anymore.

I'm glad but then class ends and Dylan comes up to me. I instantly speed walk away from him but he follows my strides easily. I get to my locker as he's still trying to apologize about Casey. I figured that Dylan shouldn't really be the one apologizing.

I swing my backpack on my shoulders and move to leave Dylan but he catches me by the arm. "Wait. At least let me give you a ride home."

I don't look at him, I don't respond to him, I simply walk out of the school. He doesn't catch up to me this time. He lets me go.