unhappy endings.

Chapter 11.

Camille:

"You have the right to remain silent. Any thing you say can and will be used against you in the court of law."

"But officer, I did nothing wrong. He is the one that's supposed to go to jail. Get this things off me this instant!" I demanded but it fell in deaf ears. Great. Mom will not be happy when she finds out about this.

" Ma'am can you stay still? You will give your statement at the police station. Now get in the car or I will make you."

"You now what? Fine I will. But make sure that bastard goes too." I said through gritted teeth.

"Officer! I am a witness as well as a victim. May I give my statement?" Says Becky from somewhere. I can't see her.

" Yes ma'am. You can head down to the station with Mr Louise. " and with that he got into the the car and zoomed off.

Now you must be wandering, what am I doing at the back of a police car handcuffed? I will answer your question.

An hour or so ago.

We went to Becky's house. Luckily her parents weren't home. I was completely livid.

As soon as we got to her front lawn, I dashed across the street. Ignoring Becky' s plea for me to stop, I knock on the asshole' s door.

Ladies and gentlemen, be prepared to hear the most awful words.

Finally the door  opens. And surprise surprise, the fucker himself answers the door. Ah. Must be my lucky day .

"Uhm may I help you?" Asks Gary.

"Can you step outside for a second? That would help alot." I ask with another sweet smile.

The pussy smirks. He fucking smirks. Well, he just put himself in more danger. Adios boy.

" Right. I figured it would take you some time to come around . I was hoping it would be your friend but you would do." I laughed at that. He looked at me confused for a moment.

" Oh how naive of you small one. No. I came here to ask you one simple question. And it would be in your best interest not to lie when answering. Got it? One lie from you and you might taste your own blood." I smiled but it was as fake as one could tell.

" Look , if you're threatening me , I will call the cops. " he said. I think he was shaking a bit. Ha.

" No no. It's not a threat if I really do it. Now on to the question. Have you been phoning my friend, then not talk and try to scare her or something?" I ask.

"I don't kn-know wh-what y-ou're talking a-a-about." He stuttered when he saw me putting on my brasse knuckles .

" tsk. Now what did I say about lying huh?" I rhetorically ask . Then I smile.

"Look. It wa-was just to-to sc-scare her. I swear it mmm-meant no-nothing." I just laughed.

He seemed to straighten up a bit seeing as he was still alive. My guess is that he thought my "threat"- as he said - was empty. Stupid boy.

"Well, I sure think her tits look great without a bra. Yeah I peeped. Whatcha gonna do about it?" He said smugly. Wrong words bitch.

At that I pounced on him.

"You-punch- fucking - punch - idiot- kick. I -kick- fucking kill you!-kick, kick , punch, punch-. You fucking pervert. I will fuck you up you motherfucker. Fucking piece of fucking shit . You will bloody die you bitch. Puta . Fucktard!" I screamed while  punching and kicking him repeatedly.  I was so focused on hurting him that I didn't notice the neighbours try to pull me off or hear the police siren coming closer.

Just as I was about to deliver more punches I was suddenly lifted by two police officers. I tried ripping myself  free from them but to no avail. After a while I gave up. I even had tears running down my face . I can't believe I did that. I think he was unconscious. Damn. Serves him right though ..

And that is how it happened. After I statements were taken, mom came to get us both. And boy was she mad.

" Camille Roxanne Foster! What the actual fuck is your problem?" Great. She used my name. Boy am I in trouble.

"Mom! Don't make me the bad guy . He was wrong. He harassed Becky! He peeped at her. Then made a comment regarding me. Do you not see the issue here?" I ask.

" Don't I see the issue here?! Of course I see it. You bloody sent a kid to the fucking hospital! How the hell do you expect me to side with you?! I fucking raised you better than this. You were supposed to report it! Not take the law into your own fucking hands.  How dare you do that? Poor Becky is grounded. Do you see all the trouble you caused?! All because you think you're all mighty. Well guess what?! You're just like your fucking father."

" Oh I'm like father?! Did you really just say that? Don't ever talk to me again. I hate you. I hate you so much. I will never be like him. Never!" I cried out. I stood up to go to my room when her last comment hit me.

" Well you're sure acting like him!" With that I slammed my door shut.

I can't believe it. I can't believe that she thinks of me like I'm the same as that - that man. I am nothing like him. Nor will i ever be. Or am I?

I start crying and throwing anything I can reach.

I head to the bathroom to do something I haven't done in a while.

I look for the blade in the cabinet. After finding it I sit on the floor and cry more. I pull the hoodie back and start cutting. This is home. This feeling. I missed it . As psychotic as it sounds it brings me peace. Each cut makes me feel better. I feel as if the sting takes away each memory.

After a while I fall into darkness.