playdead

Chapter Thirty

"GET BACK HERE, YOU BITCH!"

Breezy ran as fast as she could, making sure she didn't slip on the ice and snow on the sidewalk.

Breezy had seen Cameron and Patrick Hothstetter smoking cigarettes near the end of Wet Fish, where you would walk to school. She thought it would be the smartest idea to get a snowball with little pebbles in it and to throw it at the twins. They obviously fought back by throwing almost needle sharpened rocks in snowballs, scratching Breezy's leg.

Now at this time, Simon has already left to go to the school early. Breezy said he'd meet him there. But she'll probably not.

Now she was running out of Wet Fish and going behind the school, hopefully being able to jump the fence near there.

"WE'RE CATCHING UP TO YOU, DUMB BROAD!" Cameron shouted angrily.

Breezy didn't want to look behind, knowing full well that Cameron was probably right.

Breezy went up a muddy hill, and saw a fence. She grabbed a hold of it and climbed into an area behind the school. It had two trash bins and trash bags.

There was a metal door next to a bin, and when Breezy tried opening it, it wouldn't budge. At all.

Say your prayers, Penelope.

Cameron and Patrick clumsily climbed the fence and landed onto the snow below.

Breezy backed into the corner of the area.

"You killed my girlfriend. You bitch." Patrick snarled. His anger in his voice sent chills up Breezy's spine.

Patrick reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a butterfly knife. The two got closer and closer to Breezy, until she could smell the stench of trailer park trash and hillbilly vomit.

Cameron's hand reached for Breezy's left thigh. He had a toothy grin, knowing that he was probably going to rape her before Patrick killed her.

Breezy started panicking. More and more, did the blade Patrick was holding began to shine.

Suddenly, Breezy's heart began again. Her thoughts cleared more. She had a sudden and massive burst of adrenaline. Her heart started beating hard.

Breezy punched Patrick as hard as she could in the groin. He crouched down, groaning in pain, as Cameron swooped in and grappled Breezy's arm.

"APOLOGIZE!" Cameron screamed directly into Breezy's ear. He threw her down, ready to pounce Breezy with his lust-induced anger.

Breezy kicked Cameron in the groin as well, joining his brother in pain. She snatched the butterfly knife and backed away from the two.

"You...are dead. Do you understand? Everyone you know, especially those piece-of-shit "friends" of yours, is going to die. They'll burn in hell. Just like you." Patrick said.

"Yeah? Well I'll see you down there." Breezy said. She was mentally preparing for one of them to try and attack her. Apparently, being hit in the testicles was painful, as both Patrick and Cameron haven't recovered yet.

"You know that little boyfriend of yours? Yeah, he's fucking that little brunette in your friend group." Patrick said.

Breezy paused. She gripped the knife harder.

"That's not true. You're lying. You're fucking lying, aren't you?" Breezy questioned.

"Nope. Saw them yesterday. He was enjoying it. They kissed. They're in love. Something you're never going to get." Patrick continued.

"You're...you're trying to get in my head. He's MINE. No one, and I fucking mean no one, is going to take him from me." Breezy growled.

"Oh yeah? Tell that to the brunette he's dating." Patrick said.

Breezy snapped.

She screamed, dashing right at Patrick and stabbed his face, between his left eye and his nose.

"AUGHHHH!!!" Patrick screamed in agony. Cameron quickly tried aiding his brother, not knowing what to do.

Breezy tried wiping the blood off her sleeve, but gave up. She hopped the fence again, took off her sweater, shoved it in her backpack, and wore a black tank top to school.

She entered right as passing time started. How convenient.

Breezy was breathing heavily. Not out of tiredness, but out of anger. She was most likely going to be arrested. But she didn't care. As long as that fucking idiot died.

Some people stared at Breezy. It didn't matter.

Breezy walked to the 300's hall, where all the 300 lockers and classes were. She went over to 322, and saw Simon closing his locker.

She stomped over to him. Simon grabbed his books and turned around, almost jumping seeing Breezy appear behind him.

"Oh. Uh...hey, Bre-" Simon was saying. Breezy pinned him against the locker and kissed the everliving shit out of him. Who cares if they watched. Simon was hers.

When Breezy stopped, Simon looked at her with widened eyes.

"Way to...announce your presence." Simon said.

"You didn't fuck Belle, did you?" Breezy asked, still angry.

"What? Why...no, Bree, why in hell would I do that?" Simon said.

"Good." Breezy said.

Breezy backed away from Simon and hurried to her first class of the day.

Simon was hers.