Lust and Wrath

Chapter 12

Scott's Point of View-

Daniel finally left the bathroom, leaving me the note containing his phone number. I didn't want to show my face back in class again, because everyone would have seen my face covered with tears. Whatever.

I stand up, and stuff the paper in my back pocket, and go over to the mirror. My eyes look so sleep-deprived, and I still had dry blood on my wrist from that cut I made hours ago.

I washed my face in the sink, and then dried myself off with a paper towel, it wasn't until then that I heard the door open once again. Either it was Daniel, or he just didn't lock the door, which meant I'm screwed.

A girl walks in, and I recognize her for literally being in almost all of my classes.

"Brianna," I said, staring at her slutty face straight in the eyes.

"Scott," she pit her hand on the hip, and the tardy bell rang. "What are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be in class?" I asked.

"I think I should be the one to ask you that, and what were you doing in here with Daniel?"

Fuck, did Daniel seriously go and tell on me now? "None of your business," I said, walking towards the door. I can't stand being around her slutty body any longer. She grabs my shoulder, just as I'm about to leave.

"I'm not done talking to you," she said.

I looked at her, with the same glare I gave Daniel in the beginning. "What the fuck do you want then?"

She smiled, "Stay away from Daniel, he's mine," she shocked me there.

What the hell, Daniel doesn't deserve a slutty bitch like her, in fact, he deserves a good boyfriend, like me, maybe, I guess.

"And how do you know he's straight?" I asked. "I don't know, you tell me," her voiced raised in pitch.

She's right, I don't know if he's straight or not, I always assumed he was gay because no straight guy would just let me rape them and get away with it.

"Just back off, you're way out of your league. We both know you have a reputation at this school, and if you don't want it to get more worse than it already is, then I'd suggest you stop talking to him. You have no friends at all, and nobody here will ever like you. Of course he's straight, why wouldn't he be, didn't you see how he was flirting with me on the first day. And his French accent is so sexy that it makes me want to kiss him all over."

I'm beyond pissed now. I know that what some of what she says is possibly a lie, but right now she's just doing this to get me angry. "You wanted to get me fucking, well great! Now you fucking did!"

I break free from her weak grip, and storm outside. Nobody else is outside, perfect. I storm to my car in the front of the school, and I don't hesitate on getting in and turning it on. Before I know it, I'm already out and on the road before school ended.

...

Every second on the way home, I've been thinking about calling him, maybe what she said was all some stupid lie. Daniel wants to help me, right? I know I was pushing him away before but he still wouldn't give up right. He wasn't really flirting with Brianna... Was he?

By the time I stop at my driveway, it's already evening.

I don't see that stupid rental car there, they must be out, or they finally sold it and got a real car for fucks sake. I shake my head once again, and get out my car, entering my house. There I see my fatass dad sitting on the couch eating a big bag of chips. I drop my stuff, and he is startled, dropping a few chips on the ground.

I stare at him disappointingly.

"Oh, son, you're home," he tries to sound normal.

"No shit," I say, going into my room. Before I close it, he says one last thing, "Son, please, can we just sit down and talk about it?"

"Fuck off!" I shout out through my voice, slamming and locking my door. He just wants to explain to me what happened the year before I came here, and plead to me. Well no, I'm not letting him do that shit to me. Fuck.

I throw my shit on the ground, and slip off my boots, jumping in my bed again. If any time would be the time, now would be the time to call Daniel. Brianna is a little bitch trying to play her mind games on me, but that's not happening.

I slip the note he gave me out of my back pocket, and I take out my phone to call the number.

Six rings, no answer, went straight to voicemail. Why isn't he answering?

I tried calling again, but no answer again. I don't want to sound desperate, but I'd really like it if I could talk to somebody right now. I texted him,

"Hey, it's me, Scott. Call me pls?"

I waited for a fee minutes, hoping he'd text back, but he didn't. Maybe I'm just rushing things too much.

I text in Facebook for s while to try and pass the time to distract myself, but it doesn't work. Before I even know it, I'm in tears, and holding the pocket knife above my wrist, ready to punish myself again.

Ready to introduce more pain and suffering into my world. The blade then slowly touches my skin. It feels cold, and sharp. I'm about to slit, when I hear my phone vibrate.

I throw the knife to my counter, and grab it from my bed.

New message from Daniel Dennison. I saved his number in my contacts earlier. Finally, he responded, for a second there, I thought he forgot all about me.

"Fuck you, I'm done with you. You can handle all of your problems on your own now,"

Even though I've barely only let him into my life, him saying that he's done with me feels so... Heartbreaking.

My heart is broken, and it all feels so familiar.