Chapter four

" Welcome home, boss," my stepmother mocked as she opened my car door, expecting it to make my spirit sink a little.

 

Without an iota of remorse, I stepped out, not bothering to close the passenger side.

 

She rolled her eyes unbelievably, taking time to digest the events happening around her.

 

" What did you just do?" She asked while trembling, refusing to believe.

 

" You ungrateful brat!" She screamed.

 

But as usual, I had blocked the world from getting to me. The only sounds were those inside my head. As I fantasized about breathing out dragon flames and exhaling one large fume to burn the house across the street, Vince's house.

 

It stood there looking nice and beautiful with a dysfunctional heap of garbage he calls a family living inside.

 

Inhaling a deep breath, I let out a large ugly howl and roar focusing it on the building.

 

It didn't burn. It just stood there.

 

" It's an ugly house anyway," I muttered under my breath as I started moving.

 

" What, now you think your father's house is ugly."

 

Crap! she was here all along.

 

" Did you just say crap?"

 

Wait, I said that inside my head. Was it loud?

 

I turned around to find her nibbling the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief wiping imaginary tears. She was no damsel stressed about a hormonal teenager. That was a show.

 

***

 

"I wasn't supposed to call you, but ever since he found out, he won't talk to me," I sniffed my nose, pretending to be crying.

 

" Are you saying Vince my son made you pregnant?" He asked on the other side of the line unbelievably.

 

If he thought he was the best bully on earth with an Oscar, I was here to prove him wrong. 

 

" You know he was so sweet in the beginning, always their for me," and then I broke down on the other end, crying loudly with huge hiccups.

 

" What did you say your name was?"

 

" Sasha Brooks, that's my name," I sniffed my nose again before going on with a shaky sad voice that would cause hundreds of myriad sad emotions in a parent's heart.

 

" I was thrown out and he won't talk to me, I have nowhere to go," the sobbing continued.

 

" Oh my God, I'm sorry," I could sense the desperation in his voice, the effect that my nerve-wrenching accusations were having on him.

 

" I have to go. Please tell Vince I love him and our baby." I hung up, pretending to be crying.

 

' Wait, Sasha, please."

 

That was it. An eye for an eye. Right now, that scumbag was officially fucked up and royally screwed. Nothing could save him, not even the angels.

 

* * *

 

" So Perez, I want this to be an interactive session for both of us," the school counsellor said.

 

I nodded my head, anticipating her next words so I could say what she wanted to hear and get out of this hell hole.

 

" Inside here, you can speak freely, speak out your mind for me to help you help yourself."

 

This is what they called helping. Making sure I was stuck with some woman who thought she could answer all my problems. Well, if she wanted problems, I was going to help her find some.

 

"How are you feeling right now?" She asked. " You seem uncomfortable."

 

" Oh, how I feel," I confirmed.

" Yeah."

 

" I'm a little dizzy and seeing spots which could be renal detachment and that's serious," I replied in a very low register voice.

 

She wasn't even listening. She was smiling at her phone, chuckling at some stupid text message.

 

"Uhm- sorry, I didn't catch your words, I only heard dizzy and spots, that happen when you have a crush, can you come up again?"

 

This is unbelievable. Was she serious?

 

" I feel like I want to peel off my own face and smash my brains across the room so you can stop bothering me."

 

" Uuuh- that's very deep," she said with her ugly brown hazel eyes narrowing on me.

 

" That's all for today, tomorrow same time; this went better than I expected." She added, flashing the biggest smile with hideous teeth.

 

God! I was hungry. Shouldn't this principle just expel me instead of all this bullshit?

 

Walking out of the office, I headed towards the cafeteria, feeling down in the dumps.

 

" Avoid eye contact or she'll think we want her to sit with us," I turned around to see a group of famous girls in my class saying. 

 

Why would I sit with a bunch of perfect girls? She said it loud enough for everyone to hear. Was that necessary. The universe was mocking me from every possible corner and way.

 

Ignoring the mummers, I picked my food, wishing I was invisible.

 

Keeping my gaze down, I moved towards an empty table with a kid who looked broken like me.

 

" Fatrez!"

I froze immediately. Vince, did he find out.

 

Before I could process everything, I felt cold liquid running down my face and drenching my hair.

 

My handsome, arrogant prince was holding a can of coke and emptying its contents on me.

 

"Fatrez! Fatbobo," the students cheered at the events going on happily.

 

A sharp gut-wrenching pain cut across my whole emotional being, demanding to be let out, demanding to be felt. 

 

" You won't cry, you won't cry," I repeated in my head.

 

After he was done, he stepped back to look at his nice work and flashed an evil grin. Just like that, he walked past me, making sure he bumped my shoulder.

 

" You could be the grand pauper of lies, but nobody ever crosses me and comes out with 34 teeth," he whispered.

 

Did he have to remind me that I had two extra teeth?

 

He found out, perhaps he did, and this was his own vendetta.

 

I placed my tray on the nearest table and found everyone recording the events with their phones.

 

I pushed through the crowd keeping my face and tears down as they shouted.

 

" Go Fatrez ,go Fatrez, go, go!"

 

It was sung in harmony with a good rhythm like they had practised it the whole term.

 

Reaching the washrooms, I locked the door and sank down on my knees, holding them together, trying to stop my universe from breaking apart and letting out the basin of tears inside my head.