Saved (part 5)
It’s finally up. Sorry it took me so long to post this. (:
“Ian, what took you so long,” Jake asked, grinning from the inside of the car. “You’ll never believe who I just saw.”
“Breanne?” I questioned, hopefully. I needed to talk to her. I had been so stupid. Why had I called her Kali? Wasn’t it bad enough that I kissed her? I always had to make things worse. Always.
“Breanne? No. Well, I saw her shoot out of the gym door like a bat out of hell just a moment ago, but that’s who I’m talking about,” Jake replied, uncaring. If he had really been paying attention, he would have seen the way my face crumpled. Or maybe even the helpless look I knew my features had been rearranged in. He would have asked why it was Breanne’s name I guessed. I sighed. He never cared about that kind of thing. I guess that’s why I liked Kali better than him. She cared about me, he didn’t.
“Well, who did you see then?”
“None other than Diana herself,” Jake said, smiling. He said her name like it was the name of a goddess. I sighed. I really didn’t feel like this today.
“Great,” I responded, sarcastically.
“I know right,” Jake replied once again completely unaware of how I was really feeling. “Dude, she was smoking hot. Anyway, she came over here and asked me to park next to her tomorrow. I think she might be hitting on me.”
God I hope not, I thought, grimacing. That would be unbearable. I have to hear him drone on about her every day, I can only imagine how bad it’ll be if she actually likes him. Then I would have to put up with the both of them.
“That’s cool,” I lied. He looked me over suspiciously. It seems he finally caught on that I wasn’t in the best mood.
“What’s up?” He asked, narrowing his eyes. I looked at him sideways as he pulled out of the school parking lot. The old brick building started to fade. “You don’t seem to care about me and Diana too much. So what’s up?”
“Don’t worry so much,” I replied, giving a cheesy, fake smile. “I’m-I know you’ll go great together.” Jake’s eyebrow’s knit together and I knew he wasn’t falling for my charade anymore. Then suddenly, he smiled wryly and gave a crooked smile.
“I know what it is,” he said. I rolled my eyes. I might as well here his theories. He remained quiet. I sighed. He was waiting for me to ask. He must want to add to the drama. I almost laughed.
“For the love of God Jake, just spit it out,” I responded. He looked at me quickly and back at the road.
“You’re jealous.” I spluttered and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“Seriously?” I questioned. “You think I’m jealous of you and Diana?” Jake nodded. He really meant it. I couldn’t believe it.
“It’s alright dude. I mean, I don’t blame you. She always looks hot, who wouldn’t be jealous.” I stared at him again. There was no hint of those little laugh lines around his eyes. He was serious.
Jake pulled into my driveway and I got out of his car. I didn’t know if I should laugh or just be upset with him. It wasn’t his fault he was completely unobservant and uncaring.
“Bye Jake,” I said, getting out of his car. I slammed the door and retreated into my house. I stood by the entrance and listened to the thunderous engine grow fainter.
“Mom?” I called. My voice echoed. I knew she was here. I poked my head around corner and into the kitchen, but it was empty except for an empty, shattered Vodka bottle and little drops of blood littering the tiled floors. My heart pounded.
“Mom!” I yelled. Upstairs I heard a muffled sob. I ran, taking the steps two at a time.
“Mom! Mom, it’s me. Are you okay?” I asked. My voice echoed in the too-quiet house. I was answered by a chorus of moans from the closed door down the hall.
I sprinted to her room and rattled the doorknob. Locked. I should have known. I pounded my fist against the wood. I heard a crash and a thump. The sound of a body hitting the ground.
I backed away and ran, throwing my shoulder into the door. The wood creaked and was thrown open. I ignored the shooting pain in my arm and looked for my mother.
Empty bottles were strewn across the room. My mom was lying on the ground with her face in her hands and her knees tucked to her chest.
“Go away Ian,” she said in a shaky voice. I fell beside her.
“Mom,” I croaked, pulling her hands away from her face. I gasped and jumped back. She looked away. Her right eye was black and purple. Her cheek was swollen and red, with an angry handprint across her face. Blood was trickling from her busted lip and nose. I grabbed her and pulled her to me.
“It’s not what you think,” she said, quietly. I didn’t let her move. I rubbed my hand up and down her back, comforting her.
“Tell me what it is then,” I said. I already knew it was her so called boyfriend. There was no doubt about it, just as there was no doubt about the fact that I was going to kick his ass for doing this to her.
“Jim and I were both drinking. I had way too much and he told me to stop. I was being a little bitch. He slapped me and I hit him back. I basically asked for it,” she responded. Despite my best efforts I let a tear trickle down my cheek. So was that what Jim was telling her now.
“Mom, no one deserves this. You have to know that,” I responded, practically begging her to see clearly, past the alcohol and Jim’s lies. She pulled away.
“Honey, I really do. We’ll talk about this later. I’m alright, okay. I need to get cleaned up,” my mom said, smiling sadly. It was the same smile that she used when she thought that I didn’t understand something.
“But mom-“
“Ian I said I’m fine. Now let me clean this place up a little. It’ll be hard to hide my black eye. I guess I could say that Jim and I went to the batting cages,” she mused, pushing me out of her room. She closed the door in my face.
I stormed to my room. That was it. Jim could be a jerk, but no one laid their hands on my mom. He was messing with the wrong kid. I grabbed the cold, metal baseball bat from the corner of my room. I dusted it off and took a practice swing. I was a little rusty, but I think I could do some damage.
“I’ll be home soon!” I called to my mom. She didn’t answer. I suspect she was going to drink until she passed out. I slammed the door behind me. I smiled and hopped on my bike. I wouldn’t want to be late for my little date with Jim now would I?
