Jessie quickly followed me into the bathroom. I was in there crying, because I was so angry at him. I wanted to smash the mirror, and tear everything apart, but instead I just sat there and cried like a child.
“What was that?” She asked.
“That stupid kid. Here he comes acting like some kind of gentleman offering me a dance. Then he mocks me, and talks about his bad boy status. Ugh! I can’t believe him.”
Right then and there Isaac burst through the door.
To tell a story truthfully, you should tell it from all different sides. This part is Isaac’s story, and it’s just as important as mine.
Isaac and I have been in school together for as long as I can remember. I always saw his name, but never once was I able to match it to a face. Every year, he somehow looked different in an unrecognizable way. I remember people telling me that he had a crush on me. They would say stuff like “Isaac’s in love with you!” and I never knew who they were talking about. He would always leave me strange notes, always signed I.H, up until about my 7th grade year. That’s when everything changed for Isaac.
Isaac was adopted. He knew his real parents couldn’t take care of him, and easily accepted his adoptive parents. He had 3 brothers, all which were his adoptive parents’ biological kids. They were a very happy and loving family, and Isaac was there pride and joy.
Well in 7th grade Isaac had gone over to his friend’s house and stayed the night. There was some faulty wiring in the house, and there was a huge explosion. All of the family he knew was burned alive. The judge had reunited him with his birth mother after the incident. There was a good reason why she gave him up for adoption, and he really should have gone into a foster home.
His real mom was a mess. She was only 15 when she had Isaac, and decided that she should give him up for adoption to better his life. She didn’t make it very far. Although she graduated with a 4.0 GPA, Isaac’s mom never had any motivation to do much more with her life. She married Isaac’s father at 19, and when she was 22 he cheated on her with a man. When he left her, he left in the middle of the night. She awoke to find a note that said, “Our love is real, but our attraction is not.” That was the last she heatd from him. She never fully recovered from it.
Even after he left, she still called herself Mrs. Lola White. Mrs. White liked to chain smoke and inject heroin between her toes. She bleached her hair blonde, and kept pink streaks in it. She lived with a man who went by Smokey. They lived together in a small, ugly yellow trailer. People called her “the town whore”, and they called Smokey “the town drunk”. They were the perfect couple if you asked me.
It’s interesting how they had gotten custody of Isaac, and I’m not really sure why the court allowed it. His life went all downhill from there. He started cussing, smoking, and drinking. He never tried the heroin, because he saw how much that ruined his mom’s life. His grades dropped and he was put into special classes that he was way too smart for.
He lost all of his old friends after that. Isaac met some new friends, and they liked trouble. The police would always blame him for something, just because there was no one else to blame. Everybody stopped giving him chances, and started labeling him as the bad kid. Eventually he got it together and stopped causing some trouble. In order to stay away from his mom and Smokey, he spent a lot of time at the park, listening to music, playing with kids, and trying to do anything to make a better name for himself.
He’s never been able to make any good friends after everything that happened, and he still carried around all of those false labels. Nobody had given him a chance since they found out who his real mom was. He was the town’s bad boy and always would be.
“Could you tell me what that was back there?” He asked. There wasn’t much anger in his voice. He seemed very calm, actually
“Get out! Don’t you know this is the Ladies room!?” I yelled.
He came closer to me, “Ha! That’s funny, because I don’t see any ladies in here, except for maybe our Jessica over here. She knows how to treat a man right. So, darling tell me, what’s with the freak out back there?”
I know I over-reacted here. I started shouting, “Get out! Look, I’ve heard the rumors and I know the stories. Everybody knows the stories. Don’t think you can make a fool out of me, Sick Isaac! Get out of here, now!”
Jessie stood there shocked, unsure of what to do. The other ladies that were in there had ran out long ago. Many people were crowded around the bathroom door, eavesdropping, not sure if they should interfere or not. Mostly, people were wondering why a man would enter into the wrong bathroom. Jessie went and hid behind me, scared she might get hurt somehow.
He started laughing, “Haha. You silly child. You listen to rumors and believe that they’re true. But there’s so much more than you know. Things you couldn’t even comprehend. You’re a very rude dance partner. I’ve done nothing except be nice to you. Of course the incident in the park was my mistake. It wasn’t my business to interfere with your problems. I do extend my full apology to you. Thank you for the dance, even if it was shorter than I expected.” He tried to grab my hand and kiss it.
“Don’t touch me!” I pulled away.
“Haven’t you been hostile long enough? You know anger will only turn you ugly, and it would be an absolute shame if that happened. I’m sorry to have ruined your life. I’ll be leaving now.”
He was halfway out the door, and then turned around and said, “Oh by the way, this might hear interesting rumors for the next couple of days, because everybody is outside listening.”