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“Reed wouldn’t have missed m–” Knox stopped talking suddenly, his hand smacking against his neck as he hissed.
Then we saw it. Not really an it more of a them, many, many of them. Bees began to scatter the air, angrily buzzing toward Knox.
“Shit,” I whispered at the same time as Knox yelled it.
Knox began sprinting toward us, bees following his every step. Every couple of seconds he shouted as another bee stings him.
“Oh, my god.” Reed laughed under his breath.
Landon and I bit back a smirk until we realized not only is Knox heading toward us, but his parade of offended insects are as well.
“Go, go, go.” Landon pushed me toward the door twenty feet away.
Both Landon and Reed were faster but they kept themselves between me and the bees. Knox was already on our heels. I could hear the three of them let out small yelps as they swatted at the air around them. I was sure I was next. I was already tensing in anticipation of my first sting.
Hope surged in me, my hand meeting the sun warmed handle of the door. I opened it and threw myself inside. But the boys never followed... I turned in time to see Landon slam the door shut between us, keeping them and the attacking bees outside.
There was ten minutes of the three of them dancing across the yard, swatting, smashing, smacking, and cursing at the bugs before it finally died down. It was a comical and terrible sight.
When they stumbled inside, red bumps had formed across their skin. Reed had a swollen lip, Landon’s arms had repeated stings all up and down them, and Knox looked like he might actually be the murderer the neighbor girl had accused him of being.
Then all at once, the three of them stripped down, shirts tossed to the floor, pants dropping to the tile as I stood there, the smile on my face long gone. Three heated but exhausted gazes looked to me and my parted, confused lips.
“Next time you want three days without Reed getting laid, tell me first and I’ll cut his cock off before things go this far,” Knox leveled me with a stare but the smallest smile pulled at his full lips. “Get the baking soda, Vi, you’re playing nurse tonight.”
The animalistic groan the other two boys let out hummed through me, but the laughter that filled the house that night was intoxicating.
It was perfect.
That memory is tainted now. I don’t want to share any more memories with them. They truly have become my bullies. It seems my protection ends where my want for some sort of relationship or loving caress begins.
That’s all I wanted. I wanted someone to love me like they never would.
And this is where it got me.
Today I wander pass the store with the little bumble bee pendant without a single bitter glance. I’ve already seen my pathetic reflection in enough windows and in the eyes of other passengers of the bus that just dropped me off.
Reed left me in the locker room alone just as he said he would. Just as I wanted him to. Did I really want him too? That’s another question I don’t want to answer.
I had to get home somehow and this school had taken so much from me so I took from it. I broke into locker after locker with a strong pair of wire cutters I found in a janitor's closet. I cut lock after lock away until I found a worn Mournmount t-shirt that was two sizes too big, a pair of shorts a size too small that were hidden by my large shirt, and disgusting tennis shoes no one wanted to claim from the gym’s lost and found.
I probably went through at least fifteen lockers before I found enough clothing to cover me up for my hike home.
I look like a joke.
I feel like a fucking joke.
Some days I enjoy the walk to school and back. It was the only way I got to know the neighborhood on this side of town. The wealthy side.
Roads here were taken care of, clean, no potholes in sight. People were a bit nicer, less wary that they might get mugged. But my attire on the walk home today only earns me disgusted glances and unpleasant comments.
It’s like I’m back home again.
I trudge on though, ignoring it all. The thing about the road leading to the Reyes estate is that one second it’s businesses and bustling shoppers and then it stops. Dense trees line the street, blocking the houses just beyond them, giving them a false sense of privacy.
Just beyond Knox’s drive way, playing at the fence, Delores waves to me. I wave back in an attempt to hide my own personal cloud of gloom that hovers around me. Birds chirp loudly in the trees that scatter the yard, unknowing of the girl who had the worst day ever that walks below them.
“Hi, Violet!” Delores wipes her hands against her blue babydoll dress, the fabric smearing with red clay.
