Her eyes became cloudy, blurring her vision along the way. Once she reached her room, she slammed the door shut and leaned her back against the door before falling to the floor, sobbing.
She had asked herself many times, Why me? Why did this happen to me? But tonight, she had started asking herself a different question.
“Why couldn’t I have died?”
Nine
The Memory Banging at The Door
It was strange, but in a short amount of time, she was becoming close with Elle. They understood each other as outcasts along with their suffering. The semester was almost up, and it was time for Christmas break. Chloe was going to really miss Elle, yet she wasn’t going to miss school. However, she wasn’t sure what was better at this point: her home life or school life.
Walking to their last class of the day, Chloe kept her head down. She walked closer to Elle than ever, letting Elle guide her through the hallways so she could keep her head down. Since the picture had showed up in Elle’s locker, they didn’t waste time in the hallways, and they were beginning to wonder if they were acting paranoid.
“Freak!” someone yelled out as she passed.
So the name-calling hadn’t stopped, but at least they weren’t too worried about their safety.
Reaching the science classroom, they took their seats in the back.
“Our science project is due before Christmas break. If we don’t finish it today in class, then we will need to finish it up outside of school,” Elle told her in a worried voice.
“Okay,” she agreed, nervous about where this was going.
“Good. If we don’t finish it, then we can finish it up at your house. Tomorrow sound okay?”
No…
“W-Why can’t we do it at yours?”
Elle cleared her voice. “I’m sure you heard about my dad. My parents don’t really want company right now …”
Of course she knew what had happened to her dad. Cassandra had blabbed about it to the entire school at the beginning of the year.
“Come on, Chloe; it’ll be fun. We should make it a sleepover!”
Instantly, she felt backed into a corner. The last word she would use to describe her house was fun. She knew Elle was taking the opportunity to help her come back out of her shell, to make her feel normal again. And while she wanted to desperately, her house wasn’t the ideal place to do so. Nevertheless, it didn’t sound like Elle’s was, either. And since Elle was the one with a good excuse, she was screwed.
What am I supposed to say? My dad is now an alcoholic because he can’t handle what happened to me any better than I can? Realizing her back had now hit the corner, her last hope was talking to her mother to keep her father controlled. If anything, the last thing they wanted was their appearance damaged.
“I-I’ll ask my parents if you can come over, then.”
“Awesome! Do you live in the little white house now?” Elle’s eyes lit up.
She shook her head. “No, we won’t move until January when my father gets sworn in.”
Brrring.
The teacher stood from her desk. “All right, students, let’s get to work. This is the last day you can work on your project in class, so make it count.”
Chloe quickly went to work. She was going to work her ass off until the bell rang. That way, Elle wouldn’t have to come over.
There is no way I am not going to finish this project.
*
Brrring.
She did not finish their project.
*
“Mom, Elle will be here any minute. Where are you?” she whispered into the phone.
“I’m running late at the office. I’ll be home in an hour.”
That was all Chloe heard before the beep came through the phone, telling her that her mother had hung up.
Crap!
She was about to do that exact same thing in her pants as she watched her dad pick up his bottle to fill up his cup again. Her mother had advised her that she was a failure in the first place since she hadn’t finished it at school. Then she had advised her to finish it up at Elle’s, but when Chloe had explained Elle’s situation, her mother had no longer cared.
Her mother had quickly realized Elle didn’t come from money since she couldn’t recall the last name of Buchanan having any real standing in Kansas City, Missouri. In turn, she couldn’t give two shits what she thought about her family. However, her mother had promised her that she would keep Maxwell contained. Clearly, that was low on her to-do list.
Ding.
Just don’t answer it. Maybe she will go away.
Ding.
“Are you … going to ans-s-swer the damn … door?” Maxwell started going toward the door himself.
Chloe quickly got up and passed him. “I can get—”
“I can get it myself!” He put his hand on Chloe as she passed him, pushing her forcefully out of the way.
Opening her mouth to scream as his hand made contact with her arm, only her breath came out as she fell to the floor.
All of a sudden, she could feel the rough hands holding her down while she tried to scream and fight them off her as she lay on the cold table.