A Thursty Love

Broken Window

I was home alone when I got home. My parents where working, and my little sister was over at a friend’s house. I was on the computer playing a game. Scrabble to be precise. I felt like a really big nerd when I broke the record, and became the number one player in geek’s vile. I played on it for maybe half an’ hour when I decided to get off.

I hadn’t eaten anything for super scene my parents didn’t cook. So when the computer was completely off I headed to the kitchen to scavenge for food. I ended up with a water bottle, an apple, and an old peace of pizza that was stuffed in our fridge. It was lying on top of the salami, so I figured that it was okay to eat.

While stuffing my face with the apple I headed up to my room. My room was at the very end of the hall, and very small. My door was covered with pictures of me and Dicoda. Posters of bands I liked, and hot guys. It also had a fake spider on it when Halloween was around, but my parents made me take it off.

I kicked my door open with my knee and headed in. I plopped myself down at my desk and looked out of my window. It covered most of the wall it was placed on, so I was glad to be two stories off the ground. Other wise my parents would have bard them shut. Still biting down on my apple, I spun to the wall over my bed. Placing my feet on a pillow. It had three shelves. One was over loaded with books, and the other two had porcelain dolls, and glass figures from my younger years. I also had an old teddy bear on the highest one. She was my first stuffed animal, so I didn’t feel like losing something that I had had for so long.

My walls where covered with a couple posters. One of Orlando Bloom I must admit, but the others where bands like Green Day, and Slip Knot.

My bed and desk touch where my head goes when I sleep and it takes five steeps for me to reach my door. Like I said….small room.

I finished eating the apple and started on my pizza. It tasted better than I thought it would, and that made me wonder if Dicoda left it there on purpose for me. Thinking of that I put it in my trash can under my desk. I didn’t want to know what she had done to it. I opened my water bottle and took a sip. I just sat there, maybe for an hour or two. Just thinking of what was wrong with someone like me. Not fitting in at school. I mean….I am like every other girl at school, just a little more rough on the surface. I don’t like it when guys just came up to me and grab my ass, they’d end up in the nurses clinic, but….I didn’t like to think that I couldn’t fit in cause I was protective over my body. Not to have haven a guy go all touchy touchy on my. Not to have haven a boy kiss me….

I guess I was just waiting for some thing. The right guy maybe. Who knows what I was waiting for? I just didn’t like the fact that people hate me, or make fun of me cause of what I am or what I do. They just are going to have to get use to it. Just like everyone else in the world.

I guess that just makes me a hopeless romantic…

When I got out of the shower, I walked into my room. The towel I used still rapped around me tight. I hired boys walking buy my house as I turned the light on. My window was still open so they were able to see everything. I looked out to see three guys from school looking up at me. When they saw me, they all started to wisal. I started closing my window when one of them shouted for me to strip. I was discussed and shut it tight. I pulled the curtains closed and let my towel fall to the floor. I put on a t-shirt underwear and some sweats.

I sat at my desk, and closed my eyes. Then I herd some glass shatter and hit my face.

“SHIT!” I shouted, as I jumped up. “What was that!?” I ran to my window, and found the guys still standing there. Laughing there heads off. Holding rocks in there hands. They must have stayed to see if they could get a show. “What is your guises fucken problem?!”

“Oh come on baby. You know you want to show us somethen.” One of the said as they laughed in hysterics. I looked at the clock on my desk and saw that it was around seven. I guess I would be able to make it. So I ran from my window, and down to the front door. Opening it with a slam.

“Hay guys!” One of them shouted as I stepped out. “Looks like she does want to give us somthen.” They just kept on laughing while looking at my shattered window. I walked toward them in a calm matter. My right hand in a fist behind my back. I walked to the one in the middle. He was about my height. Maybe a little taller, and socked him in the face.

He fell to the floor, crying out in pain. The other two just looked at me. They didn’t look afraid, but paranoid. I bet they where on the foot ball team, because they where both well built. And when I noticed that it was too late. I went to punch enough one of them but he caught my rest. Holding it so tight that I couldn’t move it. I started to twitch and slapped him across the face. He didn’t seem to move, but I can tell that it hurt. It left a mark and I was able to hear it loud and clear. I went to hit him again, but the other one caught my hand from behind, making me bend backward. It hurt, and I let a tear run down my check.

“Oww, does it hurt?” He said as he kept going back, the other one still having a hold of my other arm. I didn’t let any noise come out, the only way they new that I was in pain were from the expression on my face, and the tear that run down it. The one that I had successfully nuked to the floor was on his feet now, and was smiling at me. He looked like he had a broken nose.

“You asked for this little lady.” He said as he wiped the blood from his nose. “Hold her up strait.” He ordered the other two. And they did just that. They stood me up strait and held my hands behind my back. He was right in front of me, so I decided to kick him. I lifted my leg and it slapped him in the face. Strait up this time; hitting his nose again. He fell backward, screaming, ‘Son of a Bitch!’ I let a smile creep in for a mere second.

He was back up on his feet in no time, and didn’t hesitate this time. I braced myself, and I knew what was coming for me. I saw him ball up his fist and punch upward. Hitting my ribs, I let a cry out. He hit me again. And then I herd something or some one yell out, ‘what are you guys doen?!’ It sounded like another football jokie. But the one hitting me didn’t care. He turned real fast as punched me in the side of the face. They let me fall to the ground.

“Teach you to fit me.” He said. And then in a short breath I opened my eyes. He was looking down at me, but behind him….was a boy that I had ever scene before. I saw his eyes burning into the back of the guys head. They were lime green.

The other two where silent and the one standing over me looked at them in question. They were looking right passed him, so he turned to see what it was. He almost ran into the green eyed boy and jumped back.

“Who the hell are you?” The boy didn’t say anything. He just balled his fist up, and socked him on the side of the face. He fell to the floor nuked out. I herd the guys behind me gasp, and start to run. I don’t know why. They could have taken him. But I was glad that they ran. The boy ran after them though. And I hurd them both hit the floor at the same time.

I tried to get up. I was on my hands and knees when I saw the strange boy dragging them out of the street and onto the walk. He dragged them both buy one arm. Like it was a peace of cake. Then walked over to the one in front of me, and drug him next to his friends. While he was doing this I tried to crale to the front door. I didn’t want any more drama. But before I could reach it he was standing in front of me. Stopping me in my tracks; when he bent down on his knees he looked me strait in the face. He was gorges.

“Are you okay miss?” He said trying to hide an accent.

“What do you think? I feel like my face is bleeding.”

“It is bleeding.”

“Awe.” Is all I said. I didn’t want to go to school like this.

“Let me help you.” Standing up, and moving to my side.

“No. It’s okay. I can make it home. I live right there.” Pointing.

“Hmm. Getting torn apart in your own lot ay?”

“They broke my window.”

“Hmm.” Is all he said.

I kept on crawling. But I didn’t make it to the house. I calapst once I got to the side walk, and let a tear fall down my face. He was still watching me. I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.

“Ok…maybe I do need some help.” I could hear my voice crake.

“Yes ma’am.” He said, and headed to my side. He was there faster than I thought he would be, and he picked me up.

“You don’t have to carry me. I just need help walking.” Still trying to hide the tears.

“Beg your pardon miss, but you fell to the floor. I saw it. You can’t walk till morn.”

“How do you know that I won’t be able to walk till then?”

“Trust me. I know.”

“Ok.” We were inside of my house now.

“Where’s your room?”

“Amm,” I didn’t want to tell him…but I did. “Up stars.”

“Thanks. Can you tell me witch room?”

“The one that looks like a battle went out.”

“Yes ma’am.” We where up in a second it seemed and I was on my bed. He was looking at my walls. And on my desk. “Is there anything else you need ma’am?”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“What?”

“Ma’am.”

“Habit.” He was leaning over me now. Checking my face. “One second.” And he headed out of my room. He came back with a wet cloth. He started dabbing my face.

“My names Romeo.” I giggled. “What’s so funny?”

“Sorry. I never met a guy named ‘Romeo’.”

“Hmm. I guess I’m going to get that a lot in this town.” He confused me.

“What do you mean? Ow!”

“Sorry. I’m new here. I saw you skate boarding earlier today.” I was silent. “What’s your name?”

“Emma.”

“Nice to meet you Emma.”

“Ya…..thank you.”

“For what?”

“For getting them off me.”

“No problem. I didn’t like what I saw.” I didn’t say anything again. I guess he figured that I gave up on small talk. “Well, your face looks better. I brought down the swelling, and the bleeding stopped. If there isn’t anything more I can do, I best be on my way.”

“Amm. Can you get the phone for me? I got to call my parents.”

“Yes ma’am.” He left my room, and came back with the home phone.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” I dialed the number my parents gave me. It rang twice, and my mom picked up.