"Are you happy now?" I moved towards her. My word shooting from my mouth like army ammunition. "Do you fucking know what you've done."
McKenzie opened her mouth as if she was going to say something. But she didn't. She looked at me as if she was... was...
Was she even capable of human feelings like remorse?
"HUH?" I screamed at her.
I didn't care where we were, or who could hear. I could feel something slipping inside me. An emotional avalanche crashing down around me and burying me under it; all the anger, the pent up frustration and the hope from ten years of pinning for Mike started to smother me. All the anger for Mckenzie, the fights, the bitchy comments. It all started to crush down on me.
I don't know what happened really, but without warning I was on her. I slapped at her with all my strength and somewhere between the slapping sounds, her shrieks and my heavy breathing I could hear that I was crying. It wasn't just about this moment right here. This was for the years, and years of taunting, abuse and bitchness I had suffered at her cruel hands.
"I hate you!" I heard myself wail. "I hate you!"
I felt my hair being yanked back as she grabbed at me, and I at her. I heard something rip, it might have been a shirt, who knew. We became a writing mess of hair and arms. I no longer knew where I ended, and she began.
"What is going on here?" I heard a voice behind us but I didn't look up. Suddenly I felt two big arms come around me and we were forcibly pulled apart. Through my hair and tears I saw Mr. Jenkins pulling a kicking McKenzie away. I looked down at the hands around my waist, they belonged to an older man. A teacher.
A crowd had gathered around us and I wondered how long they'd been watching us? I'd lost all sense of time, and sanity. It was such a moment of madness that it was hard to come to terms with the fact that other people even existed outside of Mckenzie and I.
"I'm going to get you." I screamed back at my twin as I tried to break free of this man's hands. But he was too strong. My arms and legs kicked and flapped. But I couldn't move. And then Mckenzie and I were being dragged into the empty club house.
"There's nothing to see here!" Mr. Jenkins was shouting at the japing, smirking crowd of people that had gathered. Watching the morbid car crash on the side of the road. The freak show. The door slammed behind us and Mckenzie and I came face to face with the two teachers.
"What is going on!" Mr. Marais, or biology teacher, barked at us. He wiped a good dollop of sweat off his forehead. It looked like he'd had to struggled to keep us apart. This was probably his only work out, judging by the size of him. I folded my arms and said nothing. McKenzie too.
"What is going on you two?" He barked louder this time looking from McKenzie to me and back again.
Mr. Jenkins stepped forward now. Usually he intimidated me, but not today. Jaws wouldn't frighten me right now. My seething rage drowned out any other emotion that I could have possibly felt in this moment.
"If you do not tell us what is going on, you are both getting suspended for the next week." He folded his arms now, obviously trying to look more intimidating than usual. I turned back to McKenzie and glared at her.
"Bitch." I hissed under my breath.
"McKenzie Glover." Mr. Jenkins raised his voice loudly.
"Bitch." McKenzie spat it right back at me with such contempt in her eyes. God, I hated her.
"That's it. You're both suspended immediately and I'm calling you mother to fetch you right now!"
**
Ten minutes later we were both squashed together uncomfortably in the back of my fathers car. Sports cars were not good if you wanted space from the person you hated most in the world.
My mother had been unavailable, so my father had come to fetch us. We all drove in absolute silence and I could feel the tension in the car mounting by the second. My father looked like he was going to explode, he kept looking back in the rearview mirror and glaring at the two of us. I wished I knew what he was thinking. I was more upset that I may have disappointed him, I didn't give a damn that McKenzie and I had just caused a public scene at school that would probably be talked about for the rest of the year.
My father skidded into the driveway and then turned to both of us.
"Inside. Now! Both of you. I have something I want to say." He rushed us into the lounge, or should I say, one of the many lounges in the house and closed the door behind him.
"Sit." He pointed at the couch and McKenzie and I awkwardly sat down. I'd never seen my dad like this before, he looked worked up.
I watched him curiously as he paced up and down the room. "I probably should have had this discussion with you two ages ago...." He stopped and put his hands on his hips, he looked down at us and shook his head. I cringed. He looked emotional and I felt terrible. I hated upsetting him like this.
"Do you know what I would
