I have to make him get out of my space. “You may leave out of here with half of your dick after I bite it off.”
“You are a cruel bitch, damn.”
“Okay, then leave me the fuck alone, Lowell.”
“How many times have you said that to me? Leave me alone, Lowell,” he said in a mocking tone.
“Then take the hint, dammit.”
“I don’t follow hints. I don’t even take orders. You should know this.”
He grips both sides of my head and squeezes it hard. It is as if he has me in a vise. He wants to squish my brain out of my ears.
“When will you learn, Goddess. He will make sure you learn your lesson.”
Who is this ‘he’?
He is talking about himself in the third person. I know he is a bully, but he is also crazy as fuck.
My head hurts like never before. My eyes are beginning to water. I try to yank on his hands.
“Your puny hands can’t stop me.”
I know the more I fight, the harder he will squeeze. That’s his mode of operation. He’s right I need to learn my lesson. I drop my hands down to my lap.
He begins to caress the side of my sore head. Tears fall down my face as I breathe in and out.
“That’s better isn’t it?” he says stroking my hair. “This could be fun if you let it.”
I don’t want to have any fun with my tormentor. I want to be free from this hell.
Lowell tilts my head up to scan my face.
“He said it would be like this,” says Lowell as he wipes the tears away from my flushed cheeks
Who is ‘he’?
“The bathroom is closed,” Alec says in a loud voice outside of the bathroom door.
I hear a group of girls protesting his statement.
“Times up brother, lunch is over,” yells Myles pushing the door open to speak to Lowell. “We’ve got to go.”
I cannot let other students see me leaving the girls’ bathroom with Lowell Bartlett. They will think I’m another one of his brainless fans willing to suck him off in the bathroom. I don’t want that type of reputation.
“Let’s go out there and show them how you will now spend your lunch period.”
I refuse and open the pad trash receptacle for him to see. Yes, there is a used one there. “I’ll wipe your pristine white polo with this period blood if you don’t get out of my fucking face.”
“You are a nasty little bitch.”
Lowell backs out of the stall in a hurry and races of the bathroom.
I slam the door of my stall shut and put my feet up on the toilet. These girls will recognize my Mary Jane platforms and know I was the stall with him. Better, to let them think he is a pervert and was jerking himself off in the girls’ bathroom.
“What was he doing in here?” asks a girl walking through the door.
“I don’t know, but I wish he would do it to me,” replied another girl as they burst into giggles.
Trust me, no you don’t.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“What a time we’re having, dear,” says my grandmother. She was a woman of average height and build, with salt and pepper mid-length hair and expressive facial features. She never hides how she is feeling because it always shows up in her face. She never shows a face without expression as my mother learned to do living in New York City and used it as a waitress dealing with less than ideal customers at times. WE sit across the table from each other in the kitchen of her home as we share a late night dinner.
“Did they get grandpa calmed down for the night?”
“Yes, they finally got him to lay down in your mother’s bed. I’m so thankful we have an extra room for him. It’s hard enough for him to not remember his surroundings and then to take him to a room he’s not used to sleeping in is a lot to deal with. Then add on top of that, to know that his wife and caretaker were sitting in a cell. He is happy about one thing though and that is having you help us with this situation. My beautiful and smart granddaughter.”
“No, Grandma, I don’t feel beautiful and smart.”
“Who feels that way all of the time, honey?” asked her mother. “However, anybody you come in contact with will see it and know it’s true.”
I may as well confide in my grandmother about my school life since we are both dealing with some insane issues. I don’t always tell adults about my teenage drama, but sometimes I have something to say that matters.
“Not everybody, especially my enemies. They love tearing me down. Some of them pretend to be your friend, but then the friendship dissolves into thin air.”
“You and Katelyn are pretty good friends.”
“I’m not so sure anymore, Grandma,” I move the food around on my plate.
“Why, dear?”
“Her parents are saying the dead man in the pool is Alan York, the tech guy that went missing a few days ago. Their theory is the man disappeared leaving all of his clothes behind in his house and another man appears in our pool without any clothes on not too far away.”
“I can understand that about the two missing men.” My grandmother took a drink of her iced tea. “As much as I hate to admit this, they may be an ounce right on this, but I’m still holding on to my theory based on what I’ve seen at the precinct. The detective said they have a report about this Lyft driver who picked up a guy around 8:00 that night. He was confused about which street he wanted to go to and appeared frazzled. All he could remember was that it was some street near Wilkins Lane, but he didn’t know which one. The driver tried
