Bully Character Oneshots

Davis - Happy Holidays

   "I got a family I gotta go see in a couple of days! Just lay off, man!"

Winter break. Where students had two weeks to go back home and see their adoring and affectionate families! A time of reconnection and cheer...! For some students, anyhow.

Instead of sitting in a warm car driven by his uncle and holiday tunes blasting on the dingy radio, Davis was trudging miserably through the snow, rubbing his slack jaw that made a concerning clicking noise when he opened his mouth. His jeans were soaked at the bottom and his shoes felt like an ice-fishing pond. Davis was muttering incoherent curses through blue lips and chattering teeth, "suh-suh-so d-damn co-o-old-duh!" Since when did he have to walk home for the holidays! 'Since they forgot to pick up their own goddamn nephew!' He thought bitterly to himself.

Davis had a fairly large family here in New England, consisting of his Aunt, Uncle, their four children, his younger sister and his wheelchair bound grandmother. Grandma was the only surviving member of a car crash involving his parents when Davis was around 11 years old, his sister was three at the time, and the accident had paralyzed her hip down and rendered her legs useless. His grandmother also happened to be the only member of his family that he liked being around. She actually listened to his problems and respected him, she was his support system.

As he finally approached the stoop of his relatives' home, he could see the Christmas wreath hung on the ivory door slightly obstructing the window's view of the inside of the house. But Davis could still see the cheerily decorated hallway, he could still hear the slightly muffled music playing, and he could smell the blackberry glazed ham that he and his grandmother only made together. White hot fury ripped through him. Making him walk here alone in the freezing weather, not even calling him to check up on him so far at all this year, never replying to his letters he had sent them and now taking his *one* joy of cooking with his grandmother! What's wrong with him? Why don't they want him?

Battering his fist against the door and shaking the wreath with each furious knock, he could feel tears forming in the corners of his eyes. His uncle was the one to open the door before Davis shot in to witness his family all sprawled out in the living room, watching television, eating popcorn, dancing to music and each of them had a wide smile on their face. He stomped hard on the hallway floor and their heads turned to see a soaked, pale and raging Davis.

"So I just don't exist, huh?! I'm not part of the family, am I? I guess I don't DESERVE to be here today?!" Davis could feel the catch in his throat, he could physically feel each of the pairs of eyes slicing into his soul and tearing it apart. Here were the tears, now. He hiccuped and his brows knit together tightly. No one said a word. The music was still playing, the popcorn was still drenched in butter, the tv went to commercial. He made no impact. Davis thought he couldn't possibly feel any worse when his uncle retreated from the hallway and muttered, "Well that was certainly an entrance" and his stupid family all clicked like chickens and ignored him still. Davis thought he would combust right there on the spot before taking off into the kitchen and crying out "Grandma! Grandma! What's going on?"

His grandmother sat in a corner of the kitchen with her hands in her face, the ham on a large platter beside her. She was weeping. Seeing his beloved grandmother so full of grief shook Davis but he still angrily wrung out, "What is this?" She looked up at him and met his eyes, both pairs identical in how miserable they looked. She whispered out in her cracked voice that no longer had the soothing tone Davis could always rely on, "They didn't want you to come this year, but," she stopped to gulp the air, "they refused to let me contact you. They said to 'keep that boy away from our children.'"

...So. This is what those strangers really thought of him. They all saw him as a defect of what a normal child should be. They all wanted him out of the picture. 'Grandma! Grandma! What's wrong with me?' His soul cried out in a silent language, and he crumpled to his knees resting his head on his grandmother's lap and wept like a baby. She was crying too, harder but stroking his hair and patting his back. He couldn't feel any part of his body except her small, bony hands on his. He could never trust anyone ever again, except his grandmother and his friends and maybe Jimmy.

When he finally looked up and his tears had ceased and he could breathe again, he stared at the person he loved most in his life and searched her face for an easy way out. She'd say "Wake up!" And his alarm would ring and at noon his family would pick him up in the car with smiles on their faces and they'd eat good food and this would all have been a dream. But he blinked and his grief was real, and there would be no celebration, no smiles and no trust. He was unwanted and the only woman who did want him around was powerless to do anything. He stood up, withdrew his hands from he grasp and said evenly, "See you, granny. Love you." And left.

A headache pounded his brain from every angle and even though it was even colder trekking back to the school. He didn't feel a thing. He didn't feel a thing. 

—Hello, thank you for reading my story! I decided to take a challenge and do a depressing story with a bitter ending. I suppose it's for the best he walked out of their life for good, but it's not what he wanted, that's for sure. Davis is definitely my favorite bully, I think his psychology is interesting :] 

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