My Protector, My Lover

I guess the Cat's out

West's Perspective
I hear someone moaning as I turn into the hallway to get to class. I hide behind some of the lockers, watching an older kid beat up the girl who ran into me earlier. He kicked her hard in the stomach. So hard, that she tumbled to her side. I gasp quietly, watching him continue to torture her. I hate bullies, even if she deserved it. I don't believe anyone should be bullied, especially if it's your first day here. "Please Jack, save it for home!" I hear her say over her pain. I gasp again, realizing that he lives with her. After the guy leaves, I run to her side, picking her up to her feet. "Hey, you alright?" I asked her. She looked to me, her face getting red. "Yeah, I guess so" she says. "I'm sorry, some people here can be just mean" I say, realizing that I gave her a pretty crappy first impression. "Hey, you were kinda rude to me too" she says, squinting her eyes daringly. "Yeah, sorry about that" I say, looking down and scratching the back of my head. "It's fine" she says. "Why did that guy start kicking you?" I asked bitterly toned. "Er… he's my brother" I could barely hear her way. My skin goes as pale as a sheet of paper. "D-does he do that often?" I ask her. "N-no" she says, clearly lying. "I know you're lying" I say, in a rather deep tone. "H-how'd you know? How long have you been observing?" She asked, her voice worried. "Long enough to know that he tortures you at home also" I say, looking into her eyes. Her skin went pale too."p-Please don't tell anyone" she panics. "Why shouldn't I?" I ask her, daringly. "Pleas. I'll do whatever you want, just don't tell anyone!" She says, almost broke out in tears. I think for a long moment, and the sigh. "Alright, fine" I nod slightly. "Thank you" she says quietly. "Don't mention it" I say with a wink. "I should be telling you that" she says, before walking to her classroom. I watch her go in before I head to my class. I was really worried for her. Not only had I been a jerk to her, but her brother is worse.  I did a poor performance in every class, still worried for her. I get home, realizing that she and her family were my neighbors. I go inside my house. "Hey Southwest, how was school?" My mother says from the kitchen. I smell the aroma of fudge as I greet her from the kitchen. "What you making'" I asked her. "Oh, just some brownies" she says with a big grin, her eyes lit up with stars. "What for?" I ask, though I'm sure what the answer is. "There for Derrick" she says, taking them out of the oven. I roll my eyes. Derrick's my mom's boyfriend, and I absolutely Hate him. My mother can't see he's a total doochebag. He hated my guts, and only dated my mom for her recliner and free beer. They were both always drunk, though my mother used to not be like that. She used to not even drink or smoke, she had been a different person back then. Back when dad was around. I missed him so. "Go to bed sweet potato, you're about to fall asleep on the floor" she says, giving me a hard slap on my back. I sigh, trudging to my room. I looked out my window, wondering if I could see her from here. I squinted fir a second, thinking I saw her being dragged by a guy who looked stronger than her brother that had beaten her up at school, or at least I think it was her brother. I ducked out the window, trying to get a better look. Not to be a stalker or anything. I couldn't quite see what was happening any better.