Now, that teacher had dragged Dallas Winston and I in through the office, and sat us down before the principals desk.
"Now, I'm going to get him. Don't you two move a muscle!" The teacher threatened, before leaving the small room.
Dallas stood up, walking over to the door, and look both ways.
"Don't even think about running. The lady's know better. I've done that a few times, but they caught on." I sighed.
Dallas shook his head, as he walked back to the chair he was sitting in before.
"Why you shaking in your boots, man? He's just gonna give you and I a detention." Dallas nudged me with his elbow.
The nervousness that flowed throughout my veins must have shown all over my face.
Man, was I sweating.
As the principals footsteps grew louder, I seemed to slump down in my chair some.
The principal entered the office, and shut the door behind him, before he sat down at his desk.
"What am I going to do with the two of you? PDA in the hallways, when you're supposed to be in class?!" The principal nearly yelled.
This wasn't going to be good.
He was already mad, and I hadn't even made a smart ass comment yet.
I sat quietly looking at the principal, as his eyes bounced between Dallas and I.
"And it's only Monday! We haven't even made it an hour, and the two of you are stirring up trouble!" The principal yelled.
"Well," Dallas smirked as he began to speak, "it could have been worse."
Oh no.
It looks lit Dallas was going to make the smart ass remark this time.
"How so, Mr. Winston?" The principals jaw seemed to tighten, as he waited for Dallas to speak again.
"Well, I could have had her bent over your desk as you walked in." Dallas smiled, as he leaned closer to the principals desk.
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God.
I felt my whole body grow hot.
The principals face instantly grew dark red.
I swear, I saw smoke come out of his ears.
"ENOUGH!" the principals loud voice ripped through the air.
I bit my nails nervously, as Dallas smiled with amusement.
"Obviously, detentions haven't worked for either of you," the principal picked up a pen and paper, and began writing quickly, "letters home might be a more effective method."
No!
Please, anything but that.
"These must be signed by one of your parents, and returned to school." The principal handed Dallas and I both our notes.
Dallas shot him a mischievous grin, as he signed the paper, and slapped it onto his desk.
"I'm emancipated." Dallas then stood up, and walked out.
"I stay at the Curtis house." I spoke quietly.
"Not according to my books." The principal quickly responded.
"But, you've known that I've been staying there. Can't Darryl-"
"Not according to my books." The principal repeated his sentence.
"Thanks." I spat, standing up.
I walked out of the principal office, and back to my class.
I didn't eat anything for lunch.
I couldn't even pay attention in class.
All I could think about, was what my parents were going to do when I got home.
...
After school, I walked home slowly.
Dreading every second, as I walked up to my front door.
It creaked open, as I slowly opened it.
My father, was already drunkenly passed out on the couch in the loving room.
My mother sat next to him, half way there.
"I need this signed... for a field trip." I slowly spoke to her.
Her eyes half way open, drifted up to me, as I handed her the paper and a pen.
She dragged the pen across the paper, leaving her sloppy signature on the line.
Her eyes grew wide with anger, once she finally read what she was signing.
I quickly ripped the paper from her grip, balling it up, and shoving it into my pocket.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!" Her angry voice ripped through the air.
My father, now awake, jumped to his feet.
My feet were rooted to the floor.
Stricken with fear, I wasn't able to move.
"A WHORE! KISSING AT SCHOOL! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A GOD DAMNED WHORE!" she yelled, inching closer, stumbling with every step.
"She did WHAT?!" My father jumped in now.
He stumbled closer to me, and stood just inches away.
"YOU SLUT!" he spat in my face.
He quickly winded his hand back, and slapped me across the face.
My skin stung on impact, I knew it left a hand print, as my bottom lip began to bleed.
He gripped me by the front of my shirt, and pushed me back into the wall.
His knuckles turned white, as he lifted me off the floor.
My feet dangled, as his hard knuckles pressed tightly into my chest.
"Shit." I managed to breathe out.
"Get the fuck out!" He yelled, throwing me to the floor.
I was stunned for a moment, mostly because my head bounced off the floor.
I quickly scrambled to my feet, and ran out the door.
I ran all the way to the Curtis house, and didn't look back.
I was scared he was gonna run after me.
I was relieved when I made it to the Curtis house on their porch.
"I'll start supper soon...." Darry peaked his head out the door.
His sentence trailed off, as he saw my busted lip, and the bruising lump on the side of my head.
Darry stepped outside, and walked up next to me, waiting for an explanation from me.
"Note home from school, had to be signed by them." I said looking at the floor.
"Are you alright?" Darry placed his hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm tough." I replied.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Dallas Winston walking down the street, coming straight to the Curtis house.
"Well, you let me know if you need anything." Darry reassured me, before he went back inside.
I turned around, and leaned against the porch railing.
Dallas of course walked up right next to me.
I turned my head slightly away from him.
I knew if he saw, he was going to ask questions.
"You mad at me, doll?" Dallas jokingly asked, leaning in closer.
As he caught a quick glimpse of my face, his smiled quickly faded.
"Look at me, right now." Dallas demanded in a serious tone.
Shit.
I slowly turned my head towards him.
"I'm fine, Dallas." I quickly said.
"No you're not. You face is bruised, and your lip is bleeding." Dallas's eyes narrowed.
I brought my hand up to my face, and wiped some of the blood away from my skin with the back of my hand.
"Darry know about this?" Dallas asked me, as he leaned in to examine my face more.
I gave him a small nod.
Dallas angrily huffed, as he turned and walked into the Curtis house.
"Darry, I need to talk to you." Dallas's voice rang out through out the house.