Chapter 8
Empty Insults- And the only thing I could do was imagine.
Kimberly Fletcher’s POV
…‘Kimberly, you’re Avery’s sister.’
And that’s when I screamed!...
But it wasn’t a scream of terror, of fear or of surprise. No, it was more of a choke, a silent scream, a gasp. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have a sister, I think you’re mistaken.’ I said as I tried to step around her but she grabbed my arm and pulled me to a stop; forcing me to sigh and turn to her.
‘You don’t seem surprised Kimberly. Is there something you’re not telling me? And just remember that I can tell when people lie.’
‘I don’t seem surprised because it’s not true and I know it’s not. Now if you don’t mind me going…’ I tried to pull out of her grip but my arm didn’t budge.
‘You’ve known this whole time haven’t you? And you have just stood there and watched Avery from a distance, letting her suffer in thinking her family abandoned her and that they didn’t love her. That’s cruel.’ She said as she roughly let go of my hand.
‘Just stay out of my life, and don’t you dare say any of this to Avery because you may as well be telling her a lie as you have no proof yet nor do you have my permission. It’s all a lie OK? And also just remember my family business is just that, my family business.’ I spat as I stalked away.
What right did a stranger have to call me cruel and to judge me for doing what I was doing? Because hey, I had my reasons.
‘Intrusive cow.’ I muttered as this whole issue was getting to my head.
‘Avery, was it Kimberly?’ I heard that familiar voice ask as I rounded the corner but stopped in my tracks and backed up a bit.
‘N-no… don’t worry.’ Avery said softly as I heard her sob into the hug.
‘Why are you protecting her? She has done nothing but hurt you ever since she has come to this school. She doesn’t deserve anyone’s sympathy or protection.’ Cole said.
But he was right; I couldn’t hold that against him. I had done nothing but hurt Avery and I honestly didn’t disserve her protection. They may hate me but (although I could keep saying this and nobody would still believe me) I had my reasons.
‘Just drop it C-Cole.’ She stuttered.
‘How can i? I have my girlfriend crying here in my arms and I have to stand back and watch painfully as I can’t do anything about it.’ He said.
Why did I feel so bad? I didn’t understand these new feelings. All I could do was guess them to be shame and guilt.
‘I’m s-sorry.’ She whispered.
‘It’s not your fault Av; it’s not your fault.’ He repeated softly.
I tried to compose myself and took those needed steps to reveal myself and tried to ignore their eyes as they turned to me. I put one foot in front of the other to keep myself stable.
‘What? No snarky comments? No sarcastic remarks? Not even a filthy look?’ I heard Cole ask.
I looked over to them ‘No.’ I simply said as I hurried my walk until I was out of their sight.
And Avery thought her life was hard…
I sighed.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the situation I had built for myself. I could have been normal (if only) and told Avery from the start. Or I could pretend I didn’t know… but what would the chance be in her “long-lost” sister showing up to the same High School she was attending? Yeah, not likely.
And there was also the issue with what Avery will do when she finds out about us, if there even was an “us”. She would most likely deny it like the stubborn kid she was (but hey, I wonder where she got it from?) because I haven’t been the kindest person to her… The truth was I’ve just been trying to push her away, not wanting to come in terms with the fact that this 18 year old girl was my realsister and the only person I had. I wasn’t usually that cruel, mean, horrible (you get the drift) but Avery; or well her situation or should I say “our” situation was frustrating. But there was also Cole. I didn’t even like him in that way… like I would (aside from his good looks). My life, the lack of attention and care I had received when I was a child taught me enough to know that you can’t get close to anyone or you’re bound to get hurt. There is no such thing as love. It is just an exaggeration and overstatement used for the weak. I was an accident as my mother always used to call me; I was born an individual with a hateful father who thought that Alcohol could solve everything; it could make my mother’s cheating ways go away, it could put clothes on our backs (which we were always lacking) and it could help him imagine himself the bigger man then he really was.
My mother on the other hand was a selfish, loveless, cruel person who would (at times) let my father walk all over her but then sometimes it looked as though she was the man in the relationship. She would wait up all night for him to get home and when he finally did, he wouldn’t be able to recognise us, let alone walk and talk with the amount of alcohol suffocating him. She had a habit of flirting, screwing and then never speaking to the many guys she slept with.
So you see how it is, my father blamed my mother, my mother blamed my father; it was honestly a no-win situation with me being constantly pushed away and left to care for myself. Hence the reason I couldn’t and wouldn’t let my little sister get born into a world with no care and a messed up family.
But of course I was only 4, my opinion didn’t matter but I guess even at the age of 18, my opinion still didn’t even matter. It all turned out for the best though as Avery too was an accident and my mother didn’t give a damn about anyone but herself which is the reason she dumped her at that adoption agency. But I could tell Avery affected her, I thought once she was dumped that would be that but as I grew older, my mother grew more distant and preserved. But she was still the obnoxious, selfish cow she had always been but now she was more secretive than ever. My father started changing too but it was more noticeable for him. He started to not eat, he never slept and then he too started getting more secretive and distant until one day, he killed himself. I was nine and I remember it “as though it was yesterday”.
I had just turned nine and out of the blue, my father decided to take me to school. I jumped to the opportunity as it was the first time he had come out of his room in a couple of months and it was also the first time he had ever wanted to spend time with me. I was just that little girl who would do anything for her father’s affection.
In the car, he had told me he loved me and that he would miss me. He kept blabbing on and on and I couldn’t understand him at all, all the things he was saying; none of it made sense to me. I didn’t give it a second thought and I was happy for the first time in my life because of the attention I was getting from him. I said goodbye to him and I loved him too and I would see him after school and then he told me he would always be in here and that’s when he pointed to me heart.
I was happy for the rest of the day until I came home. My mother was sitting, facing a little bare corner in my lounge room, not speaking, not crying, beholding no emotion what’s-so-ever. I asked her what was wrong but she didn’t even look at me; it was as though she was in her own world. I thought it was strange but it wasn’t too out of the ordinary and I went in search for my father as I had been thinking about the mornings events all day.
I went to his room and realized the door was open. I peeked around the corner and didn’t understand what I was seeing so I completely opened the door and stood in the doorway as in front of me, lying in the middle of the room was my father with a gun in his hand. Blood was everywhere.
I screamed and screamed and screamed for what felt like forever until we started getting complaints and the police came and you could image the shock they got with the scene displayed for them.
Life got that much more complicated when my father committed suicide. I couldn’t forgive him for leaving me with this terrible, bitter person that was meant to be my mother and what’s worse is that she got worse and worse until she began to never speak and I rarely saw her. I didn’t know if she was always in her room or just if she was never home… but either way I was left without a mother and father.
And you can see how that made me turn out like I am. It’s not that I’m a bitch and I’m hateful but I need that attention that I lacked getting when I was a child. And there was also the fact that I couldn’t get attached to people, I was always distant and I don’t think anyone knew the real me.
And as for my mother in current times you ask? I haven’t spoken to her since I finished high school as I went straight to university, doing anything I could to avoid her for the rest of my life and I knew this was the only way.
She could be dead right now, in hospital or even turned mental and I wouldn’t know a thing.
But I couldn’t care less about my cow of a mother or my selfish father… I had the present to worry about and my future to work on.
I was just glad that Avery hadn’t come into the family when she was meant to… it would have ruined everything for her. Somehow I think getting raped and bashed would be better than being born into a loveless family, living with the weight of our parent’s hatred for as long as we live.
So you see, I had my reasons and Avery and Cole can hate me all they want; the whole world can hate me all they want but life is stupid, worthless and pointless and I couldn’t have asked for things to turn out better than they have (in the end result that is).
Cole Ford’s POV
Tuesday morning came as I got up off my bed and went to my closet to find clothes before heading to the shower.
After 15 minutes, I was out of the shower and changed. I let out a satisfied sigh as I watched Avery sleep soundlessly in my bed.
She had had a rough day yesterday with the whole Kimberly issue again. I was honestly sick of her and her crap. Didn’t she know all the things Avery had been through?
I softly kissed Avery on the forehead and she stirred the slightest bit. I took my essentials with me as I gently shut the Cabin door behind me.
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I watched as all my students took a seat at their seats as it was now first period.
My British accent sounded through the classroom. ‘Class, since end of semester, two week holidays will be on in around two weeks and most of this semester has been practical lessons, we will be doing a bit of theory work. Take out your music booklets and attempt to answer questions from page 2-3 and then make sure you have a great understanding of the way music changed from 1950’s to our modern times.’ I concluded as I waked over and sat at my desk.
‘I’d also like to see Mr Jones after class.’ I added, not even looking his way.
I finally managed to look up and I realized Meghann was eagerly talking to Avery and Ivy whilst they were attempting to do their work. Avery didn’t seem like she was fully there but tried to concentrate on Meghann’s words but her life’s dramas were getting in the way.
She looked beautiful today. Like usual.
She was wearing:
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And her beautiful, long, wavy hair was let loose. Her hair colour was beginning to change, I think it was because of the sun. It was starting to lighten and looked more like a blonde colour then anything now.
As for Kiren, he was seated a couple of seats across and was looking out at space with a distant look in his eyes.
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‘Kiren! Now…’ I ordered as the bell had just gone and I could tell Kiren was about to leg it.
He sulkily came up to my desk ‘What?’ he asked sharply.
I waited until everyone was out of the room before I spoke. ‘Now you listen to me Mr Jones, Avery has been worried sick about you and you are darn lucky I haven’t told her about you yet. And if you don’t begin to behave, I will be forced to tell the school about you and your junky “friends”.’
He looked highly amused. ‘You’ll tell the school about me?-‘ he laughed ‘-Not if I tell the school about you first.’
Great, now the kid was blackmailing me…
‘You do realize that hurting me will hurt Avery just as bad and if you inform the school, not only will I get fired but Avery will get expelled and it will completely ruin her future.’
‘Then I guess there is no need to tell the school about me is there?’
I stood up and walked over to him until we were face-to-face. I was only a head or so, taller than him as he was very tell for his age. ‘Do not blackmail me Kiren Jones. Neither of us will come out of it any better than we went in.’
‘Oh yeah?’ he asked with a smirk.
‘What happened to you?’ I asked almost to myself.
‘I grew up, that’s what happened.’
‘If this is you grown up, I fear for the world and the people in it. You have turned juvenile and immature and this is by no means fair to the people around you that you decided to do so.’
‘Words, words and more words. Blah, blah, blah…’
‘Go.’ I said simply as I was on the urge of punching him in the nose and I honestly didn’t need that.
‘What? Don’t want to fight me?’ he attempted to make me snap but I wasn’t falling into his trap.
‘Get out of here Kiren!’ I yelled. I watched how he flinched and hung his head before he regained himself.
‘Whatever.’ He said as he walked out the door, leaving me as confused as ever in his tracks.
This situation/issue was basically screaming my name… I had to do something.
Avery Blake’s POV
‘I can’t go Meghann… I c-can’t.’ I sulked to Meghann as we were now late to English.
‘Has something happened again? Oh it doesn’t matter, you can tell me later. We’re going.’ She said the last part like it was final.
‘Do I really have a choice?’ I asked.
‘Come on.’ Meghann said as she pushed me into the classroom first. I stumbled and every eye turned on me.
‘Sorry Miss, we were… uh… at the bathroom.’ She lied. Everyone was satisfied and turned back around but Miss Fletcher’s eyes remained on us.
‘See me after class girls.’ She said softly before turning back and continuing with the class.
The rest of the period went by slowly. English use to be my favourite subject if there ever was one but now this cow came along and ruined everything.
The bell sounded throughout the halls of Northern Bay and for everyone else that meant freedom and lunch but for me and Meghann it meant torture.
We slowly made our way to the front. ‘What do you want?’ I asked rudely.
‘Sweethearts, tardiness isn’t a good quality. Why were you late?’ she asked, but it somehow sounded more genuine if she even possessed such a quality.
‘We were at the bathroom.’ Meghann answered.
‘Meghan, you may go, I would like to have a quick word to Miss Blake for a second.’
Meghann looked over at me with a questioning look. I simply nodded as she turned around ‘I’ll um see you at lunch then I guess.’ She said as she walked out the door, leaving me with this thingalone.
‘Why were you late?’ she asked again.
‘Don’t trust me? Good thing… well I was petrified to come to English today because I knew you’d be here and you make my life that much harder. When I talk or even see you, you bring out the worst in me and make all this new anger and hatred rise up in me. I just hate you!’ I almost yelled as I turned away and began to walk away.
‘Avery… come back.’
I turned to face her as I reached the doorway. ‘Why? So you can tell me you hate me? Tell me I’m a bad person? Yell at me or even convince me I’m not in love and my life is just as bad as I think it is? Because if you are, I don’t want to hear it.’
‘No… I wasn’t…’ she trailed.
‘Bullshit.’ I said as I turned away and left.
The anger that was inside of me was making my cheeks boil. I leaned against a wall and tried to control myself.
At least this time she hadn’t insulted me, Cole or my pathetic life… surprisingly enough.
Why hadn’t she retorted and come back with a whole bunch of come backs like she usually did? Why was her whole character different today? Why wasn’t she the usual bitchy, cow I knew she was?
All these questions were drifting round in my mind, going unanswered. And the only thing I could do was imagine.
LetMeThink0:
Hey, hope you guys liked it.. i am COMPLETELY stuck on what to do next... Is it just me or is Avery and Cole's relationship boring now? Please comment (if you want) and give me any idea's what to do to their relationship... anything will be appricated =] x