Grounded
807 Words
To hear that these two guys I barely know want to be friends is mindblowing. I'm usually strong and hold back my emotions, but I couldn't hold back my tears. All I wanted since Bianca abandoned me was to make new friends. It was always difficult though because I have trust issues because of her. Bianca's status in the school was enough to make anything she said a rule basically. So, when she started bullying me, everyone did one of two things. They either completely ignored me or they would try and bully me as well. This went on for years and the bullying died down as I didn't give them the reaction they hoped for. I would just let them say what they wanted and not argue back. Simply ignoring everyone and walking away was my solution for many years.
My mind reels back to reality when I feel Cameron's hands cupping my face and wiping my tears away with his thumbs. Looking over at Brandon, he also looks concerned.
I begin to tell them everything when halfway through my story, there's a loud banging on the front door.
"OPEN UP THIS DAMN DOOR! KYLIE, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!"
My eyes widen in horror at the sound of Richard's voice. The two brothers look at me with a look I can't comprehend.
"Do you know who that is?" Brandon asks as he stands up.
"Unfortunately, yes. It's my stepfather."
The yelling and banging on the door continues.
"I should get that before he breaks the glass." I look at Cameron and gesture for him to get up from the booth so that I can get out.
He looks over at Brandon and they nod to each other. Camron refuses to get up, so I duck under the table and crawl to the other side.
"Kylie! Where are you going?" I don't answer him and instead make my way to the door where Brandon is.
The second he opens the door, Richard storms inside and wraps a hand around Brandon's throat.
"RICHARD! LET GO OF HIM!" I had never seen him act like this and I would be lying if I said I wasn't terrified.
"DID THIS ASSHOLE TOUCH YOU?" Richard asks me but never takes his eyes off Brandon.
"What? No! Please, let go of him!" I plead with tears streaming down my face. Cameron finally walks over calmly as if his brother isn't in danger.
"Richard, is it? I highly recommend you let go of my brother before the police arrive. "
Letting out a humorless laugh, Richard finally looks over at me and Cameron.
"Go ahead. Call the cops. You guys will be the ones getting arrested for kidnapping and touching a minor."
"WHAT?!" We both exclaim. My voice was in a panic while Cameron's came out as a laugh and surprise.
I keep glancing back to Brandon who I now realize isn't in real pain. He's...faking it. What the hell is going on? His throat is being squeezed and his chest is rising and falling at a normal pace.
"I work here! Today was my first day. I should have called Mom to let her know. Sorry. Let's just go home."
I let out a deep sigh of relief when he finally lets go of Brandon.
"Get in the car. NOW!" With one last look at the brothers, I head outside with Richard.
The car speeds out of the parking lot and we are home within a minute. I go to open the door, but Richard locks it.
"Kylie, what the hell do you think you're doing with your life? You are rich, and you decided to get a job at a bakery? Why?"
He places a hand on my lap, and I quickly slap it away.
"Will you ever stop being such a b***h? Just... get inside. You're grounded for a week."
I bite my tongue to hold back my laughter. I'm going to be 18 in a few more days and will be out of the hell hole. What is his definition of grounded? Staying locked away in my room? Gladly.
Unlocking the door, I rush inside the house and up to my room.
After a quick shower, I change into pajamas and plop into bed. Did Mom even try to call me to see where I was?
"Pfft. I doubt she even noticed you weren't home after school."
I snap my head to the side so quickly, I'm surprised it didn't fall off. Quietly getting up from my bed, I search my room for the source of the voice. This is the second time I heard her voice today and I'm starting to freak out.
After a thorough search, I have come to a conclusion. I am going insane. The sooner I get out of this place, the better.
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