Our dark place

Chapter 7: Fighting

Chapter 7

Odette

I haven't decided how I feel about this therapy class thing. Everyone who's in this are total freaks, well except Tabitha and Fisher, I don’t even know why they're here. Jesse I understand, he's a phsyco like me so I guess we belong here in one way.

It's not like we can skip any of the sessions either because the principal comes to some of them but he never ever lets us know if and when he's coming, so we have to be at every session or else he might be there when we aren't there and expel us instead.

So I guess that's why we're here right now. We're waiting to start the session and the principal is not here today. But it's too late to leave since the therapist is here and she'll tell the principal if we leave.

Jesse walks past me. Or no, he actually stops right in front of me with his back against me. I can't see a thing.

"Move away Turner", I spit.

"I'm fine right here", he says.

I growl and give him a hard push in the back. He flies forwards but stops himself before falling. This time. He turns around looking angry at me. I stand up, challenging him to a fight.

"You'll regret that Collins", he hisses at me, walking towards me with angry steps.

"Oh I'm shaking", I tease.

"You should be", he threatens.

"Lol yeah right", I laugh mockingly. " You wish Turner, you wish".

"I'm gonna be your worst nightmare", he says.

Sorry but that spot is already taken.

"Right", I say. "You want me to punch you again? Because I will, believe me".

"Right, you punch like a little girl", Jesse says.

That's when my fists collide with Jesse’s eye. I just can’t control my anger. Maybe it’s a good thing that I’m here, I mean I do need help with my anger but I really don’t think that this class is going to help me especially much.

"Odette no", Tabitha says and tries pulling me away.

"Aarrgh I'm gonna punch you to the moon, Turner!" I say, raising my voice. I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my stomach and pull me back. Fisher. I start to thrash around to get loose to get to Jesse. "Let me go! Let me get him!" Jesse is standing there, waving to me with a sly expression. He knows I can't get to him right now. But I can see that I hit him pretty hard on his eye so that gives me a feeling of satisfaction.

"Ms. Collins!" The teacher/therapist says. "Mr. Turner, enough! I'm sickened tired of the two of you!" I stop thrashing around and Fisher lets me go. Jesse and I both look at our therapist teacher. Is she going to tell the principal now? Are we going to get expelled? "Why is it always the two of you?" She asks.

"Because he's an i***t!" I hiss.

"Pfft, I'm the i***t?!" Jesse hisses.

I look at him and be happy with myself. I gave him another black eye.

"Yes, you are! You're an i***t and the most obnoxious person at this school, nay the whole country, nay excuse me, the whole freaking world!" I shout at him.

"Says the girl who punches everyone she disagreed with!" Jesse shouts at him. "Yes that's right, you don't only punch me! What about that guy yesterday? Yes, him!"

If Jesse put as much time, trying to understand a situation before jumping to conclusions as he does being a jerk he'd know what exactly was going on yesterday. I don’t punch anyone without a reason.

"Okay I'm gonna jump in here and tell everyone whole listens that Odette only tried to protect herself, that guy actually tried to put his hand under her skirt", Fisher says. Jesse looks at him. With a look of confusion, anger, and betrayal. "What? It's true".

"Either way I don't have to explain anything to you, you get on my nerves and I beat you the hell up!" I hiss.

"Yeah? Well so do I, and I don't care if you're a girl anymore", Jesse threatens. “I have been holding back because I don’t hit girls but you may be my first”.

"Right, we all know I can take you down in a split second, I'm stronger than you pretty boy and I'll always be, now go f**k a cheerleader or a nerd or something and get out of my face", I say angrily.

"No one's going anywhere and if you both don't calm down now, I'll tell the principal about this and you both know what that means", our teacher therapist says angrily with her voice now raised. Jesse and I both look at her. We do know what it means. We'll both get expelled. I don't know about Jesse but I can't get expelled. I just can't. I already got expelled from one school and can't get expelled from another one. I sigh and cross my arms over my chest. Silent. "I don't know what I'm gonna do to the two of you, this, this thing between the two of you has to stop, God I've never seen two people more alike yet more different from each other or fight as much, and believe me I thought I had", Mrs. Collingwood says. "I'm not only speaking for myself when I say that everyone here has their own demons to battle which is why you're all here, and we're tired of you always acting out like this, hogging everyone else, I'm here to help all of you, but how can I when you two take up all my time, Mr. Turner and Ms. Collins?" We don't say anything. We're waiting for her to continue. "I'm gonna give you two a second chance because I guess I'm just that kind, and I can see that you both are two very troubled children with a hard past and has a hard time dealing with the future, so I feel sorry for you". Who the hell is she to feel sorry for me? I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me. "I want the two of you to start getting along better, think of something to talk about next class, something that explains who you are, that way you can get a better understanding of each other". Jesse and I both start to object, shouting that we do not what to. "Would you rather I go talk to the Principal? Because that’s the other option". Jesse and I fall silent again, of course, we don't. As much as we don't want to tell each other private things, we, or at least I, like the second option even less. "Thought so, now I don’t want you to fight one more time in my class".

"Yes, Mrs. Collingwood?" I say and my arms fall down at my sides. I feel defeated.

"Thank you”, Mrs. Collingwood says. “And after next class, I want to talk to you and Mr. Turner in private, I want to help you? But you have to let me help you, otherwise it’s pointless".

“Yes Mrs. Collingwood”, Jesse says, he also looks defeated. There is no use talking back to Mrs. Collingwood right now. I don’t want to be expelled one more time.

I take a seat and prepare myself to listen to other student's problems. I don’t like this therapy class but it could be helpful. I think.