A Virgin's First Love

I burst out of the classroom and ran down the hall towards the girls' toilet. I could hear footsteps behind me. I just assumed it was a teacher on their way to class. There was no one else in the toilets, but I still locked myself in a stall. The door creaked open slowly, and someone came in. I forced myself to stop crying, I didn't need anyone to know I was in here crying like a baby. "Bronte?" a deep masculine voice called out with uncertainty. "What the f**k?" "I just wanted to make sure you're okay," "This is the female toilets!" I yelled. "You know, you shouldn't say that these days." he chuckled "Can you please leave me alone?" I begged. "Why?" "Because I don't need anyone seeing me cry, I'm already embarrassed enough. it's not funny." I wiped my face and fanned my eyes hoping to reduce the redness. "I don't think it's funny either," "Well, why would you care!" I scoffed and shook my head. I didn't have time for arseholes who like to take the piss. "I don't know why I care," "Who are you?" I asked as I stared at the ground in front of my stall, I could see the ends of light blue jeans and a pair of black and white Nike's. "Neo," Neo? There was no way he cared about me, he dosent care about anything. I heard he shot one of his friends last year. He was that guy, the one that the teachers are even scared of. "Please just go away," "I can't," he sat down on the disgusting grey linoleum floor. "Please just leave me alone! I don't need this." I sighed. I needed to leave but I didn't want to open the door to Neo. "I just want to help." "You can't help," I rolled my eyes. "Try me," I heard him light a cigarette. "I have a s**t family, that's all." "Well, how about you come hang out with me for a bit? forget about em." he suggested. "Don't be stupid." I couldn't imagine hanging out with someone like him. "I'm not, why can't you come for drive with me?" "Umm, because you're most likely just saying that to play a cruel joke on me or you're going to murder me." I heard him laughing. "It's not a joke," he seemed serious. "Then why are you laughing?" "Come on, just come for a drive with me." He coaxed. "No," I finally mastered up the courage to open the door, "I'm going home, I'll only be missing my last class of the day anyway." it was just art class. As the stall door swung open, I was confronted by a pair of golden eyes and an evil self-assured smirk. "I can drive you home then," He followed me out of the toilets and down the hallway. "No thanks," I kept walking. "Why not, I told you I'm not joking." he strode beside me easily while I hurried to keep in front of him. "My parents told me not to talk to strangers, or take rides from them." Out the corner of my eye I saw him shake his head, his bleached blonde tips falling around his perfect face. He finally left me alone once I left the school gates. But when I looked back he was standing there, watching me, waving. As I walked home I thought about his arrogant smirk. I hated him, I'd never be so stupid as to get in a car with him. When I finally arrived home I found the front door wide open and the car was gone. Closing the door behind me I realised there was crying coming from upstairs. I made my way upstairs and followed the crying to my room. It was Aj, sitting his bassinet in my room. Mum had left a note on my bed. "Hey, I just needed to go grab some stuff be back soon xoxo." I scoffed, knowing exactly what she needed to get. Picking up Aj I headed back downstairs to make him a bottle. Hopefully mum would be back sooner rather than later. By mid night I realised she wasn't going to come home so I went to bed with Aj in the room with me. "Your w***e!" I woke to banging coming from downstairs, Aj woke and began crying. I held him up against my chest to try and quieten him while I cracked my bedroom door open trying to figure out what was going on now. I could mum and a man's voice yelling in, maybe, the lounge room or the entrance. Something about owing money. I knew not to go down there, it'd only make things worse, I just needed to get Aj to stop crying. But that became increasingly more difficult as the noise downstairs got worse. Windows smashed, holes where punched into walls and doors torn from their hinges. When at last it all stopped I still stayed in my room for an extra twenty minutes before I went down to see the end result. the photos on the staircase were all shattered and broken, the stained glass front door had been smashed in. I wandered into the kitchen to see mum laying on the floor covered in blood, sobbin, beside a very still man. "Mum?" I looked her up and down seeing small cuts and bruises but nothing that could explain the enormous puddle of blood her and the man laid in. "Get out!" she screeched and moved to swipe at me, when she did I noticed a knife, a very large kitchen knife, the kind you use to cut through a wo hole chicken carcass. The knife was in the man's side. I tried to run by mum got up, "No! you can't take him!" she glared at me and lunged forward snatching Aj from my arms. I didn't know what else to do so I ran down the road to the pay phone. "Hello, do you need fire, ambulance, or police?" A young women's voice chirped. "I don't know, maybe ambulance and police." "Can you tell me about the situation?" "My mum had a fight with a man, he's got a knife stuck in him, someone needs to come help him!" I sobbed.