Amory's POV
I woke up today feeling cranky, irritated even. My head was hurting given the kind of headache it is currently going through, an aftermath of the party last night. I was annoyed beyond measure at Kale, who left me with not so much as a word and went to the chapel to do what... He knelt down before a stone statue and stared till sundown, and still he did not speak to me after he was done. What does he think he is anyway... He's always praying; one way or the other, he just had to involve God in his daily activities. It annoyed me more; it just does not make sense. Why does he pray anyway? I doubt he has any problems with his grade, or could it be finances? It doesn't really matter anyway; kneeling down before a cross to stare or pray is never going to help him anyway. God doesn't help anyone; it's that simple. When will people realize this? God doesn't help anyone; simply put, he doesn't give a flying finger about what happens to us here on earth.
I sat at the dining table, trying to get breakfast and immediately leave for school. My head is already hurting; the last thing I need is my mom coming downstairs to talk to me about how things should and should not be... Hypocrite
I really hope I don't see her this morning or hear anything that will further soil my mood. God knows my patience is hanging on a thin thread right now and can snap at the slightest push.
"Amory, it took you long enough to come down."
I snorted, just my luck in life... Talk about the devil and she will appear. My mouth was stuffed with a sandwich; I neither said anything nor acknowledged her presence
"Amory, about last night..."
I raised my head and openly glared at her, making the message clear: "Don't even think about nagging me about getting drunk yesterday."
She just narrowed her eyes at me before sitting back down and crossing her leg before she tapped on the table, sliding a picture to me. I looked at it and frowned before looking at her.
"Why did you do that, Amory?"
"Because you asked me to," I said while looking at her like she's a fool, which I think she is. I pushed the disgusted face of the injured man away from my food.
"I told you to blackmail him and get him to transfer the rights to his entire fortune to me, not assault and humiliate him."
"Is that really what you're worried about right now, huh?" I said, now standing up, my mood now more soured at the mention of that sick pedophile.
"When you're asked to do something, how about actually doing it strictly the way you were told?"
She pinned me with that annoying stare
"Do you even know what kind of person he is? Do you know what he does? If it were up to me, I'd put a bullet down his throat."
She just slouched back on the chair she's sitting on.
"What is it, Amory? What do you think he did?"
Her nonchalance was getting under my skin; looking at her posture right now, I just want to put a bullet down her throat.
"He's a pedophile, Velda; he sleeps with and rapes young children that are young enough to be his grandchildren."
I expected to see her shout, gasp, or even look shocked, but alas! She isn't; she just stood up looking at me, not even the least bit surprised.
"Okay, so do you have the videos or clips of whatever you saw? Is it on your computer?"
I continue to stare at her in silence.
"Answer me, Amory, where are the videos of what you saw?" she said, now growing impatient.
"You're not even surprised ... You knew, right?? "You knew about what he was doing," I said, sounding more disgusted than intended to be.
"Amory, calm down. I know he's not a good person; that was why I asked you to blackmail and ruin him for good. I mean, he got what he deserves. You can't keep those videos to use against him in the future."
I shook my head in disbelief. " No he didn't, he didn't get what he deserved, that man deserves to die " I screamed, feeling the repercussions as I felt a jolt in my forehead elevating the pain already there in the first place.
"He's my employee now; he lost everything, and he's working under me. I did it to punish him," she said, reasoning with me.
"No, you did it for yourself; you just wanted to enrich yourself more," I sneered.
"Well, if you give me the videos, there are more ways I can punish him to satiate you."
I chuckled humorlessly as I stared down at her. " No need, if there's anyone going to punish that man, it's definitely not you, don't kid yourself Mom... you don't deserve anything "
I picked my bag and stormed out of the house and into my car, if I stayed one more minute in there I would start smashing things and it's going to be on her head.
I was angry as I speed through the road, Ignoring road traffic and cussing drivers until I arrived at school, my head was throbbing by the time I entered the school, I needed to forsake this anger and find a cure for this headache but that was not easy , I needed to shout or beat someone up either way somewhere to release this anger.
I know I'm early, so class has not started, and there are very few people in school. Carmen is not in school yet; it's not like she can help me anyway. She will probably tell me shit like asking God to help my heart so I won't be angry too much... What a load of bullshit. I don't even know where I'm walking to right now. I'm too angry to check, but I can see the janitor's closet a few steps from me. Maybe I'll stay there and cool off... But luck isn't always on my side anyway.
"Ahhhh!!!!" I screamed in anguish, cursing heaven and every crawling thing on earth as I bent to hold my leg that hit an iron bar on the floor....
"What the fuck!!" I screamed at the sight of my injured leg, blood seeping out of my white socks, tainting the materials.
I felt sizzling pain as the place throbbed... I am literally crying right now, not to mention my head that feels like it's about to explode. No one was even in sight to help me to the nurse's office. I stood up and groaned as another jolt of pain went through me. I think I'm about to pass out...
I limped to the nurse's office... every step is a hard chore... I just shouldn't have come to school today. I just hope I don't need to look for Ms. Beckley today like always...
And... she's not there. The place is open, but she's not in sight. I limped to the bed and sat down, breathing heavily, trying not to focus on my throbbing leg...
I was cussing every second that passed... Until someone shifted the curtains at the other side, so someone is here after all.
I looked up to see Kale staring at me with wide eyes. I met his gaze, and he ducked before quickly adjusting his eye... I think he's putting on contact lenses. Where are his glasses?? I looked around him to find the shattered glass on the floor.
I snorted... looks like I'm not the only one having a bad day.
He turned, now facing me fully. "Ugh... Are you alright?"
He looked from my face down to my feet, and he gasped in horror, moving quickly to kneel before my feet.
"What happened?" he asked while his hands worked with taking off my sandals and socks, muttering sorry whenever he mistakenly brushed against the wound. He examined it before standing up.
"Can you clean the wound?" He nodded and moved briskly to the first aid box lying on the table, searching around till he found what he was looking for, and walked back to me, now on his knees again.
"This will hurt a bit," then stretched out his left hand. "Grab onto my hand if it hurts too much."
I nodded, and he poured a liquid on the wound, and I instinctively grabbed his outstretched left hand. I clenched my right hand and bit my lips when he started cleaning the cut to stifle the cry that was threatening to break out of my lips. The entire process was unbearably painful, but I soon relaxed, and the pain eased in his endless sea of sorrys.
I was still holding his hand even after he wrapped the cut.
"It's not that deep; it should probably heal in a couple of days," he said and stood up. Now towering over me, he came closer, staring at me, and his free hand moved to brush the stray hair out of my face. "You still look pale. Does it still hurt anywhere?" When I didn't answer, he bent over my face.
"Do I need to call the nurse?" he asked again, studying my face to detect the problem. I cleared my patched throat.
" I'm thirsty" he moved to the table to get me a glass of water which I downed immediately feeling a bit better, but the throbbing in my head still persisted
" Is it okay now" he asked still studying me
"I have a headache." He stared at me for a few seconds before his expression changed, and he quickly moved to his bag to get something and came back with a little bottle.
"Eli said you went to a party last night and you were drunk."
I took the small bottle.
"It's a hangover drink; it will relieve the headache," he said. I was still looking at the bottle, wondering why he bought me this, and he took it from my hand, opened it, and offered it back to me. I took it from him and drank the entire contents.
"You need to rest." I nodded but still remained in the same position. He suddenly moved to raise my leg, the other hand at the back of my head. He raised me effortlessly before gently keeping me in the bed and adjusting my leg...
I know I had a lot to think about, like why he took such great care of me, or why he is so gentle, or how he sounded while treating me, but for some reason I can only relax and look at his angelic face... My previous anger was forgotten and the pain eased, I just focused on the gentle stroke of his fingers on my hair till I fell asleep.