Leroy Wouldn't Hurt Me This Way

Let's hurt tonight - One Republic

Sad, sounds childish, like something flimsy, something one should be able to cast off with a happy reflection or with at least a smile. It sits inside like the seed of depression, just waiting for the right condition to grow, to send out roots to choke the hope of your heart.

Sadness and internal pain was what I felt when Leroy passed me by this morning, not even sparing me a glance. I had woken up early so I could get to school and be the first and maybe only person to wish him a happy return. Just as I stood in front of the gate, I plastered a grin on my face the moment I saw his mom's beetle pull up in front of the school. He got out with gray loose hoodie and black jeans on. He never wore dark colored clothes and that drew my attention. His expression was emotionless and dull.

"Leroy!" I jumped, "welcome back." I smiled at him. He walked past me like I never existed with the same look etched on his face. Why did he do that? What's wrong?

"Leroy," I followed him into the school. He was walking really slow and I had to follow his pace. "What's wrong? Is it because I didn't visit you? I did okay, but I only did it late at night. Your mother didn't want me around you so I had to sneak in to-"

"Don't you dare finish that Edana! Isn't that what your real name is, at least that's what he calls you," he turned around and smirked coldly at me before walking away. I stood there shocked and unable to move an inch as students kept bumping into me angrily. I gulped in nervousness of losing a friend and walked to class when the bell rang.

So here I was, standing in front of the males bathroom, waiting for Leroy. I had followed him from class and he was in here. I leaned against the wall, my right leg shaking in anticipation.

"What are you doing here?" He asked and I stood up on my full height and stood in front of him trying to look intimidating. Even if it took force, I would do anything to get Leroy back.

"What is going on?" I asked him and he dipped his hands in his pockets, something he would never do.

He snorted, "like you don't know what's going on."

"Please talk to me." I reached for his arms but he shrugged me off. That hurt.

"I know about everything, the woman you killed. The man in the club. You're working for Kai," he shrugged and my jaw dropped. How the hell did he know everything?

"I'm doing this for all of you. I'm protecting you all from him-"

"Then why did I get shot? You aren't doing a shit and you know that. You're just a murderer who needs help. It's in your blood. Killing people is the only thing you know how to do. You're an ugly murderer!" He yelled in my face and I was taken aback by his words. My brain stutters for a moment as my mind took in the words. My eyes and lips were frozen. "Stay the hell away from me you freak, your adoptive mother died because murdering is in you." He shoved me away and walked off. I looked up at his back, eyes blurry and filled with unshed tears, Alex was beside him. My legs moved away, on its own. I had never felt so alone, so lost.... So incapable of thinking. I found the empty gym and walked over to the bleachers. I sat there, as I felt my heart crackling like glass, spreading its pieces throughout my body. It felt as if my dark world had gotten darker, like a big curtain pulled across the dark gray clouds.

I bit my tongue, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to leave my eyes. And that was when I couldn't hold them back anymore. First, one small crystal bead escaped my left eye. I could feel the warmth, sliding down my cheek and rolling under my chin. Then another, and another, until the tears burst fourth like water from a dam, spilling down my face and cleansing my hot cheeks. The sadness drained through me rather than over my skin. As I cried, my bottom lip quivered, the same as a baby given birth to. Breathy gasps reverberated through the air.

"Here," a voice pulled me out of my sad world and I looked up, hiccuping and sniffling at the tissue paper Finneas gave me. I grabbed it greedily and wiped the salty hot tears off.

"I'm okay," my voice came out croaky and the bench dipped as he sat beside me. I had the strong urge to cry again but I blinked them off. I wouldn't cry, not in front of Finneas and show him how uglier I could become.

"He doesn't deserve your friendship," he said and I shook my head confused. I threw the tissue off and straightened my back.

"Something must have happened. It doesn't make sense, he didn't show any sign of hating me that much. Leroy wouldn't do that." I shook my head, not believing what happened. He stayed silent for a while, leaving me to think of what happened.

"Are you gonna tell me about what he said? What is going on Po? I heard everything." He asked and I stared at the ground, suddenly admiring the wooden bench. What if I told him about Noah. Would he believe me or blow up in rage and spoil everything. "It's okay if you're not in the best mood to talk. You look like you need a drink. Let's bunk this place," he stood up, giving me a hand and I pushed it off. I had to think of why Leroy said those words. And then it hit me, Leroy said I was ugly.

"If they hurt you, then I promise I will never hurt you."

He promised he would never hurt me, not intentionally or by mistake. Burning rage hissed through my body like deathly poison, demanding a release in form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting, fury sweeping off me like ferocious waves. The wrath consumed me, engulfing my morals and destroying the boundaries of loyalty.

"Let's bunk."

Please don't hate Leroy