I Am Happy... - Evil Angel97 (essential reading TXT) 📗

I got into the middle of it and just laid down. I heard him follow me down. After a minute his shadow fell across me. 

"Yes. Okay? Yes." I could feel the tears threatening to make their way out. "I'd had a horrible day at school. Everybody in my house was being ignorant because I had come out. Nobody wanted me around. I used to have friends. Okay? But, I lost them all. I used to have a boyfriend too. You know who that was? That prick who threw the eggs and water at me. He ditched me. My friends ditched me." By this point I was bawling. Isaac sunk down to the ground beside me. 

"I just got so sick of it all. Nobody wanted me around. They all told me, even my parents, that I would be better off dead. Because I was a freak. Nobody wanted me around. The first time I cut, it felt good. It felt like I finally had control over something. I knew what I wanted. So, I tried overdosing. My younger sister found me on the floor. They rushed me to the hospital. I woke up with nobody there. Nobody. They thought that I had been a drop off by somebody who didn't want to deal with me. Okay? I had to walk home when I was released. And the frist thing my parents told me when I walked in the door was that the dishes needed to be done and that the trash needed taken out. 

"I tried talking to them. But they just didn't want to hear it. Mark told me that I needed help. All my friends told me they didn't want to be caught hanging around with some suicidal maniac. So, what did I get? Nothing. The second that they knew what I was then-" He had kept silent, but Isaac cut me off right there.

"What you were? You're not a what. Or an it. Or a thing. You are a human being. Casey, don't you udnerstand that?" He was sitting in front of me now. I looked at him and saw that look again. A look of pity. 

"If you think that, then go tell everybody at school. Everybody in my house. Fuck Isaac. They don't want me here. None of them do. And I bet you that by the end of the week, you're going to be fed up with me. You're going to get tired of being known as 'Schizo's friend'. You're going to get labeled a freak too. And so you're going to leave."

He looked at me like I had just insulted him. "I'm not going to leave. Ever. Come here." He had his arms opened up. I sat up and he pulled me over so he was holding me in his lap. He started rocking back and forth. I felt like a child. But I felt safe.

"I'm not going to leave. I've only known you for a few hours. But I can tell you that much. I'm not ever going to leave. Even when you scream at me. Even when you tell me thate you hate me. Even if you tell me to leave you alone. Do you understand me? You're a beautiful girl. And if I wasn't gay, you'd be my first pick for a girlfriend." By now he was murmurring these things in my ear. I felt him start to lay back so I was still wrapped up in his arms, but so that he wasn't in such an awkward position. 

I turned so my face was hidden in his shirt so he couldn't see the tears running down my face. I felt him brushing my hair back on my head and that's when he started humming. No particular song. Just humming. But I didn't want a song. I didn't care. I just wanted to be in a safe place. And I finally was. After two long years, somebody finally did the one thing that I'd wanted for so long. 

Somebody made me feel safe. Made me feel loved. Made me feel like I didn't have to try and kill myself. Made me feel like a person again. Until I heard the car doors slamming and the laughter. And that one voice. That one distinguishable voice. My worst nightmare had come back to haunt me. And it wasn't leaving easily this time.

Nightmares

I immediatly shrunk against Isaac. He looked up at the people and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry. It's just a bunch of college kids. Nobody from school." I just shook my head and said, "It doesn't matter. I know one of them. I don't want him anywhere near me. Keep him away from me." He just nodded and wrapped an arm around me protectively. The other one reaching for something behind him.

"Hey Casey! Long time no see! How's Jason doing? Haven't seen him sense he ditched us here last time." I glared at him knowing full well that he knew where Jason was. "Hey, see you got yourself a friend there. Don't worry, man. Not gonna trespass on your territory. All ready been there once. Although it might be kind of fun to make a return trip."

I tensed up at the last remark. I heard a voice in my ear. "What is he talking about? He's too old for you." I just shook my head and shrunk even more. By now both arms were around me and he was shifting himself so that if needed he could let go of me and get in front of me quickly. 

"Oh, come on Case. Don't you want to have some fun? I'm sure my buddies would give us some private time. Your friend there, though, I'm not so sure. Would you have a problem with that buddy?" The next sound I heard was not human. "You fucking come near her, and you will be picking up your teeth for a week. Understand? Or do I need to demonstrate?" The response to this was laughing. I opened my eyes only to see that he had moved closer to me.

I was getting ready to get up and run but with Isaac's arms around my waist I couldn't. I turned to him and whispered, "Let me up. I'll be fine. Promise." He looked unsure, but let me go anyways. I stood slowly wiping my remaining tears off of my face.

"Okay, Tyler. Here's how it's going to be. You're going to leave me the fuck alone, or I'm going to turn you in. Don't think I don't still have that scar. And the bathing suit. It's torn. And I took picutres of the bruises." He didn't even flinch. Just kept smiling. I could hear Isaac coming up behind me. He kept his distance this time, though. I could hear him breathing quickly. 

"Oh really? I'd like to see that. It'd be fun to go another round in the water though. What do you think?" He started walking towards me until he was mere inches from my face. "Try it, you little bitch. I'll just tell everybody that you're bi and that you tried killing yourself. Don't think I haven't kept up on the news." What I did next probably wasn't the wisest thing I'd ever done. But I didn't care. I spit in his face then stepped on his toes. He went to swing at me, but the next thing I heard was a fist, I assumed Isaac's, connecting very solidly with Tyler's nose and jaw.

"I told you that you touch her, you'd be picking up teeth." He grabbed my hand and led me back to the truck. Helping me in, I saw Tyler literally picking up teeth. At least five. Damn. 

"Would you like to explain to me what made you think that it was a good idea to spit in his face? Especially since he's at least a foot taller than you. And could have easily broken you in half like a tooth pick."

I didn't know what to say other than, "I was getting tired of him. He's one of the reasons why I have so many problems. I wasn't going to let him intimidate me again." I turned to look at him and waited for an answer. When none came I continued on to the truck. 

"You mind letting me in? I'd like to get out of here before he regains his senses. Although with that hit he just took I think he might be out of it for a while..." He just laughed and hit the lock button on his keys. Opening the door I looked back to Tyler and his group of friends. The guys were talking to him. The girls were screeching. He was just standing there looking confused. 

"You know, if you keep getting yourself into trouble, I might have to put out a fee on being a body guard. Just saying." I rolled my eyes and sat back in the seat. He started laughing. When he started the truck I opened my eyes just in time to see Tyler glaring at me. Great. Maybe it would be a good idea to put Isaac on body guard duty after all. 

"So, are we going back to your house? Or do you want to come over to mine?" I looked at him and thought. If I went back to my house I'd get asked why my eyes were red and puffy. And why I snuck out of the house. If I went over to his house I'm going to have a very awkward confrontation with his parents. But, they also wouldn't condemn me if they found out about any of the shit that's going on with me.

"Your house. I'm not ready to go back to mine yet. I usually get in late anyways. It's really nothing new to me. Considering I've been locked out for days at a time." I relaxed into the seat and looked out the window as we drove back into town. He was concentrating on street signs when he suddenly hit the brakes. 

"Damn. Uhhh... I think we might have company..." I looked behind us and saw the jeep that Tyler had been in with his friends. I sunk down low into the seat and said, "What's your address? I've spent enough time wandering the streets that I know this town like the back of my hand." 

"I live on Fillmore. No clue what the exact address is. But I'll know the house when I see it."

I brought up the mental map of the town I had in my head and thought. "Okay. Go straight two blocks. Turn right go for one. Then double back around and head straight until you see your house." He looked confused at first but just shrugged his shoulders and hit the gas. I sunk lower into the seat and watched street signs making sure he was going the right way. 

"Okay. I see my house. They're still following us. Hold on." He pulled out a phone and started pushing random keys. When he set it back down he looked at me. I must have looked purely terrified because he just said, "It's fine. I was texting my dad to meet us outside. He knows you're with me. Just this way that ass hole won't try anything because there'll be witnesses."

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