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Chapter One- The McPsychos
Baillie
Obsessions. Everyone obsesses about something, however small or slight, we do it. Though some people can take an obsession too far. My sister for example. But mum says to ignore it. Phases come and go, she says.
So if my sister wants to obsess about a guy in school, all the power to her. I’ll continue my bleak life without getting mixed up in hers. Just heed whatever my mother says.
It was a normal school day, apart from the chilly weather. This weather was best for me, because it meant no sweating from the warm clothing I had to wear and that everyone had to wear similar garments. One of the few times I actually fit in.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t wear the overbearing clothing due to religion or a belief or heaven forbid, because it looks cool. I wear it to hide my fathers rage. Then because of his mental illness – the cause of the anger management issue- he made my mum the shell of the beautiful woman she once was. He also passed it onto my sister. Zoe. The main reason why my mum says to stay out of her way.
So now, I –the angsty gay guy nobody notices- am walking with the rest of the thawed out student population to the showers, after gym class.
I sit on a bench to wait for the other boys to get in the showers, get dressed and leave. That leaves twenty minutes of just sitting…and watching guys run around half naked. Shit. I quickly avert my eyes to the floor.
The jocks come out of the showers, towels around their waists. God I hate them. Before they started to ignore me, they made my life a living hell. I still can’t make friends, because everyone has to be like the jocks.
“…so, you guys going to that party?” Josh Taylor asks.
“I don’t know. They say anyone can go, even the dorks”
“Yeah, who’d want to go to that?”
“Come off it, they probably wouldn’t even go, knowing you’d be there” Sam Brook says. Sam Brook; the most popular guy in school. He had everyone fawning over him, because he was the ‘perfect’ man, you know; smart, funny, hot, sensitive, you get the point. There was no one he couldn’t get. His name was on every single girl’s notebooks. Even my sisters. That was her obsession: Sam Brook.
“Am I right?” My head snaps up once I realise I was being spoken too. Sam Brook, the Sam Brook was talking to me. Boy, he had a nerve! “Well? Would you go to the party, knowing these buffoons were going?” I frown.
“If it was a dire circumstance? ... Maybe” I scowl
“Hey, it’s goth boy McBay” Josh sneers. Great, now they’re not ignoring me.
“Yeah, Baillie McBay, with the alcoholic father” more jeers follow, all how my family are insane, poor, etc. I roll my eyes, they’re such idiots.
“And what is that pong? Ever heard of a shower?” with that, my jumper was pulled off, sweat pants and boxers following. Then I was hurled under a cold shower. As they ran off hollering and hooting, I felt eyes on my back. Turning I see Sam’s eyes widen as they trail down my battered body. He wasn’t used to seeing the bullying; they had always done it when he wasn’t around. But he should- would still know about it.
I scowl at him. It’s his entire fault after all. He just had to draw attention to me, didn’t he?
His eyes linger on my mutilated wrists. He goes to say something, but one of his goons calls out. He whirls around hurriedly walking away.
“Boy!” my dad shouts, storming out of the lounge room. Mum looks up, quickly assessing the situation.
“Oh hello darling!” She cries, looking at me “How about you come with me to the supermarket?” and without another word, she dragged me out of the house and to our bomb of a car. Saving my neck again.
Sam
All I could do was watch as my friends taunted the quiet boy. I had just wanted to include the guy and now they’re rubbing his life in his face, it’s not like it’s his fault.
Before I could stop them they had pulled off all his clothes and tossed him in the shower. Judging by the lack of steam, it was cold. Now that’s just cruel. Then they left him.
The boy’s ruffled dark hair clung to his pale skin. Then I froze. His body was covered with bruises, the ones on his arms looking suspiciously like fingers.
Cuts littered his wrists. The fragile Goth boy glared at me. Blame obvious in his fluorescent teal eyes.
“Sam!” Peter calls. I quickly walk away, shoving on clothes as I leave the changing rooms.
“Sam, my man! What was the hold up?” Josh cries, winking at a random girl.
“Couldn’t find my sock” I mumble, quickly smiling at a tall gangly girl with dull red hair.
That’s what we do to be popular, be nice, appealing and flirtatious. But popularity can go to people’s heads and they think they can do whatever they please, like what they did to that guy in the showers.
The red head smiles back, dropping her books as a longing look comes into her eyes. I bend down to help her when I come face to face with…myself?
My picture is all over the cover. Now that’s disturbing. The girl’s longing look becomes hungrily creepy. Making me feel like prey. She chuckles sickly. Josh thankfully comes to my rescue, yanking me by the collar then proceeds to drag me down the hallway.
“Don’t you listen to the gossip?” I shake my head “You have to watch out for her, she’s not all there apparently” he whispers in my ear. If her eyes were anything to go by, I agree.
“Sammy! You’ll never guess who I met at the supermarket today!” my mother cries happily. “Kira! You know that woman in all the younger photos of me?” Kira, my mother’s long lost childhood friend. She’s always mentioned in my mums school day stories. They were never seen apart…till they just…fell out, I guess. Didn’t have time for one another, forgot each other.
“Well anyway, I last saw her boy when he was about three, he’s only a couple of months younger than you, but I saw him at the shops helping Kira. He’s awfully thin and fragile looking, but a handsome boy none the less” She ranted. I just nod and smile. “Actually, I really should fix our will, you’re left in her care should anything happen to us” I give her the ‘don’t be morbid’ look and she rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, well we’re going to head to the party now, I’ll see you later then?” I state as my friends enter the room.
“Yep, well your father and I are going to the cinemas, but afterwards, we’ll see you” she smiled lovingly and kissed my check. My friends snigger. I turn for the door, letting my friends leave first. I look at my parents who are smiling at me. While my friends are running down the pathway, I run and give them a quick hug, before rushing out the door.
We walked for a couple of blocks with nothing happening except for general foolery. So when we came to one certain run down house we were surprised when the door slammed open and a boy flew out. He ran across the lawn, jumping over the low wall and landing on the nature strip.
“Yeah, you better run, pansy!” a gruff, pot-belly supporting man called from the doorway. The boy sat down on the grass, regarding the man defiantly. Looking at him through the gloom of night, I realise that it’s the boy from the changing rooms, Baillie whatever. So this is what the guys were talking about.
“And if you come back while I’m awake you’re in for it!” the man bellowed.
“So what, I wait an hour for you to pass out?” Baillie snarled. The man picked up a pot plant and hurled it at him. Baillie dove out of the way, lying on the grass in shock. Another pot was thrown. Baillie quickly scrambled to his feet, jogging down the street. I hurriedly follow as he heads towards the Reynolds’s house for the party.
“So…the circumstances dire?” I ask, hearing my friends following, muttering about the rumours being true.
“None of your business!” He growls, tugging his rolled up sleeves down, walking up the Reynolds’s driveway. His entrance goes unnoticed but ours makes a scene, as strange as that is.
“Dude! What’s with the constant staring at the McPsycho’s son? We’ve been here for nearly two hours, we have the rest of the weekend for fun, the party is thriving and you haven’t even looked at Bianca!” Josh gave me a questioning glance. It didn’t make sense, how could he go unnoticed, while everyone was in their newest clothes, and he was in an old jumper and pants? Just standing in the corner…not even getting a glance! I voice my thoughts and get a muttered ‘who cares?’
I see Baillie look at his watch, then head to the door. Obviously it’s safe again.
An hour later and I was absolutely sick of this party. Bianca had tried to talk to me, but I was too distracted to even talk to the girl I like. Distracted by a guy, boy is that wrong.
I just don’t understand.
Just as my eyes begin to close, I hear the crunching of gravel in the driveway. I groan and sit up. I may as well go greet my parents. As I stumble down to the front door, my mind subconsciously registers that the living room is flashing red and blue. I open the door to reveal two police officers.
“Samuel Brook?” One asks, I nod numbly.
“We’re sorry, but there’s been as accident…”
Baillie
Persistent knocking on my bedroom door. I look up at my clock. It’s eleven-ish. I hate it when they wake me up early.
“Baillie! Can you please come down stairs!” My mother cries. She sounds distressed. So unlike my mother. I stand and rush to my door, then down stairs. In the lounge room sits my mum and a woman in a suit. My mother looks as though she would cry.
“Honey, ummm, a boy from your school has to come stay with us for awhile” Mum says, her voice wavering. That’s when I see the figure in the corner. The boy turns around. My eyes connect with puffy blue ones. Sam Brook looked broken.
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