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NOTE: This story contains mild violence.
Dedication: This story was made for those girls who are hurt, but are strong enough to wake up everyday to this reality.
Amazing Blue Eyes
By thepiemaster
When he held the gun to Behr's head, and asked her if she wanted to live, we were all shocked by her answer.
"No."
Life is a hell hole.
Repeat: "Life is a hell hole."
Good. Now memorize it.
Life is a hell hole. Life is a hell hole. Life is a hell hole. Life is a hell hole.
Good.
That's practically the only true statement that you will ever hear.
Does anything really happen that will change your life? Like juristically?
Of course, other wise, I, Hunter Taper would not be reflecting over this.
I heard a faint sound—something falling on the ground? I wasn't fazed. The idiots in this classroom didn't know how to hold onto anything—pens, money, their girlfriends/boyfriends, their lives.
"Excuse me," a soft voice asked from my right.
I ignored it.
The person cleared their throat and asked again.
Silence was my answer.
I heard a small sigh. This person was getting irritated.
Good.
"Excuse me, Hunter, would you be kind enough to pass me my pencil that is by your foot?"
I continued my meditation.
The person sighed again.
"Alright, if you won't be a gentleman, then I shall retrieve it myself. I apologize in advance if I'm intruding into your personal space," the person said, bending down to retrieve the pencil. Before she could get it, I stepped on it and pulled it further out of her reach.
I looked at her as I did this: she was surprised at first, and then she closed her eyes in irritation.
"Do you find it amusing that I won't be able to finish my assignment?"
My lips twitched.
"Just a little."
She stared at me: her eyes were an amazing doe eyed blue. Typical Behr Kennedy.
Behr broke eye contact with me and reached for her pencil. I moved it again. She closed her eyes in irritation. I so desperately wanted her to blow up.
She didn't.
"Hunter, may I please have my pencil?" She was looking at me with those doe eyes again, wondering if her innocence would make big, bad Hunter change his mind on playing with her.
Fat chance.
"Why Behr darling, of course not," I told her in a sweet—fake—voice.
Something flickered through those eyes of hers (I wonder what). Behr reached for the pencil again—it was on the other side of me now, and she would have to crawl through my legs to get to it.
I let her go get it too, laughing inwardly at the blush that filled her face.
I guess Virgin Mary here thought nasty too.
Behr went back to her chair and composed herself with what dignity she had left.
My lips twitched upward again. I decided after class, I would bug her again.
An office laky walked into the room and handed our teacher (what was her name?) a note, then left promptly. Ms. Big Nose took a glance at the note and called Behr up to the front.
Behr diligently took the note and her belongings and left—not a glance at yours truly.
I frowned at first, and then grinned. Tormenting Behr was fun. Why hadn't I though of it earlier?
Hell yeah.
"Why Behr darling," I said while sitting down. "What brings you to the park?"
Behr glanced up at me, then at her book—slowly closing it.
"Since when did you know my name?"
"Well since kindergarten when Mrs. Keenan made us introduce ourselves."
Behr smiled, as if amused that I remembered my kindergarten teacher's name, but not the names of my present teachers.
"Is there something you need Hunter?" Behr asked.
"Well actually, I was wondering what you were thinking when you reached over to grab your pencil?" I saw a faint blush creep up her cheeks.
"Do you enjoy tormenting people when you do come to school?" she questioned. "Is that like a little sick perversion of yours?"
"No see, the real fun is bothering you," I pestered. Her blush reddened up to her black curls. She clicked her tongue, grabbed her book and made an attempt to walk away.
"I have a boyfriend Hunter." So? "I don't want him to think something that isn't going on is going on. Alright?"
"I can take care of myself, Behr." The name sounded slightly foreign on my tongue. Something flickered through her eyes. Had I snapped at her?
"Its not you I'm worried about," she paused. "It's him."
Suffocation.
Erotic asphyxia. Yummy.
The library was one of my regular haunts. Non-fiction was the place I went to most.
Yes, when I do die, I shall be the chill in the non-fiction section.
I was on my way to look at a photography book. Photography is my on-coming love. I love the way a picture can depict 1000 words.
The books were located in the back of non-fiction—next to some stuffy old art books. This is where I found Behr Kennedy, tangled in some guy's arms.
At first I was shocked, and then I found it funny, in a way. I felt a happy piece of ice lodged itself into my heart.
Hilarious.
"Get a room," I told them lazily and searched the shelves for a decent book. I didn't look at them—at Behr. But I could picture her blushing to the roots of her curls, her doe eyes enlarging, and embarrassment filling her to the brim as she struggled for words to explain herself.
"Fuck off Taper!" her boyfriend yelled at me. Did I know him?
"Max!" Behr gasped. Obviously, Virgin Mary here didn't approve of cussing.
I looked over at the two of them. Church had been over for an hour and already they were hitting second base. They were both flushed—Behr's embarrassment and the boyfriends furry. Behr's lips were red and swollen—did this guy now how to kiss properly? Her hair was a bit messed up and her white blouse was a bit rumpled.
Tsk, tsk, Mary.
The boyfriend looked angry. Oops, did I say that out loud?
Before he could make a move, Behr put her-self in-between us, a hand on his chest, and an arm blocking me off.
"Max! Stop it," Behr said firmly in her small voice. "Hunter, maybe you should grab your book and go. I don't approve of violence on a Sunday."
I pulled a random book off the shelf.
"But you approve of pre-marital sex on a Sunday." I gave them a nod and walked away, dumping the book on a random cart.
Was this my doing?
She refused to look at me too—too embarrassed that I caught her necking in a library. Did she think that I would notify everyone in school?
All I needed was a moment with her alone, and then I could have a silent torture session with her. What fun!
I decided that my English class was unworthy of my presence, so I stalked the halls, looking for amusement.
And I found her, standing in front of her locker, shoving some books in, alone.
I smirked. Now's my chance.
She looked up and down the hall, I hid out of sight. Something in her eyes made me hide—fear?
She didn't see anyone. She grabbed a bottle out of her locker, filled with blue lotion. Slowly, she lifted her shirt and applied the lotion to her stomach.
I sniggered. Was this for Max's benefit?
She shifted her shirt a bit higher and I caught sight of something purple.
Behr gave a small yelp. Since when did I have her pinned up against the lockers? Since when had I emerged from my hiding spot?
"Lift your shirt," I ordered.
Behr's blue eyes were wide with fear. They were no longer the amazing blue I remembered, but a pale grey...listless and scared.
When she didn't comply, I did it for her, lifting it just far enough to see the bruises.
I counted them, there were ten fresh sized ones that ranged from fist sized to thumb sized. There were six fading ones.
Ten horrible blue, purple, green blobs disfiguring her flawless ivory skin.
I was beyond pissed, beyond mad. The tears in her eyes and her sniffling made it worse.
I let down her shirt and pulled her to me, holding her tight and trying to take the pain away. The tears came after that.
I held her gently, soothing her, letting her cry into my chest. How long had this been going on?
Why would anyone want to hurt Behr? She's class president, everyone knows and loves her—even the Goths. She goes to church every weekend. She volunteers. She tutors. She goes on mission trips to Africa in the summer. She's the girl that will be going to Harvard or Yale or Princeton—on a scholarship!
"Why would he do this to you?" I asked as Behr's crying subsided. She sniffled.
"It's my fault..." she whispered. I tilted her chin towards me.
"Don't say that," I told her firmly. "Don't ever say that."
Tears welled in her eyes again.
"Did Max do this?" I asked her, gently this time.
"Why do you even care?"
WHAT?!
"Behr—" she pushed me away.
"Why do you care?" She turned and threw the bottle in her locker and closed it with such force, it just wasn't Behr. "If you cared, you'd stay away from me."
She ran down the hall—ran away from this moment, ran away from me helping her, ran away from me.
And I let her.
I noticed a picture on the ground. It was Behr, enveloped in Max's arms. She was smiling—a genuine smile. A Behr smile. He was just looking lucky to have her like this.
The date on the picture was four months ago. How long had he been hurting her?
I scribbled a message and slipped the picture back in her locker.
When was the last time you smiled like this?
After school, I found Max sitting in the back of an open truck, laughing with some guys on the foot ball team.
Were three line backers really going to stop me now? Hell no.
Repeat: "Hell fucker no!"
Memorize that.
Hell fucker no was anyone going to stop me from kicking Max Carter's ass! Hell fucker no was anyone going to stop me from kicking Max Carter's ass! Hell fucker no was anyone going to stop me from kicking Max Carter's ass! Hell fucker no was anyone going to stop me from kicking Max Carter's ass! Hell fucker no was anyone going to stop me from kicking Max Carter's ass!
Good.
I walked up to him, and from there, all I could see was red. I beat some information into every inch of his body: "Don't you dare hurt Behr again."
In my little frenzy—slash—blood fest, those three linebackers hadn't even gotten up to help their "friend." It was only when I heard Behr scream that I came to my senses.
I let out a breath. Max's face looked like something from a reject toy factory. A face not even a mother could love. A face plastic surgery couldn't fix.
Good.
I smiled and took a good look at my work. I loved it.
"Hunter..." Behr gasped out. She was kneeled on the asphalt, completely shocked and scared. Of who? Of what? Me? Or what remotely represented Max's innards?
I wiped my hands on my jeans and stood up. I was still smiling. Was it unnerving Behr? I spat on Max before I walked over to Behr, picked her up, and took her to my car.
She was shivering. Cold or fear? I couldn't tell. I tried to rub my hands up and down her arms in attempt to warm her up. But Behr recoiled at my touch.
I did a double take. Why was she afraid of me?
I asked her.
Behr looked up at me, her doe eyes wide with fear.
I leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"Behr, I would never hurt you," I promised. "I'll never let anyone hurt you."
Any normal relationship for me would have only lasted a week—maybe two. But not with Behr. I promised I would keep her safe, and never hurt her. And I, Hunter Taper, never go back on my solemn word.
It wasn't really my promise that kept me with Behr—it was her. She's just so...full of life. It's addicting. Her smile, her smell, her taste—I'm addicted. I told her this once. Behr laughed. She told me I was her natural high.
Max hadn't been in school since the paramedics pulled him off the asphalt. I was suspended for a good two weeks because of this. But I was just paying him back for every nasty thing he did to Behr.
Now, I could shower her with the love and gentleness she deserved.
Wait. LOVE?
Did I love Behr Kennedy? Behr Kennedy: the minister's daughter, the class president, the future Harvard girl, the sweet of the town.
Could I be with someone this...perfect? This good?
I asked her this.
"Hunter, I'm no perfect that anyone else," Behr said and tangled her ivory arms around my neck. She looked so beautiful in her white blouse and light blue skirt. Light blue—my favorite color. "Am I good enough for you?"
I laughed. "Love, you're too good for me." I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her lightly.
What was this Virgin Mary doing with a dead-beat like me?
"I want to be with you, Hunter," Behr whispered. Her eyes were that amazing blue that I've always remembered.
I kissed her again. I couldn't believe I was falling in so deep for her.
She had me wearing collared shirts now. She traded some of my old band shirt in for them. Behr still allowed me to wear dark colors, as long as I wore her favorite green shirt once in a while. She said she loved the way it brought out the green in my eyes.
I was sitting next to Behr in study hall when Max stormed in. One look at the two of us sitting so close to each other made him furious. He glared—first at Behr, then at me. I stiffened at this, ready to leap up and pound him again.
Behr laced her fingers in mines, seeking comfort and telling me to calm down.
It's amazing how many messages could seep through a gesture.
Even as he stormed out, I was still tense. Behr noticed and tried to console me. I avoided the subject and redirected her attention to the study material.
He locked the door and shot the teacher. The girls screamed. Behr looked so scared, I had to protect her.
Max shot bullets around the room and I pulled Behr close to me and under the table.
Had she gotten hit? I could barely comprehend my thoughts with the popping of the gun. I checked, no.
Thank God.
The police would be here soon. Who ever Max wanted to hit, he better do it fast.
Behr whimpered, I held her and soothed her to be quiet whist shielding her from Max.
I would put myself in front of any danger for Behr.
Max laughed. From what I could tell seven students and the teacher were dead and ten others were severely wounded. Everyone else either hadn't gotten hit or just had gotten scraped.
How was I going to get Behr away from this psychopath without her getting hurt? I looked to my right. The windows.
How do I get her there?
"Alright survivors," Max called as he reloaded his gun. "Get up against the back wall."
When no one moved, Max shot some random shots into the air.
"NOW!"
I pulled Behr to her feet and took her to the wall, taking her away from the windows.
If I could disarm him for at least a minute, she could jump out and get to safety.
"Boys on the left and girls on the right!" Max ordered.
I closed my eyes; this would take me further away from Behr.
"I love you," I whispered to her and shuffled down to the left. Her blue eyes were grey with tears. I didn't want to leave her, but if I wanted her to survive, I'd have to comply with Max's orders and then find my opening and disarm him.
I'd have to—at least try, for her.
Max smiled at him line up. The gun was still held at the ready. I faintly heard sirens.
Max sauntered up to Behr and spoke to her softly.
"Hello Behr, it's been a while. I'd like nothing better than to rape you in front of your boyfriend—" he smiled at me. "—but the police are a bit early."
He held the gun to her head—smiled—and asked her if she wanted to live.
Behr didn't look at me when she gave her answer. She didn't look at anyone, except straight into Max's eyes. His finger was poised on the trigger.
"No."
The most sickening gun shot passed through my ears. That ice chip that was lodged in my heart before had now turned into a full on ice blade—killing me.
It was in this small moment that I noticed how beautiful Behr looked: her soft black curls cascading down her back, her amazing blue eyes—cool and confident, her blue tank top and white peasant skirt. She looked so amazing, so beautiful.
Behr was strong. She looked death right in the eye and said that she wasn't afraid.
I was looking down at her now, my breath ragged. Her blue eyes were searching my face, tears welling up in her eyes.
The pain in my shoulder hurt so badly.
"I promised that I wouldn't let anyone hurt you," I whispered to her softly.
There was a cry of outrage, and another shot rang out.
There, I fell into the arms of an angel.