Violet Eyes and the Gang Girl by Patricia Galindez (rm book recommendations .TXT) 📖

Things were normal before. At least for me. Everyday in school, I get teased and made fun of because I'm the freak with violet eyes. I was use to it, but on top of it, I also get beat up. Oh yeah, those days were normal for me. That is, until things turned different.


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Today I was just minding my own business in the halls, when the most popular jock of the school, Dave, decided that he should mess with me.

He walked towards me. “Hey, Freak. Why don't I do you a favor? How about if I just put you out of your misery, huh? Nobody even wants you around, so stay still and let me do my work.”

He grabbed my shirt collar, and shoved me hard to the lockers. Raising his fist, he decked me on the face with huge force. It was a hard blow that made me fall to the ground. As I was on the ground, he kicked me on my chest that knocked the breath out of me. Then, he kept doing it again and again until I started to cough out a little blood on the floor. He crotch down in front of my injured body. “So, are you feeling dead yet? Just say the word and I might finish it.”

I don't know what happened, but I felt like I just blew up and started seeing red all over. I jumped to my feet, despite my injured chest that's hurting like crazy, and punched him on the face. He landed on his butt, and I began to attack him by kicking and punching him until my fist got bloody. All the pain and abuse that I had kept inside just burst out, and all I wanted was to let him feel what I felt all my life. We struggled on the floor to beat the other, but I was the one winning, even if Dave did land a few punches on my face.

What felt like ages of kicking his ass, someone tried to pry me off him. Someone pushed me against the lockers, and put my arms behind my back, then putting something on my wrists to hold them behind my back. I guessing someone put metal cuffs on me. Should have guessed someone called the police to break this up.

As they secured the cuffs on my wrists, they started dragging me away. I looked behind me to see Dave's beat up body on the floor unconscious. Serves him right. Now he would know how I felt.

Out of the school, the police officer opened the door to the car, and pushed me in. Half of the ride was in silence, until the police officer who's name I don't know started talking. “Boy, you are in a load of trouble. Beating someone almost to death is already putting you on a bad spot.”

I said nothing.

We arrived at the station in less than half an hour later. Being lead out of the car and to the door, I knew I'm gonna be interrogated with questions that I know will take forever. The officer took me to the questioning room, or whatever they call it, and sat me by the table, then cuffed me to one of the legs on the table.

He turned to me. “Wait here,” he ordered, then left out the door. Sure, what else am I gonna do while hand cuffed to a table.

After two agonizing hours of waiting, the officer --which I still don't know the name of -- came in, and sat on the other chair across from me with a folder.

“So, my name is Officer Brown.” And we finally have a name. “I talked to a few people who happen to witness the fight in your school.” He opened the folder, and read over what was on the papers inside. “All three of the witnesses happen to say that you attacked this student, Dave, out of nowhere.” No duh they where all gonna say that. Anyone in the whole school will do anything to land my ass in jail.

I looked at him. “It's true that I attacked him, but not out of nowhere. He was the one to attack me, he always has, I was just defending myself.”

“Right, it can't be coincidence that all of them happen to tell the same statement,” he said.

“That's because no one likes me in that school. They'll do anything to get me in trouble. Besides, if you don't believe me, you can go ahead and check the security cameras, then you can see for yourself that Dave was the one to attack me first,” I challenged.

“I had one of the officers to check them. He says that he didn't see him attack you, it was only you.”

Fuck you whoever is in charge of the cameras. They must of cut off the part where Dave was beating me up. Yeah even the staff hates me.

“Well, if you have nothing else to say to on this, than we're gonna take this to court. We'll set the court date to next week. Now, go to the end of the hall, we already called your parents to pick you up, they should be there by now,” he said when he took the handcuff off of me. I rubbed my wrist, cause apparently he put them on too tight, and walked all the way to the end of the hall.

And he was right when Officer Brown said that my parents would be here, because there they were with hateful looks on their faces. Let's just say my parents aren't the best of people. Mom was a huge drinker, and a whore at that. Dad is what I call the devil's twin. He'd find different ways just to torture me in the worst ways.

As I got in front of them, they said nothing. They both turned away from me, and headed to the door of the building to their car. I sighed, and followed them. Things are just gonna get worse for me.


A Week Later


“All rise for the Judge,” said the bailiff. We all raised as the Judge walked in. He was this old man who looked like he was at least 60 years old, bald and short. As he sat down, so did everyone else.

“Alright, so we're all here for Blake Carson for the almost death of a student, Dave Hudson. Son, why don't you come up to the stand?” I breathed in and let it out slowly. I walked to the stand, and made me do that oath “Say nothing but the truth.” The lawyer that was with Dave's parents was a young male with combed slick hair, and with a clean looking suit came up to me and looked me in the eye. “Now Blake, what is the reason for randomly attacking Dave? Were you just doing it for the fun of it? For revenge on him?” he questioned.

“I didn't randomly attack him. He attacked me. He's the one that always beat me up in school cause he hates me, I was only defending myself from him,” I said.

He nodded. “If that was true, then why did you come out attacking him on the security camera ? There was no evidence there that Dave came up to you.”

“Because everyone hates me in that school even the people who work there. So, I'm guessing whoever was in charge of the cameras has cut off the part of Dave beating me up.”

The lawyer raised an eyebrow. “You're saying that you guessed, but don't know that someone cut off a piece of that video. So, you don't have any proof of your accusation.”

I sighed heavily. “Fine, so I don't have any proof of someone messing with what the cameras caught.”

He nodded again. “Okay, now let's just say that you were attacking on defense like you said. Is that the only reason to attack Dave? If not, better come out with it then.”

I looked at him, then to my parents. Such hate noticeable in their eyes. They wouldn't care what would happen to me. They hope that they locked me up forever. I looked to Dave's parents. Both had the same look in their eyes as my parents. Then my eyes fell upon everyone else in the court room that held most of the people that went to my school. Everyone held the same hate they had for me. I'm all alone here.

I looked back to the lawyer. “No, it's not the only reason. I was angry and just wanted to make him feel the pain that I've been going through.”

“Alright, well you beating him half to death has now caused him to go into a coma. Hope you're proud of that,” he said with a glare. He looked at the Judge. “No further questions, your Honor. Though I would like to bring a witness to the stand.”

“Very well then.”

“I would like to bring Emily Nelson to the stand.” Emily stood up, walking to the stand. I got up to sit where I was next to my parents. As I took a look at Emily, she was the one in the hallway where Dave and I were fighting.

I sat back down to my place as Emily sat at the stand. The lawyer stood in front of her.

“Emily, was it really true that Blake started the fight?”

She nodded. “Yes, it's true.” The hell, weren't you suppose to tell the truth in court? Right, she never did the oath, and no one said anything about it. Perfect. They're all out to get me.

“Was Blake ever looking like he would stop beating up Dave?” asked the lawyer.

She shook her head. “No. He looked as he was going for the kill. I always believed he was a psycho killer waiting to attack at the right moment. And poor Dave had to be the victim.”

LIE. A TOTAL LIE.

The lawyer nodded and smiled. “Thank you, Emily. And no further questions, your Honor. I'm just about done here.”

The Judge looked at him. “Alright. So, has the jury reached the verdict?” A man stood up where the jury people are held. “We have, your Honor. We found Blake Carson as guilty.” I sighed, should have known this was coming.

“Right, Blake I decided to sentence you to three years in prison, but since you are seventeen, still considered a minor, you'll be placed in a juvenile center until you turn eighteen. And while you're there you'll be sighed up for counseling for your violent behavior. Now, court is adjured,” he said as he slammed his gavel on the stand.

Everyone started to get up and leave. My life has just gone all the way to hell.

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