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

/> “You know, Blake, I'm just trying to help you,” he said sincerely.

“I don't need your help. You're only doing this because you have to, it's your job.”

“I have this job because I want to help others. So, I'm trying to help you by figuring you out more.”

I scoffed, “Fine, you want to know more about me and my problems? Well, here it is! Ever since I was fucking born, my parents took one look at me and adored me, but then I had to open my eyes, and the look of adoration was replaced by disgust. My mom was always stressed out and delusional about giving birth to something like me, she was convincing herself that there was no way that I was her son. And then she turned to drinking to forget that I was her son, or she would go whoring around behind dad's back if the drinking didn't help. When he found out about it, he started blaming me, and then he became my tormentor. He would do absolutely anything to make me wish I was never born. He would take me to the basement to whip me senseless, carve me like meat, and lets not forget the rapes

. He would just leave me beaten and broken.”

I was just so close to braking down right now.

“And then there's school where I was introduced with more looks of disgust and hate. Everyone hated me because I was the freak of the school, a freak of nature. Not one fucking person cared enough to help me. That's why I don't help others. If all they're gonna do is hate on me they don't deserve my help. I hate everyone in this fucked up world we're forced to live in. I hate it. I hate it. I fucking hate it. It was all me. It was me

that I couldn't be the son my parents wanted. It was me

that mom was going crazy. It was me

that she was cheating behind my dad's back. And it was me

that everyone hates.”

When I was done, I ended up sobbing like a weak person that I am while covering up my face with my hands. Within moments, a hand was placed on my back comforting me. I removed my hands slowly from my face to see Mr. Wilson right there.

“It's good that you told me, Blake. You needed to get all of that out, because bottling all that inside you is just going to hurt you more. If you ever need to vent, I'm here. It is what I do.” He looked at his watch and said, “Well, looks like our time has finished. Remember we have another meeting at Friday, but you're still welcome to come by any time if you need me. Now, off you go.”

I stood up while angrily whipping away my tears. When I was out in the hall, I couldn't help but to feel like I'm finally accepted by someone. It was a good feeling. Hopefully there are more to come.

Chapter 2: Finally Coming Around

I'm in my cell laying on my bed thinking. Thinking about how, well I don't know, a weight that's no longer on my shoulders. I've been holding this burden of not telling anyone about my problems because if everyone hates me what's the point of telling anyone? They won't really care. But, when I spilled everything about my life with Mr. Wilson, he just sat there listening to everything I had to say. Not once did he look like he didn't care about what I was saying or throw a disgusted look at me. He was just sitting and listening. Inside I felt some type of relief that he didn't treat me like the others do. I just feel like crying of happiness that someone accepts me.

Though, I don't know if one person is enough. It's only one out of everyone in the world.

I sigh. Why couldn't I just be normal with normal colored eyes. It's my eyes that made my parents hate me. It's my eyes that made me a freak. It's also very weird. How was I even born with violet eyes? Both my parents don't have them, and my grandparents don't either. My parents never mentioned that their grandparents have them or they would have understood why I have violet eyes.

Would my kids in the future have the same fate as I do? Would they be hated like I am? At least they would have loving parents that will accept them. Not like my parents. I would love them with or without the violet eyes. But the thing is, no way I would have that future if I'm hated.

Right, I have no future.

It was lunch time, though I wasn't really hungry today. I sat at a lone table next to the window. Everyone here was chatting, just like it would be in the school cafeteria.

Seeing those tall walls out the window is what traps me here. On the other side is my freedom. What am I gonna do once my sentence is over. Don't think I'll be able to go back living with my parents. I'll already be over eighteen when they let me out, so I need to figure out where I'll be staying and start a new life. No matter that I'll be alone for the rest of my life I'll be fine by myself, I can make it.

After lunch, everyone had the opportunity to go out to the court yard, but me, I stayed inside. Sometimes I thought about going outside with everyone else and do what I want, but I'm afraid. I don't want to be ganged up and get beat up again, I can't take it. Yeah I'm being a weak loser right now, but I'm now broken.

I walked around the halls until I stopped at the main stair case. Only a few people that were gathered by the corner were here.

One of the guys in the group who was big and buff looked over towards me. “Well look who showed up, it's the freak,” he smirked. He walked towards me with everyone else following.

“You have some nerve to show up around here with those freaky eyes of yours. No wonder your parents hate you; your mom had to give birth to a mutant like you.”

“Why don't you just leave me the fuck alone?” I glared.

“Why don't you make me, freak?”

We stood there glaring at each other.

“You're not worth my time.” I walked away until I suddenly ended up on the floor by Mr. Buff Guy.

“Oh no, you're not getting away.” He punched me in the face, then everyone else started to gang up on me, punching and kicking me. I started to feel numb all over my body as I laid there motionless. One of the guy's foot stepped harshly on my left ankle. I screamed out in pain and he smiled in satisfaction.

After awhile, Buff Guy and his gang got bored. “Don't show your face around me again if you know what's good for you.” Him and his gang left me there bleeding and bruised all over.

I laid there for a few minutes when I decided to stand up. It was difficult, but I managed, that is until I put weight on my left foot, “AHH! God damn it!”

I limped to the stairs to hold me up. My ankle felt like it has been crushed by a hammer. I heard foot steps coming my way, and it better not be those guys again wanting to go to round two. But no, it was the same guard that escorted me to Mr. Wilson's the other day.

“Hey kid, Wilson wanted me to find you since you're late again for your session,” he said sounding annoyed.

“Yeah, I think you should tell him I'll have to pass.”

The guard had an angry look in his eye. “I don't think so. I had to waste my time looking for you, and I'm not gonna let it be for nothing. Now take your ass to his office,” he growled.

“Can't you see I'm injured here? I can barely stand up because of my body being kicked around and my ankle, so if you excuse me I'm going to my cell.”

Before I new it, I'm on the ground again, and he stepped on my injured ankle.

“AHHH!! GOD GET OFF IT HURTS DAMN IT!! GET OFF!” I screamed.

“Listen to me, you are not skipping. You are going straight there or your ankle won't be the only thing broken. Am I making myself clear

?” he said sternly as he crushed my ankle harder with his foot.

“OWWW!! YES I GET IT! FUCKING BASTARD GET THE FUCK OFF!!” I kept screaming in pain.

I felt relief when he took his foot off my ankle, but it still hurt like a bitch.

“Now get up you shit.”

I got up slowly and then limped to Mr. Wilson's office.

It took a long while to get there, but I finally made it. I knocked on the door, then opened when he said to come in. He was standing in front of a file cabinet putting away a file. He noticed who entered when he turned around.

“Oh, Blake, you're half an hour late. Where were you?” he asked.

“Nowhere.” I hide my face so he didn't see my beat up face.

“Blake, is something wrong?”

“No, I'm fine,” I said sternly.

“Come here for a minute,” he said.

I sighed, and walked towards him without making my limp noticeable. As soon as I was standing in front of him, he was observing me, making me feel self-conscious. He place his hand on my shoulder making me flinch in pain. Yup, there's defiantly a bruise there.

“Blake, are you sure nothing is wrong?”

“Yeah, nothing is wrong?”

“Really?” he said sounding like he doesn't believe me.

I nodded while still hiding my face. He grabbed my face to make me look at him. His eyes were wide in shock, and I guess it's obvious why.

“Oh my god, what happened to you?”

“It's nothing,” I said reassuringly.

“Alright, we're skipping our session today, you need to get checked out now.” He tried to lead me out of the office, but I didn't move.

“Blake, come on we have to treat your injuries.” I shook my head. He sighed, “Blake, please.”

I looked down. “I can't walk. It hurts,” I whispered. Mr. Wilson grabbed my arm and put it around his neck, and wrapped an arm around my waist to support my weight as we walked slowly.

We made it to a small clinic. Everything in the room was white. There was