Between the Raindrops

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Chapter 12 | Chicken Nuggets

“Babe, you’re going to be fine. The needle hasn’t even touched your face yet.” Shane sighs, trying to pull my hands away from blocking my face.

“Says you!” I yell, clearly annoyed.

“Ms. Bishop, please, I promise you are going to be okay.” The doctor says, probably annoyed himself.

“You’ll never take me alive!” I blurt out dramatically.

“Add, if you don’t relax, they may medically calm you down.” Shane warns with a smirk on his face.

“Maybe I want that.” I shrug, still hiding my face from the doctor.

Finally fed up, Shane grips my wrists and holds my hands down by my sides. The doctor, making sure not to miss his opportunity, takes this time to reach up and inject the numbing medicine into my cheek.

I let out a yelp, and then after the doctor finishes, Shane releases my hands.

He earned a smack to the back of the head.

A few seconds later, the feeling in my cheek goes away and I sigh in relief. No more throbbing pain.

The doctor then assures me that I wouldn’t feel a thing, as he reaches up and begins stitching my face.

The doctor is right, I don’t feel a thing.

“See, you panicked for nothing.” Shane smiles, holding my hand tightly.

“Shut up.” I glare, still keeping my grip on his hand.

“Alright, finished.” The doctor smiles, proud of his completed job.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it. Now, you’re going to be swollen and sore for the next few days. The black and purple bruising should diminish over the course of the next two weeks. Keep an ice pack on your face for ten minutes a couple times a day to help with the swelling. I will prescribe you with some pain killers to help you out, but only take them when absolutely necessary.” The doctor instructs.

I nod at his instructions and take my discharge papers.

“We’ve contacted your parents, since you are underage, and they will be billed for your stay.” The doctor says, before leaving the room.

“Great. I’m sure they’re on their way here.” I sigh, pulling out my phone to text Angie and Jax. I tell them that I won’t be able to make it to Fred’s and that I might have to wait and see them at school tomorrow. We all decided to skip school today anyway, because of the party last night.

“Addilyn!” I hear my frantic mother yell.

“Mom!” I shout back. After a few seconds, the curtain to my room is flung sideways, as my mom and dad enter the room.

My parents take one look at my face and I can’t even tell you what they’re feeling.

“Oh my... my baby girl...” My mother’s face winces upon seeing me, and she already has tears in her eyes.

My dad immediately looks to Shane, the anger in his eyes something I have never seen before.

“Did you do this?” My dad takes a step toward Shane, but Shane doesn’t falter, instead he stands his ground.

“Absolutely not.”

My mom takes her gentle hands and places them around my face. “Addie... are you in pain?”

“Well, not right now. I actually can’t feel my face at all.” I chuckle.

“Who did this to her?” She snaps toward Shane.

“A boy we go to school with. Jared Winston.” Shane answers, not caring at all about outing his former friend.

“I’ll kill him.” My father suddenly threats.

“No Jon. We’re going to take our baby girl home and deal with this later.” My mom demands while standing me up.

“You can take her home. I’m going to the police station. Shane, do you mind tagging along? I’m sure the cops will need a statement from you. You saw everything, right?” My dad asks Shane.

“Of course.” Shane nods, though he is partially lying. He didn’t see Jared attack me, he only saw him lunge for me in the hallway. I suppose Shane didn’t care, he would be perfectly comfortable telling a little white lie, just to put Jared away for hurting me.

While we all walk out of the hospital, I can’t help but smile at what my dad asks Shane next.

“Did you lay him out?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Shane smile with pride.

“Linds, I think I’m going to like this kid.” My father smiles.

“I knew you would.” My mom rolls her eyes, helping me to the car.

“Add, I’ll call you later. Get some rest, please.” Shane says, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek boldly, right in front of my parents. My mom smiles, but my dad glares.

“Okay... maybe I won’t.” My dad says, waiting for Shane to unlock his mom’s car.

I roll my eyes at my dad, and watch as he and Shane drive off to the police station.

“Are you going to explain that kiss?” My mom smirks, shutting the car door after sitting inside.

“He’s uh... my boyfriend now.” I sheepishly smile, still not able to feel the left side of my face.

“YOUR WHAT?” My mom squeals, immediately pulling me in for a hug.

“It’s not that big a deal mom.” I sigh, switching the radio on and turning the volume up a little.

“To hell it’s not! This is your first boyfriend Addie!” My mom squeals again.

“Sure, let’s just announce that to the entire world.” I deadpan.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about Addie. Nothing at all.” My mom smiles, pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

After running to pick up my prescriptions, and stopping by Wendy’s to get something to eat, I’m finally home and I feel relieved.

“Addie!” Jacob rushes to me.

I lean over and pick him up, but he instantly frowns at me.

“Addie, you got a boo-boo?”

“Yeah, I did buddy. But don’t worry, the doctor fixed me right up! I just have to wear this band-aid for a little while.”

“Who hurt you?” He asks, his big brown eyes staring intently at my face.

“A big meanie. Don’t worry, daddy is taking care of it.” I try my best to smile. The numbness of my face is starting to wear off.

“Good! You’re going to feel better right?” He asks, his cute little voice making my heart melt.

“Of course bubba. I’ll be okay.” I kiss his little forehead and put him back down.

“Chicken nuggets!” He suddenly yells, running for the kitchen where my mom has the food.

“Hey, some of those are mine!” I yell, running after him as he laughs





The next morning, I can’t take the pain or the throbbing of my face, so I change the band-aid over my stitches, and take a small dose of my pain medication after my morning shower. I brush my hair out, leaving it down and get dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, with my dark purple sweater and my black doc martens. The tiredness and pain in my face make it so I don’t care about dressing up today. I just want to be comfortable.

I put on my new glasses, still giddy that Shane bought me a new pair after losing mine at the party when Jared hit me. After grabbing my bag for school, I head down stairs.

Upon entering the kitchen, my mom looks up at me and frowns.

“It almost looks worse than it did yesterday. The black and purple bruising has darkened.” My mom says, handing me a small cup of coffee.

“Gee, thanks.” I mumble, instantly breathing in the delicious scent and taking a sip.

“Shit, I’m sorry sweetie.” My mom sadly smiles. “Are you hungry? I made breakfast.”

“Uh oh, mommy said a swear word!” Jacob sings, stuffing bacon into his mouth.

“She sure did, now she has to put a dollar in the swear jar!” I tease, taking a seat next to Jacob.

“Sorry kids, we don’t have a swear jar.” My mom smirks, placing a plate of eggs on the table.

“Here you go!” Jacob grabs his empty cup of juice and pushes it in front of her. “This can be the swear jar, right Addie?” He looks over to me.

I look to my mom who has an amused look on her face. “I’m not putting a dollar in your juice cup.”

“Man...” Jacob mumbles softly to himself.

I reach into my bag and pull out a dollar. “Here Jacob, I’ll put a dollar in the swear jar for mommy.” I smile, putting the dollar bill into his empty cup.

He immediately takes it out and pushes it into his pants pocket. “Yes! Swear some more mommy.” He smiles over at her.

“Nice try.” She shakes her head, putting a plate of pancakes on the table.

I look at the food and try like hell to push those haunting thoughts to the back of my mind.

You can’t focus on not eating Addie, you need your strength to go against Jared.

You have to eat. You have to forget about your weight for a little while.

Desperately pushing myself, I take two pancakes, a handful of eggs and two pieces of bacon. I pour some syrup over the pancakes and sprinkle some salt over the eggs.

I eat almost all of it, feeling full really fast, and then I down my cup of coffee.

“Alright, I’m leaving.”

“Be careful today Addie, and don’t let anyone say anything rude or mean to you about what happened okay? Stand up for yourself and let Shane be there for you as well as Angie and Jaxon.” My mom smiles and kisses my forehead. I hug Jacob and then leave to head to the bus stop.

I still haven’t seen my dad, but I assume he’s still asleep. He didn’t get home from the police station until late. I saw this morning that Shane had called me late last night, but I was already asleep.

Walking to the bus stop, it begins to sink in that everyone at school will be talking about the party and the big fight between Shane and Jared. I know a few people saw my face before I left the party, but I’m not sure if everyone knows what happened to me or not. I hope there aren’t any weird rumors or lies going around about me.

God, what will everyone say when they see my face? Angie and Jaxon still don’t know. They are going to go crazy when they see me.

Suddenly, I feel really scared and nervous to go to school. My stomach begins to churn and I want to turn around and go back home.

I finally reach the bus stop, and I sit down. I still have a Band-Aid over my stitches, but the dark black and purple bruising on my face can still be seen from miles away. My cheek is still swollen and honestly, I look terrible.

When the bus finally arrives to pick me up, I can feel my skin crawl with nerves. I step up into the bus and the bus driver gives me a look with wide eyes, as if asking “are you okay?”

I simply nod and head to my normal seat in the back. A few of the other students stare, but I just ignore them as best as I can.

No one said a word to me, and I was thankful.

I dread the thought of having to explain what happened to me. I don’t want to re-live that night, though I know that is going to be inevitable.

A while later, the bus stops outside of the school in the parking lot. I get off the bus and make a beeline straight inside and to my locker, not wanting to linger around for people to start whispering or asking me questions, though I know the whispers can’t be stopped.

I bite my lip as I open my locker and start grabbing my books, placing them into my bag. I try to keep my face in my locker, so less people will stare.

“There you are Addie, final-“Angie immediately stops talking when she sees my hiding face.

“Hey, why are you...” She didn’t need to finish her question when I finally suck up enough courage and pull my face from my locker, finally revealing myself.

“Addie! Oh my God! What happened? Who did this to you?” Her face instantly looks panicked and I try to get her to be quiet so she won’t draw a crowd.

“Will you be quiet?” I hiss, looking around quickly to make sure nobody is intruding on our conversation.

“Well what the hell happened?” She pushes for information.

“It was at Jared’s party. He um... he tried to come on to me upstairs and well, when I said no, he tried to force himself on me. Things got out of hand quickly, and he punched me in the face.” I shamefully admit, hating that I let this happen to myself. I’m someone who hates unwanted attention, and I know that this incident is only going to bring a lot of it.

“Oh Addie... I’m going to kill Jared when I see him!” She glares into thin air. “I’m so sorry. I should have stayed with you instead of running off with Jax.”

“No, please don’t blame yourself. It’s no ones fault but Jared’s.” I assure her, placing my hand on her shoulder.

“I can’t believe he hit you. A fucking girl. He’s a piece of shit.” She huffs, anger riling up inside of her.

“I know.”

“Hey lovely ladies, what’s happen-” Jaxon couldn’t finish his question either. His face instantly goes cold when he sees mine.

“Who?” He demands to know.

“J-Jared.” I mumble.

“He’s dead.” Jaxons nostrils flare in anger, and his eyes turn a dark shade of brown.

“That’s what everyone is saying.” I slightly chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

“How did this happen?” Jax asks, pulling me in for a comforting hug.

I wrap my hands around his waist and frown.

“He tried to... you know... get with me, and I said no so things got out of hand and well, he hit me.” I explain again, already tired of repeating it.

“I can’t believe this. I should have been there.” He sighs, leaning against his locker that sits next to mine.

“Will both of you stop blaming yourselves? It isn’t your fault.” I plead. “I just want to go to class.”

“Where’s Shane?” Angie asks.

“Oh, he went with my dad to the police station and didn’t get home until late. He left me a voicemail saying that he’ll be in to school late today.”

“Was he there when this happened?” Jax asks, still seeming pissed off.

“No, well... yes and no. It’s a long story. He did however beat Jared senseless, so I’m not surprised if Jared looks worse than me right now.” I shrug.

“Good, at least he got a beat down from someone.” Jax says in relief.

“So... you slept over at Shane’s house?” Angie smirks as we all head to first period.

“Shut up Ang.” I sigh with a smile.

“So, are you two like...?” She begins.

“Well, if you must know... he asked me to be his girlfriend.”

Angie stops dead in her tracks.

“HE WHAT?” She yells with a full on smile.

“Yes, it’s official; I have my very first boyfriend.” I laugh, well try to laugh anyway. My face is still pretty swollen and despite the pain killers, still hurts quite a bit.

“About time!” Angie side-hugs me while Jaxon just shakes his head with a smile.

“Hey, as long as he treats you right, he’s alright in my book.” Jax says and I thank him.

All three of us take our normal seats in the back row, and I look at Shane’s seat, wishing he were sitting here right now.

Since the three of us were the first ones in class, I feel annoyed by the many stares I’m receiving as the other students walk inside the classroom.

When Mrs. Andrews walks in the classroom, her eyes find mine and the look on her face could have startled anyone.

“Addilyn Bishop, please come see me.”

The final bell has rung, so the entire classroom is full. All eyes are on me as I walk up to Mrs. Andrews’s desk.

“Yes?”

She leans over towards me. “Is everything alright?” She eyes me up and down, stopping once her eyes reach my swollen face.

“Just peachy.”

“Would you like to go see the principal or counselor?” She asks, concern laced in her words.

“No I’m alright. This happened off school campus.”

“It might still help to speak with someone.” She urges.

“I said everything is fine. Can we drop this?” I start feeling fed up.

“Alright, please take your seat.” She motions toward my seat.

I turn around and frown when I notice everyone staring at me. Some show horrified faces, others seem to not have a care in the world about me.

I take my seat and let out a sigh, wishing today would be over sooner than later.

About twenty minutes into the teacher’s lecture, the classroom door opens.

I look up from my notebook and my mouth drops open.

Shane walks inside, his bag slung over his shoulder. His hair is a mess and what shocks me the most is the huge black eye he is currently sporting.

He goes straight over to Mrs. Andrews and gives her his late slip. Mrs. Andrews looks as though she wants to ask him questions, but she doesn’t. Probably because of the attitude I gave her when she tried to get into my business.

Shane doesn’t say a word, not to anyone, even me. He takes his seat and keeps his face forward, pulling his notebook from his bag.

Angie and Jaxon both look at me with a, “What the heck happened there?” face, and I shrug, not having a clue myself.

“Shane.” I whisper.

“Not now.” He mumbles, not even turning around to look at me.

Did Shane get into another fight? His face almost looks as bruised as mine.


What the hell happened?

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