Violent Delights

•C h a s s i d y•
Have you ever loved someone so much that you didn’t care what they did or how they acted? Like you know that the love you have for them could never die – with you knowing that you love them for they really are, not for what they do or how they behave.
I have a lot like that. The only difference between you and me is that my love’s pretty fatal, nothing really goes according to plan and it surely is what I expected in life – but I surely do love it.



Born in rural Alabama, I never had to deal with big cities and judgmental people at school. I didn’t have many friends but I had enough to get by with. Family members were close and meant a lot to me. Things seemed to be falling into place when I began to see the world as a much more mature person.
However, just at the peak of my climax in life, my parents decided to up and leave our small town for Orlando. My father is a federal agent – when I was ten he got a job offer in Florida and they stationed him in Orlando. We took the deal, glad to be given the pay bonus and the increase in income monthly.
After we got settled in and completely moved to our new house in Orlando – much bigger than our old house in Alabama – it was just the start of school and I was welcomed with a whole new ball game. It was called urban life, something I had absolutely no clue about. Life was going to be hard from this point on and I knew that on my first day at school.
I had never been the girl to have a bunch of friends, only a few that I kept close. Despite our move, I kept those same hand full of friends close to me – even from my great distance. But my entire social life changed when I entered that school building that morning.
No one wanted to deal with the new girl – especially when she was shy and insecure. For the first week or two I kept to myself, hoping and praying that no one would do anything to me and not notice me, just let me be. But of course, fate twisted on me again, something I should’ve been used to then – something I am surely used to today.
Some of the kids began to snicker and laugh in the hallways and in the classrooms as they stared at me, knowing good and well that I was aware of it all. It hurt me, it really did. But I never told my parents – not because I was afraid to, but because I promised them I’d be okay with the move and everything will go fine at school. I only said that because I knew my father was happy about the job. Sometimes when I think about it, and even then while it was happening, I wish we could have stayed in our small town…
I had never been bullied or called names until I moved to Orlando. I didn’t know if it was because I was new or if it was because I was shy that those kids made fun of me and messed with me constantly. And to this very day.. I still don’t know why. It was around that time that my issues arose – I began to have anxiety and eventually got started on medicine for it, even though it still doesn’t help me at all.
But then fate acted on my behalf for once in my life – just once. I remember it like it was yesterday, because it feels like it was and it’s completely all I think about now, I was on the playground and this boy was throwing pebbles at me and had been all day long. He was driving me crazy and I didn’t like it one bit, I mean gosh, would anyone like that.
He was an older kid, the school had grades four thru sixth in one building. I didn’t want to ask him to stop because I was afraid he would really hurt me, I believed he could and he would if he wanted to. But to my surprise, I looked in his direction – he wasn’t far from me at all – and I asked him if he could stop.
His reply, a simple no. So, I insisted that he throw them a little lighter. The boy just laughed as he threw another at me, hard. That was the one and only time I let a tear drip from my eye at that school. No matter how mean those kids were to me, I tried my very best to keep it together and let my tears out when I was alone in my bedroom. But there was something about that very day that tipped me over the edge, and I just let it go.
I didn’t care about embarrassing myself or having pride, I was sick and purely tired of the same stuff happening to me. So I cried, and I cried, and I cried some more for a good five and half minutes sitting on the same swing the entire time.
This next part is my favorite part of the story, weird that there is a good part actually – but trust me there is. I can remember it to this day.
‘’Hey.. are you okay?’’ A voice spoke in front of me.
I looked up in fear, afraid that it was just a trick and they would really hurt me this time. All I could see was the sun shining in my eyes over the person’s shoulder. I squinted my eyes lightly at the bright light.
The person came closer to me so that they could block the sun. As my vision came into play in that moment I was met with bright green eyes and a light smile.
‘’Are you alright?’’ They asked me again.
I can remember staring into his eyes, not knowing who this person was or why they decided to come to me and actually give me some care, or at least a sense of it.
‘’No.’’ I whisper softly, staring into the older boy’s eyes.
He took my hand and squeezed my palm, “Why are you crying?’’ He asked gently. It was like he knew how to do this, like it was all he was used to in life. “He was throwing rocks at m-me.’’ I tell him in a slight stutter, my nose stuffy from crying and my throat sore.
He looked over his shoulder to see who I was referring to, still holding onto my hand. He kept a stare at the boy for a few seconds before looking back at me.
‘’I’ll handle him in a moment, but what’s your name?’’ He asks me as he kneels down in front of me.
I look down at him as he stares up at me. I loved his eyes, they were so pretty.
‘’Ch-chassidy.’’ I tell him.
‘’I’m Harry.. Now tell me, is he always mean to you?’’ He asks me with a sigh. I nod to him a few times, resulting in him huffing as he stood up, giving my hand a tight squeeze.
‘’Who else is mean to you?’’ He asks me as he pulls me off the swing.
I quickly balance myself on my feet, keeping a tight grip on his hand. It was much, much larger than mine and I liked the way it felt to hold onto it, onto someone who cared enough to actually speak to me, to ask me my name.
“Everybody.’’ I say. He stares down at me, him being older his height was extreme to mine. He nods lightly as he slowly releases my hand.
‘’Listen to me, okay? I’m going to take care of him.. and after I do, I’m going to take you home. Is your stuff inside your class?’’ Harry asked me.
‘’Yeah.’’ I reply.
‘’Alright, we’ll go get it and I’ll take you home.’’ He tells me.
‘’But school isn’t over yet.’’ I protest against the idea, the suggestion, well.. the demand.
‘’I don’t care.’’
My eyes watched as he went over to the boy. He spoke to him for half a minute, and by spoke I mean yell. And then, in a sudden moment, he took care of things – leaving the boy with a black eye, a broken nose, and a bloody lip.
At the time I didn’t know that Harry boy, but I sure did greatly appreciate him. He turned out to be my best friend. He was like a brother to me, but yet he was my first love – my only love at that. He was my protector, my guard, my idiot, my artist, my musician.. He was literally my life.

My everything.



But then before I knew it.. it was all gone, as if it was never there to begin with.




These violent delights have violent ends.

Notes

♥So I've never really done anything like this before so I hpe you guys like it, this is only an intro so you will learn more and get to know Chass better soon so I hope you like! Rate,sub, and comment comment please!! I love you!! --B♥