LL Chapter 2

LL Chapter 2




Psycho-Swan



EPOV:



I woke up early on Saturday morning and immediately got ready to take off for the day. Since Alice had to work at Newton's on Saturdays Dad had asked me to switch cars with Alice today so that I could take her car to Port Angeles for an oil change. I made sure to leave my keys where Alice would be sure to find them so she wouldn't be calling me in a couple hours whining because she can not find my keys and she was going to be late for work.



It was times like this that I was glad that we both drive sticks. I hate getting into Mom's automatic and having to get used to not shifting. I turned off my phone and threw it in the gloves box and took off for the hour long drive to Port Angeles. I pulled into the mechanic's shop a little after nine and went to sit in the waiting room while they worked on the car. After about a half hour of waiting the mechanic came in the room and told me that he noticed that one the belts on the car was starting to fray and wanted to know if I wanted him to go ahead and replace them. Of course I wanted him to fix the belts. I may be an ass to most people but I did actually love my sister and did not want anything bad to happen to her.



By the time that they were done with the car it was nearing lunchtime so I made my way over a little café that I loved to eat at that had great burgers and fries and hand dipped malts. I also liked the staff there. They had a lot of fun with their jobs and it was a fun atmosphere to be in. The waitress' that worked there were older than my mother but were constantly hitting on me in jest trying to get me to open up a little. They knew that I had intentions of becoming a doctor just like my father as I have spent many Saturday mornings taking up a booth in the back studying. It was a family business and had been opened by their grandfather. The two sisters, who served as waitresses, took ownership of the café when their father passed away twenty years ago. As usual they had me smiling by the time that I left to make my way over to the hospital.



I was once again in charge of holding baby Tanya for the afternoon. The nurses told me that her mother was not due in until later that day. I never did get a chance to peek at her chart to see if she was or had been on methadone but I would bet anything that she had been. She was a sweet and calm baby. But most preemies that I've encountered here are calm. Most but not all.



I stayed at the hospital and sat with Tanya longer than I normally would. Before I knew it, it was after four and I had to get going to make it home in time for dinner. I was just getting up out of the rocker to put her back when I heard someone enter the room. The next thing I know the teen slut mom is attacking me.



"What the hell do you think you are doing with my baby? GIVE HER BACK!"



When I turned the baby away from her flailing arms she really went ballistic demanding that I give her back the baby.



"I SAID GIVE HER BACK!"



"Back off and calm down and I will!" I snapped back at her.



"PLEASE! Give her back to me." she sobbed, I realized that at this point, she was starting to cry, so I reached my hand out to touch her shoulder when she really flipped out and punched me in the mouth yelling "KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!"



At this point I was totally pissed off at being physically assaulted and lashed back at her, snarling, "It's a little too late to learn that phrase isn't it?" And I moved over to the cradle and laid Tanya down and stormed out of room followed by one of nurses witnessed the tail end of our interaction. She looked at my lip and told me that it did not look as bad as it probably felt but I should have my dad look at it when I get home anyway. Then she apologized and promised to have a talk with the girl and let her know that they would not tolerate the volunteers being abused like that. She made me promise that I would come back before I could leave.



I was their only volunteer that was here on a regular, long term basis. I have personally seen too many volunteers come and go. A lot of them thought it would be fun to just sit and hold the babies for hours. But few of them thought about why these babies were in the NICU to begin with, some volunteers left because they could not stand seeing the babies hooked up to so many machines, others left when they had to witness a baby that could not overcome whatever put them in the NICU to begin with. I have seen three babies go that way. I do not think that it will ever be something that one could get used or get over. I do not think that I will ever forget the babies that I held that did not make it.



Even after an hour of driving to get home I was still furious that the Psycho-Slut punched me. I immediately searched out my father to look at my lip. He put some medicine on my lip and told me that it should heal in a couple of days. He seemed almost amused by me getting assaulted by Psycho-Slut. Not that I called her that to his face. I did not have any desire to have to sit through the "you need to respect women" lecture with my mom and dad that that little nickname would earn me. I respected women who, I thought, earned my respect. But, I decided that I had better try to refrain from calling her that in my mind, as well, before I accidentally blurted it out in front of my mother. The last thing that I wanted was to hurt my mom and make her cry. She was too good of a lady to be treated badly.



The rest of my weekend went by quite fairly quickly and before I knew it I was heading back to the Hell that was officially known as Forks High. My second period class was physics and it was going to be dreadfully boring. Dr. Banner always felt the need to go over the problems that were most missed on exams when he gave back the scores. He usually ended up going over pretty much the whole test because Forks High was full of imbeciles. I grabbed a book that I picked up about how to write the perfect essay on college applications and made my way to class. I was stunned and infuriated to see not that there was someone sitting at my lab table but who it was that was sitting there. It was none other than Psycho-Slut. Sorry, Psycho-girl. Great. Now I had to deal with her at school, too.



I walked over to the table and sat down and she looked stunned, herself, when she saw me sit down next to her. She was even more stunned when I opened my mouth and let loose on her. "Look. I already know that you have to be Chief Swan's daughter, which is all I need to know about you. All you need to know about me is that I am the smartest person at this school and that includes the so-called teachers and I will not let some stupid little girl bring down my grade. I will do the work and you will benefit from my intelligence. You understand?"



Now she looked infuriated again and opened her mouth to speak again but I cut her off "Oh, and if you even think of hitting me again, I will not hesitate to press charges against you. I do not care if your own father has to arrest you in his own home." And then I picked up my book, turned my back to her, and ignored everything else that was going on in the class room for the rest of the hour.



My next class was English and Psycho-Swan, as I was now going to call her in my head, was in that class too. But so were Jessica and Lauren. It was actually amusing listening to them for once. They were whispering quite loudly about the new girl and that included all the nasty rumors that their little minds could imagine. They kept up the nasty comments, but the new girl never even gave them the satisfaction of even looking at them let alone responding to the comments.



When lunch finally came I made my way to my normal table with my sister and our friends. Alice was still bugging me about missing the party Friday night and in my attempt to ignore but she kept it up until the whole room when absolutely silent. I looked up to see what was going on when I saw that Psycho-Swan had entered the room and everyone was staring at her. She just made her way to an empty table in the far corner of the room and sat by herself. I leaned over to my sister and told her that the new girl was the one that hit me at the hospital.



Everyone at the table looked at me. Rose and Alice looked furious. Rose and I may not get along a lot. Ok. Most of the time she hated me, but I knew that she was not going to let it slide that the girl attacked me for absolutely no reason while I was holding a defenseless baby. She whispered something to Alice and they got up and walked over to Psycho's table. I do not know what they were said to her but I do know that they looked absolutely smug when they left her table and she ran out of the room in tears.



Alice went back to harassing me about my lack of social life. Asking me what I had against the girls at school when I did not really know them. I knew all I needed to know about most of them. Jessica and Mike were constantly breaking up and getting back together because one would catch the other cheating and get angry. It was a known fact that Lauren was a regular visitor at the Women's Clinic in Port Angeles; I had personally seen her car there on many Saturdays.



"So, Chief Swan's a grandpa huh?"



"I guess. His daughter must take after his first wife, because I really like chief Swan, he's pretty cool for a cop. His daughter on the other hand, though, is an irresponsible, irrational bitch." I answered him.



I allowed my mind to wander to baby Tanya, while Alice and Rose planned some shopping trip to Seattle. I wondered who was holding her and playing with her if her mother was in school.



A/N: Do you hate him? What do you think of Bella? Several of you guessed right about who Tanya's mother was. I just want to add that Edward and I do not share the same thoughts of teen moms. I have a few cousins that were teen moms. One ended up that stereotypical welfare mom (the kind that Edward fears) and two actually went on to get college degrees (one was a single mom too). The next update will not be until after I get back from vacation. I am leaving Saturday to spend a week in the woods (basically) on Table Rock Lake in Branson, MO. My ability to connect to the internet will be spotty at best so if you review after Friday night, I will not be able to respond until at least the following Sunday. One last thing, I do not have a beta so please forgive my grammar errors.