17. The Party
8Pm came quicker than I anticipated and people started showing up in bus loads, practically. I told Myles I would stay on the porch to basically greet them, but really it was just an excuse to stay away from Holland. I knew he was serious about wanting to continue talking. And I knew I was gonna end up getting angry and slapping him again, so I figured it would be best for us both to avoid it for now.
“What are you doing here, you psycho bitch?” Dylan comes up the steps.
“I'm psycho?” I stand up, not even thinking, and punch him in the face as hard as I could. His jaw was harder then I thought it would be and I swear I broke my hand, but my adrenalin took the pain away in seconds. He flew off the steps, to the ground. “You killed my brother!” I yelled, running down to him. The few people outside and on the porch turned and watched us.
Still on the ground, he sits up and holds his jaw. “So we lost another loser junkie, not the end of the world...” he snickered. “Well, for us anyways.” he gave me a complacent and nasty smile.
“You bastard.” I growl and kick him in the face, causing him to fall in the ground with a loud groan, I hear a slight CRACK and I'm not sure if it was his nose or my foot. But I didn't care... So I kicked again. I guess all those times Holland tired to teach my how to defend my self is really paying off.
He got up on his hands and knee's, trying to show a sign of clear defeat. “You know... I'm right, though.” he spit out blood from his mouth.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I was so angry. No, I was beyond angry. I could feel my skin boiling even though it was icy out. I kicked him in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground once more with another groan. By now I knew more kids were outside watching us, taking pictures and video but again, I didn't care. I wanted everyone to see what a fake Dylan was. “This was for killing my brother.” I kick him again. “For raping me!” I screamed, kicking him even harder again. I hear another CRACK and this time I knew it was his ribs. Like I said, I didn't care that we had an audience, he took JD's life and completely ruined mine, he doesn't deserve to be alive right now. He deserves this. “My brother was a good person, you didn't even know him!”
By this point, he wasn't even trying to act cool but he was begging for me to stop.
To be honest, there was a small part of me that wanted to stop.
I just couldn't.
All of my bottle up anger from Rachel and my mom, my dad, Kym, Seth and what Dylan did to me was all finally coming out.
I'm not able to stop myself because my brain isn't in control anymore, my heart it. I'm pretty sure I would have kicked him to death if Holland hadn't pulled my away.
Just what we need.
“Police!” I girl shouted. Everyone runs out of the house and goes different directions. No one wanted to be caught at a Myles' party, they'd be done. Two guys help Dylan up and to his car. Myles and Rachel come out with the other kids. “What the hell, Lyza? The party didn't even get a chance to start yet.” he says.
Still angry and shaking, I lunge at him but don't make it far at all because Holland's still holding me tightly. Keeping me from chasing after Dylan, keeping me from drop kicking Myles too and saving me from doing something I might regret later.