CHAPTER FOUR: The Bus Fight
1174 Words
Selena's POV
“Ughhh!”
Not again today. I yelled inwardly. It's been two days since I was kicked out of my house and ever since I've been staying with Evelyn, thanks to her I wasn't homeless. I had the morning shift today so I ended up leaving by 11am.
Earlier today, I had arrived at work at 6am so I could quickly round off my shift by 11am. I had an appointment with a loan company. I know getting a loan to clear a debt isn't the best decision but what other choices do I have? Marcus won't be able to pay me such a huge amount as an upfront.
I stood at the bus stop hoping to catch a bus that's going in my direction. I stood there for a few minutes. Then the bus finally arrived. It was morning so the bus was still pretty full. I entered the bus, sliding my card over the scanner.
Beep! Beep!
What's wrong again this time?
“Card empty Miss.” The bus driver said with a weary face. He was probably tired of his job and I was making things harder for him but delaying him.
Oh! That's what the beep is about. I thought I had a dollar or two in there. I felt embarrassed. I could hear the side gossip among the passengers. They didn't care if I was there or not.
“I'm sorry,” I said, dipping my hand into my purse bringing out a dollar bill and handing it over to the bus driver.
“Sorry ma'am we don't accept cash.” The driver said, this time around he rolled his eyes. I could tell he was willing to kick me off the bus anytime soon.
The piercing stares of eyes on me were gut wrenching.
“Please can you do this for me and let me slide?” I asked—I pleaded.
“Madam, it's a policy. We don't accept cash. Please get down so I can move.” The driver said, this time rudely. He wasn't even trying to hide or conceal his anger and weariness.
I was hesitant for the moment, I sighed in resignation. Immediately I turned to get off the bus I tripped on my shoe. I braced myself for the hard and painful impact of my body hitting the floor but instead I fell into the strong arms of a man.
“You forgot your card Selena.”
The voice said, raising me up. It was Marcus! What was he doing here? Isn't he supposed to be at the restaurant? Did he leave the restaurant open? What if he gets robbed? And who the f**k owns this card? I knew very well that I only had one card.
“Here you go,” Marcus said, stretching the card towards me. “Try not to lose it again.”
I was hesitant at first, I had a lot of questions to ask but the stares of the passengers compelled me to take the card without further questioning Marcus.
“Have a nice day.” Marcus said, stepping off the bus allowing the door to close behind him. I gave the bus driver the card and he scanned it again and this time it was successful.
“Atta girl! Here you go.” The bus driver said, giving me back my card—Marcus’ card.
I walked down to the end of the bus taking a seat at the edge. The bus moved.
The ride was long and bumping with a few stops. It was the same old same old. There were empty spaces on my roll but nobody wanted to sit with me. In their world I was the daughter of a dangerous corporate mogul. My life was like a grass to grace story but I had always kept one thing in my mind.
“The Hawkes are the ones responsible for my family's downfall.”
My dad had always told me about their rivals and how he could go to extreme lengths—Victor Hawke—to eliminate his opponent. The day our properties were seized still felt like a dream to me. One moment I had everything, the other moment I had none.
“Isn't she the daughter of the murderer?”
The question struck my head. I heard it coming from a girl who sat a few chairs ahead of me.
“Murderer?”
I was left dumbfounded. Since when was murder added to the names people now call my family? I was going to ignore her but the girl next to her hit the nail on the head.
“Yes. She is, her mother was also a w***e. She is an illegitimate daughter of the Blackwoods.”
That was it, I wasn't going to take in their s**t anymore. I had waited for the bus to come to a halt at another bus stop. Immediately the bus stopped,I got up from my chair. My hands dug into the hair of the girl that called my mother a w***e.
“You b***h! How dare you call my mother a w***e?”
I yelled out in anger. I yelled on top of my voice. I couldn't even hear the scream of the girl I was pulling her hair. My action threw the bus into chaos with passengers trying to calm me down or hold me back.
I didn't soften my grip on her hair, I pulled harder hoping to rip off her hair so her scalp would bleed. Things got messier when the girl she was talking to dragged my hair as well making it a trio mess. At this point the passengers didn't try to separate us. I could see the driver calling someone. It would definitely be the police.
“Let go of my friend, you illegitimate child.” The other girl who called my dad a murderer said as her grip tightened on my hair. I could feel a burning sensation throughout my scalp.
“My father is not a murderer, my mother is not a w***e!” I yelled, my eyes felt like they were burning as tears rolled down my cheek. I broke down but I didn't release my grip on her hair. Before I knew it, I saw some people recording us. People started coming down from the bus as we were literally everywhere trying to hurt ourselves.
“I guess you're right! Maybe you're the w***e! Maybe you're the murderer!” the girl who I had been pulling her hair yelled at me.
The next thing I felt was a very hot slap on my face. It was from the girl who called my father a murderer. She had left my hair and started hitting me all over. My face, my arm, my back all my mother stings with pains from each slap that landed on my body.
“Everyone stop! NYPD”
A loud voice echoed through the bus. It was coming from a police officer.
“NYPD!”
The man repeated.
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