Shortie

Chapter 5: No Prunes!

Picture: Yonce (Not a character, she's just a baddie. )

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"I said no. And its my fucking car so back off."

The thought of punching him in his esophagus ran through my mind, but I quickly diminished it remembering that he was in fact driving. I narrowed my eyes at him and pushed the button labeled '5' on the car stereo.

We were currently speeding down the road on our way to the hospital to makw sure I hadn't killed Nicholas. Daniel, had called the hospital a couple minutes ago and found out that poor old Nick apparently had a severe allergic reaction to hazlenuts. Which just so happens to be the number one ingredient in Nutella.

"Do I look like I care whose car it is? I want to listen to Beyonce. Therefore I will listen to Beyonce." I growled.

"I do not like Beyonce and I dont like you etheir. However, I like The Weeknd. Therefore, I will listen to the Weeknd." He roughly pushed the '2' and 'Wicked Games' blasted through the stereo.

"God, youre an asshole!" I shouted.

"And you're a spoiled brat." He spoke calmly.

"Me? Im spoiled? Have you seen the size of youre house?" I gaped.

"Materialistic objects do not determine personality, actions do. And right now you actions are telling me you're a spoiled brat."

My temper was rapidly rising as images of strangling the fucker raced through my head.

"Youre just a spoiled little daddy's girl who thinks she can always get her way." He mocked.

My heart dropped. You can't be a daddy's girl if you dont have a dad.

I clenched my teeth and balled my fist. "Pull over."

"What?"

"Pull the damn car over. I'd rather walk than breath the same contaminated air as you." I spat.

He swerved off the road onto the side. He popped the locks and I swung the door open. "Good fucking day too yah!" He yelled as I slammed the door shut.

The black Escalade speed off and I watched it until it dissappeared around the bend. I let out a frustrated scream and kicked a nearby rock.

I hate him. I officially hate him.

I plopped down on the side walk and dropped my head in my hands trying to block out the unwanted images of my dad.

I whipped out my cell phone typed in the number I'd committed to heart a long time ago I put the phone to my ear and counted the rings outloud.

"1....."

"2......"

"3-"

"Youre bestest friend ever who misses her partner in crime dearly speaking." Melissa's voiced echoed through the speaker and I grinned widley.

She always picked up the third ring, no matter what was going on it was always the third ring.

"Of course you miss me, I'm one of your only friends you anti-social freak." I laughed.

"If you weren't a gazillion miles away I'd slap you."

I grinned knowing she was dead serious. "I'd rather you slap the crap outta me than be here right now. Trust me."