Completely and Utterly Broken

Chapter Fourteen

After an hour and a half, I finally made it to the house. And I could sense the anger from him. I sighed when I was in front of the house, and walked up the driveway and to the front door. When I was official standing in front of it and about to pull my key out of my bag. The door opened and he grabbed me by the arm, dragging me inside. I winced from the pressure on my arm. And when we got inside, he slammed the door behind him. And pushed me into it, making a whimper come out. I closed my eyes briefly and bit my lip. But then he shouted

"Where the fuck have you been?!"

I could smell the beer in his breath. I cringe in disgust. I open my eyes, seeing how close he was to my face. Oh how much I hate him. Hate this.

"Nowhere." I answered. Moving my eyes elsewhere, trying not to look at him.

"Bullshit! Tell me, you little bitch!"he demands. Making me flinch at his words.

"Um.. well.. uh.... you see, I.....  uh... some guy tried to ... uh... rape me?" I say as a question.

His face softens, and looks down. I sigh mentally in relief as he moves away. And he scratches his head. And its quiet for awhile. "Oh um... well then... I'll leave you to yourself then. Um.. I bought you some food from .. uh.. Taco Bell in the kitchen. I'll be in my room, if you need me." As if. And with that he left.

I breathe out a breath. And walked to the kitchen. I drop my stuff on the table and sat down. I opened the bag, and there was probably five tacos. I took out the first one and started eating.

~*~*~

After I was done eating, I went up to my room to do my homework. My uncle hasn't bothered me at all, but he's now gone. He left at around 7:30. I went downstairs, but there was no note to read. So I just assumed he went to the bar. But now its 9:49 at night. And I'm still wide wake. I can't go to asleep. But this is often. And I'm extremely bored. Its also so dark and quiet, I don't even want to move.

But just then, my phone goes off. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. I don't even know who that could be. I don't have anyone on my contacts. I only use my phone for music. Or to look up information. I sit up, and reach out to my phone on the nightstand. I turn it on, and swipe the screen 'cause I don't have a password. Mostly 'cause I don't need one. I go to messages.

Unknown number: hey
Me: uh, hi?
Unknown number: what you doing?
Me: who the hell is this?
Unknown number: someone
Me: well someone go the hell away
Unknown number: no. now answer my question
Me: why the hell do you care? you don't even know me
Unknown number: *groans* we already went over this....
Me: what the hell. . . . Anthony?!
Unknown number: yep, the one and only. now answer the question
Me: no . . . now go the hell away.
Anthony: no you are suppose open up. we made a deal
Me: what!. . oh, that deal, I broke that deal this morning if you didn't see. . . . I don't ever want to talk you or anyone else in the matter
Anthony: no you broke your part. I never said I was going to give up on you. now get you ass up, get dressed I'll be there in ten minutes
Me: what? what are you talking about?

No reply
Me: hello?? Anthony? Asshole? answer me!

Still no answer. I shrug, and put my phone on the nightstand. I cover myself with the covers. Forcing myself to sleep. But right when I was about to finally fall asleep. The bell rings. And I groan, who the hell can that be?

I get up, shoving the covers off of me. And slam opening my bedroom door. Stomping down the stairs. Then to the front door. And there stands Anthony. He's leaning against the wall casually, like its the most natural thing in the world. He looks up at me and smiles, then frowns.

"What are you wearing?" he asks.

I roll my eyes. "Well its called clothes. And see there's a thing called sleep. Which I'm trying to get since my uncle is not here. And I'm taking advantage of that. So you are going to get the hell out of my sight, so I can go to sleep!"

He then rolls his eyes too. Then he walks in. "Well sweetheart, that's not going to do you any good. I'd just be blowing up your phone all night."he calls out.

I groan to myself. And close the door. Walking to the kitchen where he went. "Well then I'll just turn my phone off. Its that simply."I say as I stand there with my arms crossed.

He turns to me, and sits down on the counter. "Then I'll just keep knocking on your door." he pauses, and I open my mouth to say something. But he starts talking again before I could say anything. "And if that doesn't work. I'll just break into the house, force you to dress into something presentable. And I'll drag you out myself."he says.

And I just stand there, stocked. While he sits there smiling smugly at me. Then I glare at him. "Well I don't care what you make me do. I'm not doing it. You know why, 'cause I don't like you. And I don't want you here. So get the hell out of here."I tell him.

"No. I told you, we made a deal. And I'm keeping my end of the deal. So get your ass up stairs and get dressed."he demands.

"And you know what, you said that you wanted to help me live my life. But no, you didn't really do that when you blocked yourself out and said you didn't care about me this morning!"I shout at him. And his face softens but he doesn't move from where he is. His eyes move to my hands which now is at my sides and their shaking. I take a breath and close my eyes. Then open them.

"And you know what, I don't care. You know why, 'cause its exactly what I was expecting." I pause, and give a bitter laugh. I wave my hand arounf the house. "I mean look at this place. It looks like a shithole. You know why, 'cause my uncle is an asshole and treats me like shit. I have nobody caring for me. And now I'm adding you to the list of the infinite of people."

I walk over to him, and grab him by the arm pulling him down from the counter. He stumbles a bit but follows. I hear him wince from my death grip. I go to the door open it, and push him out. "Now get the hell in your car and drive away. And don't come back."

And I slap the door in his face. I turn around and walk away. But not even five minutes later. He starts knocking on the door. No, no, not knocking. Banging on it. "Zoe! Zoe! Zoe, open the door!" he shouts.

But I continue to walk away from the door. And up the stairs. Back to my room and in bed. And I fall asleep.