The mafia's bride (On Hold)

Chapter twelve: hope's loss

January 15, 2015

So, I suppose with everything happening all around me, getting enough sleep doesn't seem to matter to me anymore. Why, oh maybe because I stayed up all night thinking of an excuse so Jonah doesn't have to pick me up today. I mean yesterday's events should be a thing of the past, but not to me. Not likely. First, my little sister finds out about my little secret, second, the boy I thought was sweet and innocent decides to hide a serious injury from me, and thirdly, Jeanna's hunting me down. Excuse me for hiding a loaded pistol underneath my bed to keep the ghost away.

Besides that, Miranda and Lila gave me their numbers after meeting at our lockers near the main hallway. I think it's because we've really bonded on this first week for me at school but now it feels like the two of them are doing this to keep an eye on me. Not like it helps much, Jeanna practically knows where I live and has every chance to make my life a living nightmare yet she chooses not to. Did Wade and that blonde really say something awful to get to her or maybe because she got her butt beat by Lila? Man, did she look pissed off after we got off the bus. And quite frankly, the miss snoopy locking arms with her gangster boyfriend seems to.....like me. Strike a bell anyone? Did the whole earth suddenly collapse around me and trapped me in a psycho version of a hell?

Seriously, there'a a fine line between being completely rude or aggressive and just plain weird. And sorry to say the least but this girl is bad news and her odd definition of delight does not excite me at all. Nor does seeing Jeanna at the bus stop again today. As much as it irks me not having Jonah drive me to school, putting some space between the two of us might actually be a good thing. I doubt the guy will like it when I don't show up and it pains me to make him wait after everything's he's shown me in the shortest time I've been here but my parents and my sister need me here alive, well, and not dead. And if there's any chance that his wound is from another gang then staying as far away as I can may actually save my butt.

At the same as my clock, my phone starts buzzing on my nightstand, causing me to jump  underneath the covers. My scare's enough to push my body over the side, landing face plant but the headache quickly subsides when the phone drops softly on my purple sheets. Reaching for it, my eyes hardly adjust to number on the screen and the fact that it's Miranda calling me. Eyeing the caller so suddenly, I bit the bottom half of my lip and press the talk bottom. "Hello?" I try and keep my voice to a close whisper so my parents and Ellie don't hear me. "I talked to Jonah yesterday, he's not coming to pick you up today." Relief rains down on me as I collect myself off the ground and hop back into bed. My bare feet kick against the rims of the bed while my free hand runs through my messed up hair.

"Really,  but how, I....thought....he," my voice cracks under pressure. Does Jonah give up this easily? I mean sure the not picking me up thing should tear him up but not enough to at least debate or argue it over with Miranda. "Really, sugar. The two of you need a break and besides....." Her cheerful voice fades ans I realize she's probably staring at the calender in her bedroom. The big surprise birthday, Lila's planning at her house. The biggest one of the year or so Lila says. But the way Miranda keeps avoiding the subject and grumbles as if someone just kicked her puppy tells me that this party is supposed to mean something else. Oh, god I want to know so badly but my curiosity is going to get me in some deep trouble. Trust me, my future self knows that all too well. It's not pretty and if my stress wasn't hailing me up all not, that nightmare would have taken me to the darkest corners of my own mind

"I'm still going," the strength returns and I straighten up in my bed. She already knows that almost anything at this point will do me no physical harm. At least not now for the moment. Huffing, a crackling noise shakes the background before she clears her throat. "Uh I wasn't going to mention the party but thanks for reminding me, love." Feeling a rush of heat building up in my cheeks, I open my mouth to say something but decide not to. A few minutes of silence goes by before she cracks up laughing which scares the silence away. "What?" She slows her laughter long enough for her to mutter out a few words. "It's silly how he finds girls, ya know?" Arching a wandering brow, I cross one leg over the other and lean against the backboard, ignoring the sound of rain beginning to pour against the glass window.  "What's that supposed to mean?" My voice sounds harsher than it's supposed to be but as soon as Miranda gets quiet again, I sigh and stare at my bunny slippers well hidden underneath my nightstand. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound angry."