Empty words

Chapter 26

By the time I got home I was so flustered that I was pretty sure my face was practically radiating heat.

I walked through the open door of the bathroom where as usual Angela was camped out doing her makeup.

I ignored her and began splashing cold water on my face in hopes of looking more presentable.

She scowled at me and shoved me in the arm "watch it!" She whined

I rolled my eyes, this time, purposely splashing some water into her

It went silent for a while but I thought nothing of it, it's usually how it would be when she was plotting my death.

"You're back with Carl?"

The question came out of nowhere and I reeled towards her "huh? No,"

She grinned slyly at me "well you moved on fast then huh?"

I stiffened, did she know about winston? Last I checked no one I knew was near us and I doubt Dallas would be spreading this.

She rolled her eyes when I still didn't get it "Your neck curly,"

I furrowed my eyebrows and stared at the mirror, freezing when I saw it

Angela cackled beside me "Tim's gonna loose his shit,"

I scowled at her but didn't have enough time to answer when I heard footsteps going up the stairs

"Shit!" I all but ran out of the bathroom, hoping to basically live in my room until the hickey faded

I was stopped by Tim grabbing my arm "the hell you running for?"

I pulled out of his grasp and rocked on my heels awkwardly "nothin" I mumbled,putting my head down and continuing to walk but this time slower

I heard him suck in a breath "What's on your neck?"

I tried to grin "what do ya mean?"

He clenched his eyes shut so tight I could see his veins pop out "Curly Shepard you better tell me what the hell that is before I really start to loose it,"

I shrugged "there ain't nothing on my neck,"

He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the bathroom mirror ignoring my whines

I grunted as I was practically shoved onto the mirror

"What is that?!"

Angela had long since evacuated so I had no one to help me

I shrugged "dunno,"

I tried to fight out of his grip only to have him drag me back to my room "What the hell is wrong with you huh?!"

I didn't answer

He sucked in a breath "you back with Carl? Cuz I swear to god if you are-!" He left the threats  hanging and I scrambled to answer

"No," I shook my head "I'm not,"

"Then who?"

I curled in on myself, sitting down on my bed "Someone," I mumbled

He grabbed my arm threateningly "who?"

"Don't remember,"

He let go of me like he'd been burnt "You don't know? You mean your were drunk?!"

I said nothing but that was enough to set him off

He screamed at me for what felt like hours before he finally turned to leave my room

At the door he said one final thing "I'm so disappointed in you, you've turned into one of those people now huh curly?"

And somehow that hurt more than any of the beatings I've ever received.