*Connor's POV*
I spent all morning on Sunday thinking of Ronnie. I know Chris is my best friend and all but I love Ronnie, she's perfect. I will never understand why Chris treats her with such disrespect. Was Ronnie worth the risk of losing Chris as a friend. What if Ronnie and I were to break up? I'd have no one....
*Ronnie's POV*
Chris took me home last night from the carnival. He ended up staying over night at my house. He seemed to be more mad at Connor than at me. I felt guilty. It wasn't all Connor's fault. I participated too and I liked it.
I sat downstairs on the couch eating a bowl of cereal when I noticed Chris walk into the living room.
"Mornin' babe." He said and plopped down next to me.
"Morning." I said softly.
We were silent for a few moments and then Chris took my bowl of cereal from my hands.
"Chris! That's mine, come on."
"I'm hungry too yanno." He said shoving a spoonfull in his mouth.
"You could get your own. You know where the kitchen is." I said raising my voice a little. He shoved another spoonfull in his mouth and mocked me. "Such an asshole." I muttered under my breath.
"What'd you say?"
"Nothing."
"What did you just call me?! I heard you, Ronnie. How am I the asshole? You were the one sneaking off with my bestfriend." Chris said pointing his finger at me and getting up from the couch.
"Sneaking off? It's not my fault you were too drunk to care, Chris! Atleast Connor treats me better than you do. You treat me like shit." After I said that my vision blurred and I felt a sensation on my face. It was a warm sensation accompanied by a stinging feeling. I reached my hand up to my face and felt the tender area. Tears swelled up in my eyes. I looked up at Chris and all I saw was fear and guilt in his face.
"Ronnie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..." I just stared at him in shock. "Ronnie, please, I'm sorry." He continued and grabbed my hand that was against the cheek he just hit. I pulled it away quick and stood up.
"Get away from me." I managed to get out. He just stood there, not sure what to do. "Get Out! Leave!" He tried to come closer to me and I stepped back.
"Ronnie, please, you know I didn't mean it."
"Get away from me! Get out of my house!" I yelled and he slowly backed away and left.
I stood there in the middle of the living room for a couple of minutes and thought about what just happened. I knew Chris was a jerk and didn't treat me well but I didn't think he go to the point of hitting me. Did I make him that mad? I walked over to lock the door but it swung open before I could get to it.
"Why was he here, Veronica?" My father asked me in a harsh tone.
"He..he brought me home last night."
"last night? He slept here?"
"Dad nothing happened, I swear." I tried to convince my dad but I knew what was coming.
"You know the rules, Veronica! You know you'll be punished!" My dad said and I swore his eyes turned red and his voice was so loud.
I turned to run up stairs but my dad grabbed my ankle. I fell straight down smacking my face off the stairs. I felt blood trickling from my nose.
"Get up!" My dad yelled and I listened. "Go to your room and don't leave. You better still be in there when I get back from work." I turned and ran upstairs locking myself in my room.
