I Hate You With All My Heart

7

That afternoon, Brandon dropped Christian and I off in our neighborhoods. As we walked together in silence, Christian made a quiet cough to break it.
Oh, how bad I wanted to just hold his hand. Kiss him. Hug him. Be with him.
It angered me knowing I wasn't brave enough to do it.
"Chase?"
I wanted to cuddle him. Laugh with him. Smile with him.
"Chase..?"
I wanted to love him.
"Chase!"
"Oh um..yeah?" I looked up awkwardly. My cheeks must've been so red.
"Do you wanna stay the night? Or something like that, atleast..."
"Yeah sure."
Ugh! I made it seem like I didn't care or just didn't wanna say no.
"Alright. Here...you can go to your house and grab your stuff. I'll be waiting outside if something happens."
I just nodded and kept walking.
This was going to be awkward.
We arrived at my house minutes later and I snuck around the back of my house. I struggled to open the window. As soon as I did, loads of vaporized smoke ran onto my face. I held my breath and jumped in.
Laughter came from the living room.
"That god damn mortgage bill, Sarah. I told you to fucking pay it a few DAYS ago!"
"You bastard. Maybe you should get off your lazy ass and get a fucking job!"
Of course they were fighting.
I quietly snuck around my kitchen and ran upstairs. I walked into my room and everything was destroyed. Again.
I grabbed a bag and shoved whatever I could find into it. I opened my door and found none other than my cat.
She hissed loudly.
"What the hell was that?"
Oh no.
"It was the mother fucking cat. You're losing your worthless mind again, David!"
Phew.
I gently kicked her aside and walked downstairs. I jumped back out the window and ran.
"Got your stuff?"
"Yep."
We walked back to his house.
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As soon as we got there, we threw everything on the couch and sat down. "Alright. What first?" I asked.
"Um..well.."
He looked kinda embarrassed and shy. It was so cute.
I slowly scooted over to him.
"Well..." I said, my heart beating fast.
I leaned in slowly and as soon as my lips were about .01 inches from his own, someone walked in.
"Christian? You left your-" A voice gasped.
It was Brandon.
"You bitch!" He ran up to Christian first, punching him right in the face.
Next was me.
I tried backing away.
I tried.
Brandon's foot collided with my face and I fell right on top of Christian.
Everything went black.