Promise

Chapter 27

"I'm not treating you like an idiot" I snapped back at him. What was up with him to make him suddenly turn like that?

"It sounded like you was" Ricky argued. I didn't want to argue with him, especially not here.

"I'm sorry if it came out like I was, but I really, really wasn't." I said, trying desprately to end the argument before any damage is done.

"You're always sorry. Saying sorry doesn't fix everything."

"What am I supposed to do?" I moved away from him, "tell me because I really want to know."

"You can start by not acting the victim all of the time." Rickky muttered quietly byt it was loud enough for me to hear exactly what he said word for word.

"How am I acting the victim? What was I supposed to differently when Kylie kidnapped me and  slashed my stomach open?" I asked angrily. I didn't even care what happened after this anymore, he only has himself to blame for it.

"I'm not on about that. I'm on about the cutting, the anorexia, the way you're so distant from your parents. Stop trying to get the attenion vote of off everybody and start working on your talent." I could feel myself tearing up, I wasn't going to start crying now.

"You don't know anything about me, do you?" I asked. "I'm not faking my illness to get anyone's sympathy vote, if I had any choice about it, I wouldn't have it and I would be happy. Out of all people I thought you was the one who could understand it the most. My relationship with my parents is so distant because they abused me from a very young age, if you really cared enough to know. I don't expect you to though. If that's the way you really feel about everything, then we can't be together anymore and I'm quitting the show so I can't get anyone's 'sympathy vote.'"

I stormed out, tears rolling down my cheeks, ignoring the calls from him to come back and saying that he was sorry.