The Idea Of You

9| She's A Damsel In Disguise PT. 1

"You are SO annoying!" Casey groaned and marched her way up the stairs.

"What's going on?" My dad questioned.

"Your daughter ruining my social life, that's what's going on!" She yelled at the top of the stairs.

I rolled my eyes at the dramatics; I heard her door slam, shaking the house slightly.

My father let out a deep sigh, "what am I going to do with her." He muttered to himself.

"She's acting out. Just give her some time." I started my way up the stairs.

"Layla."

I stopped mid step.

"I'm sorry." He croaked.

I perished my lips together and sighed, "Okay." I jogged up the stairs.

This family is not okay, and I don't think it would ever go back to the way it used to be. I don't think any of us have grieved my moms unexpected death correctly, no therapy, just burst of anger and arguments, unexpected tears and unhealthy ways of dealing with things.

Whether its with drugs, alcohol,

attention.

"Hey." I smiled.

"What do you want?" He looked like he just got out of the shower, he placed the phone down and now I was just staring at his ceiling fan.

"Can't a girl just facetime her boyfriend." I played with my yellow acrylic nails that were starting to chip.

Call me pathetic.

Stupid.

A fucking dumb ass.

Deep down inside, I still want the little love Jason has for me. I want to feel something...

Anything.

"How was practice?"

He grabbed the phone and plopped on the bed, now I can see his face. Jason wasn't an ugly guy, that's one reason why everyone loves him. Its just his character is ugly.

"It was eventful. Alejandro came today and I totally fucked his shit." He chuckled.

I turned over on my side... Alejandro... my eyes caught his black jacket hanging on my door knob. I forgot to give it back to him.

I can't believe I cried in front of him and slapped him. I don't know what happened, that wasn't suppose to happen.

"Take off your shirt, let me see your neck." Jason asked.

I hesitantly took off my shirt, and showed him my bruised neck. He sucked his teeth, "You need to get that shit taken care of, ice it and wear a turtle neck tomorrow."

"Okay..."

"Layla you know that's not me. I hate when I have to hurt you like that. But you, y-you trigger me, it's your fault." He states.

I nod my head slightly, "I'm sorry." I whisper.

I heard his dad yell his name in the background, "I gotta go. I love you."

How can someone say that then beat you the next chance they get? It makes no sense.

"I-I love you too." I smiled.

And with that he hung up. I turned off my phone and tossed it on my bean bag chair, I watch it bounce off and it hit the floor. I rolled my eyes and stared at Alejandro's jacket.

I stood up and walked over to it and put it on, I got back in my bed and curled up into a ball. I felt a tear roll down my face and then another one, until my eyes were flooding.