Broken

Courtney

I was peacefully sleeping on my couch after finishing a movie when my door slammed open. "Roger I told you I don't have any fucking sugar!!!" Stupid damn neighbor. He constantly came over asking for some ingredient to make whatever concoction that week. "It's me." Heather stated and I didn't even bother opening my eyes.

"I brought someone I think you want to see." I opened one eye to see Heather motioning in some figures. It took me a moment to make the figures out but as soon as I did my heart stopped. Duncan and Gwen. Were in my apartment. I definitely needed a drink. I chugged down the whole rest of my beer in one gulp. "Hey Duncan. Gwen. What brings you to this shitty part of town." Gwen steps up first. "Court. What happened to you?

She, of all people, was standing in my apartment, asking me that question? Like she didn't know. She is half the problem. The fucking problem. "Princess....." I flinch just a bit at the old pet name that used to feel so warm and make me get butterflies. Now it just sounded wrong and out of context. I continued to stare at them in a sort of a daze. Then I found my voice and put on the most cold tone I could.

"If you want to know the problem Gwendolyn why don't you look in the the mirror...." I sneered and her face immediately expressed hurt. I felt bad. Because deep down, way deep deep deeeeeeep down, I knew I didn't mean it. Because a little tiny part of me still cared about Gwen. But I couldn't show that to them. Not now, not ever.

Managing to stumble over to Heather I dragged her all the way towards my bedroom."What the hell Heather?! You bring them into my apartment? What kind of friend are you?!" I whispered angrily. I could see Bridgette doing this, but not Heather. She hates Gwen and Duncan almost as much as I do. Heather jabs me in the chest with her finger. "I brought them here for YOU! Maybe someone can finally talk some sense into you!!!!" I shook my head. There was no way in hell I was sitting anywhere near those too or talking to them. I definitely didn't them pointing out my now evident flaws.

"I want them out of my house! Get them out now!" I yelled and shoved Heather out my bedroom, locking the door behind her. A few seconds later I heard a door slam. Instead of taking a big breath of relief, I started to cry. I cried over Duncan, Gwen, Heather and mostly myself. After what seemed like an hour, I wiped my eyes with my red ratted sweatshirt sleeve. I reached onto my bed side table and grabbed my purple lighter and cigarette. I lit it up and smoked silently, watching as I blew out smoke and watch it dissipate into the air. A part of me knew that Heather was right. I did need help. But I wasn't about to admit that in front of anyone else, especially not Gwen or Duncan.

Damn! It took me a while to update this but I finally did it!!!! Sorry this chapter was bad but I wrote this whole things around different times when I had time. So it probably sounds a little off. Hang in there. I already know what I'm doing for my next chapter!!! I'm excited because it features A LOT of Duncan and Courtney. I know this wasn't an "altercation" but it's coming soon.... <3 duckies.