Chapter 18: I'm sorry

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Peridots POV:
After the incident that Jasper caused. Lazuli and I had a heated argument which was my fault. I blamed her on the harmful events that I've recently been through this month.

I shouldn't have blamed her for those things, I was in the wrong in many ways. She didn't cause this Jasper did.. she didn't shoot the gun Jasper did.. but Jasper did it because Lazuli broke up with him for me. God I knew I should've stayed away from love.

"I can't just have this mess sitting here.." I muttered as I stood up from the ground and picked up the chair I threw. The impact of the fall was able to dispatch a leg from the chair. "I can fix this.." I said setting the chair and the leg piece aside in the kitchen for later. I took a good look in my minuture kitchen and luckily nothing was touched. I walked back to the messy living room as I looked at what was left of my couch. "Man I really wish Lazuli stayed to help me out.." I muttered under my breath looking at the pieces of cushion and broken wood on the floor. "I shouldn't have said those things" I said leaning down to pick up the side of the couch and dragging it across my floors praying it wouldn't scratch. I grunted as my left arm began to ache. The wound was recovered but it did hurt to do simple tasks.

I dropped the couch on the floor which was so close to the doorway. I opened the door that Lazuli closed and walked towards the back of the couch pushing it out of the house and having it fall on the two-step stairs. It roll as I walked after it pushing it on the side of the house for the dumpster men to pick up. "Okay now the walls" I said turning and walking back into the condo. I looked at the marks of the metal bat Jasper used.

I groaned calculating the width and length of the walls wounds. " A 10x14 would do well for this one.." I said after my observation and walking to the back door of the condo and opening it to a backyard. I had a shed back there that held all of my tools and left over scraps. I unlocked the code lock and opened the plastic doors pulling out a 20x20 piece of wood. "No to big.." I threw it on the ground knowing it may come in handy later. Finally a pulled out a 10x16 piece of board. "I'll just cut off a couple inches"

I set the piece of wood aside of the shed and walked over to a couple of old busted tables that had a bunch of paint all I've it. And it seemed to already be out of it's days. But we don't all have money now do we?

Once I set up the tables I put the 10x16 on the tables and made sure it was flat. I then went back into the shed to find a ruler and a saw.

I found the ruler in the hanging cubbyholes in my shed, and I found the saw in the toolbox beside the house. Once I had the two I set them on the top of the 10x16 wood and went back into the house for a pen.

I threw my jacket off as I calculated the 2in' I didn't need. I went back into the house with the board and put it against the hole.

*2 hours after Peridot finished repairing and repainting the walls*

Fuck I'm exhausted.. and I still have that chair to do. That's okay I can do it later. I have to go look for a new couch anyways. I took off my shirt only wearing my sports bra and my black basketball shorts. I grabbed my bag and opened the door to my room.

The more horrific scene then the living room. On the wall nearest to my bed were pictures of Amethyst hanging on my wall with X's marking her eyes. It was a whole canvas of her pictures and marks like " 'This will be you one day' or 'You should've joined her' there was even a picture of me in the middle in a gigantic red marked circle that had a pocket knife on my face.

"That bitch.." I dropped my bag on the ground as tear ran down my cheeks. "..he" my teeth grit from the disgusting scene that boy left for me to clean.

I walked over to the pocket knife, ripping it out of my wall. Along with that came the picture of me. I saw the message in the back of picture handwritten from Jasper. I read

"You know where to find me runt."

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