cant catch a break (jbff)

chapter 22

Tiffany stood at the door, irritated and shocked.

"What do you want, bitch? I'm only supposed to be kind to you during our class." She said, her voice squawking. I rolled my eyes and stormed past her, into her dorm. I turned, and lifted up Justin's phone, showing her the statuses and pages all based upon me.

"Why do you devote so much of your god damn time just to hate on me? Don't you have a life to attend to?!" I asked, my face growing slightly red.

She looked at me with the same expression, and said almost ear-piercingly loud, "I never did any of those! Someone made a hate page about me too! It happened to Brittany too!"

I froze.

"What? Then who is behind this, Lily?!" I asked incuriously.

"No, her phone was stolen at the college." She replied back scarily. I just furrowed my eyebrows, still glaring slightly.

"Then who is behind all this shit?" I asked, folding my arms and raising my eyebrows in a rude manner.

"Why don't you go ask your suspicious lover?!" She whipped back, and I looked at her.

"Justin wouldn't do this..!" I said, slightly unsure. I did have feelings for him, and we were considered a thing...but he still was slightly unpredictable.

"Oh yeah? Who else would it be?" She snarled back. I sighed.

"Whatever Tiffany, I'm sick of your bullshit!" I said, shoving past her and back to the dorm where Ryan, Lily, and Justin were currently in.

I stormed in, and their attention turned to me.

"It has to be one of you. So tell me, who?" I hissed my voice icily cold.

Ryan and Lily looked at me with a confused expression.

"My phone was stolen." Lily said, shifting her weight from her left hip to her right.

I looked at Ryan and Justin, my gaze portraying how betrayed I felt.

Ryan looked at me with a shocked expression, and I turned to Justin. His face was pale, and he had the worst disguised guilt across his face. His phone was gripped tightly in his hands.

"I'll be right back." He mumbled, dropping his phone and walking to his room. I quickly surged forward and pressed the home button. I knew his password.

I typed it in quickly and stopped, my blood freezing in shock.

On his phone, was a Face Book status that was about to be sent. It read:

Crystal Haters; Oh my god. You should see her freak out right now. She is such a bitch and a low life.

Justin then walked in, and stopped, his eyes flickering from me to his phone.

"Crystal I-" I cut him off with my own words.

"Why huh? Why? I trusted you. I thought you were different, I thought you changed!? Obviously not, you fucking prick. I'm sick of all this bullshit revolving around me! What did I do? You know what? Fuck you all. Go die in a ditch you pricks." I yelled, throwing his phone on the floor, and I heard the screen shatter.

Everyone froze, and Justin looked at me with a sorrow, guilty expression. Good, you asshole.

I stormed past all of them and grabbed the two duffel bags on the shelf that were mine.

I shoved past them to the dorm door, and turned before I left.

"Crystal, it's not what it seems..!"

"This is pretty rash, I don't think it has to go this way!"

"Just hear me out!"

They all said at once, and I just shook my head.

"I just can't catch a break here, can I? Fuck you. Fuck all of you." I hissed, and turned to the door, walking out and slamming it behind me.

I then stormed out of the college boundaries, and to the nearest gas station.

My phone then rang just as I stumbled through the gas station doors.

I looked at the screen, sighing. What else did I have to lose? I tapped the answer button and held it up to my ear.

"Hey sweety."

"Hi dad..." I grumbled coldly.

"How about I come pick you up and we can talk?"

I took a deep breath, and sighed, not really caring about anything anymore.

"Fine, whatever. I'm at the gas station by Wal-Mart." I said, and then hung up. I was nervous to see him again, and I hoped he wasn't like what he was before.

I sat down on the bench in the gas station, and waited until I saw a familiar Volvo pull up into the parking lot. I begrudgingly hauled my two duffel bags outside and opened the passenger seat, setting them in, and then sitting inside.

"Hi honey." He said, looking at me with a smile. I shuddered slightly.

"Hey." I said in a low tone.

"So....I think we should start over...Start new? Fresh, clean slate?" He asked, looking at me before pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.

Well, aren't you bold? Fuck, why did I get in this car?

I turned to look at him incredulously.

"Start over? You want to start over?" I asked, looking at him with a disgusted look.

"Look, I'm sorry for what I did-"

"Sorry?! No. Hell no. You should be disgusted. Ashamed! You fucking raped me practically every god damn night!" I yelled, looking at him with furious eyes.  "You should feel grateful I got in this god mother fucking car!"

"Crystal! That's no way to talk to your father!" My dad hissed, turning to look at me.

"Father? No. You aren't my father. You're a fucking child molester! I was 10! And you continually raped me brutally for 8 years straight! That's why I went to this god damn college!" I said, turning to look at the window. I sharp pain hit my arm, and I turned to look at him. He fucking hit me.

"Did you just..?" I said in a low tone.

"I couldn't help it, I'm sorry!" He pleaded.

"Great! Now we are going farther back into our god damn past! When you fucking ABUSED ME. You know what? Pull over!" I screeched. He looked at me with sad eyes.

"No Crystal, we need to talk-"

"No! I don't EVER want to talk to you! PULL OVER the GOD DAMN CAR." I screamed. He looked at me with furious eyes and swerved harshly into a nearby McDonalds. He pulled into the parking lot, and looked at me.

"Get out bitch." He hissed.

I got out of the car with my things, and then turned.

"You should be grateful I didn't report you. Go FUCK yourself." I said, slamming the door as hard as I could before sprinting inside the McDonalds, away from him.

I marched inside, duffel bags in hand, and sat down in the nearest booth.  Workers looked at me with a careful and curious look. I ignored their stares, sitting down. I looked out the window to see my dad harshly pulling out of the parking lot, and onto the streets.

Well, here I am...

Crystal Turner, abandoned at a McDonald's with no car to go anywhere, and no one to go to nearby.

My life fucking sucks.