Pretty Boy

Chapter XXII: Trials and Tribulations

The next day Ollie woke up to the house empty. It was 11:45 and yet he was still tired. His mother had left earlier that morning without notice, though there was nothing new about that. He was left to his own devices for the day. His mother wasn't worried about him not having his phone, they had a landline. The only problem was he didn't know how to use it. And so...He lounged around on the couch grazing on tortilla chips. He drew the blinds closed, it was starting to look like condom Peters house. He rested his head upon the rock hard pillow.
A knock startled him out of his slumber, He blinked to put his eyes in focus, it was hard due to the darkness. He hadn't been asleep for that long. The same episode of Golden Girls was still playing. He rubbed his eye and grunted.
The knock came again...
"Hold on!" He stumbled to his feet and opened the door. To his surprise it was Scarlett on the other side.
"Hi..." She said awkwardly.
"Hey... What're you doing here?" He asked with the slight raise of his eyebrow. "I just thought we could talk..." She started, she moved her hair out of her face and glared up at him.

"Oh... well," he started.
"Can I come in? It's freezing out here..."

He opened the screen door and let her in. She shivered from the cold and turned back towards Ollie as he closed the door. "So... How did it go with your parents?" She asked, practically already knowing the answer. "Well... I'm grounded for the rest of my life and my mom took my phone... so yeah I guess you could say it went fine." He said sarcastically, he walked past her to the couch. She turned slowly to face him as he began eating chips.
"Same... my mom grounded me,"
"Really?" He said not really paying her mind.
"Yeah... I had to sneak out just to be here," She said. "Wow- really?" He said, shoving another tortilla chip in his mouth.
"Look- about the past couple days..." She spoke softly. "Look- I really don't wanna talk about it... Okay?" he said in annoyance. He didn't know what had gotten into him, just the presence of her made him agitated.
"You know you've changed," she stated defiantly.
"Yeah? So?" He said as he set the tortilla bag down by his side and crossed his arms in front of him.
"So? Is that really all you have to say? So?" She said in annoyance, she looked at him intently. The Golden girls blaring from the tv, the laugh track annoyed her to the edge.
"Yeah- I guess that is all I have to say," He stood up from the couch and started toward her. "I shouldn't have come here," her eyes wandered as he came closer.
"You're right- I have changed, so I would really appreciate it if you didn't come in my house, unannounced I might add, and lecture me on every fucked up thing in my life..." He said with anger in his eyes, he didn't know what had gotten into him. He had been tipped over the edge.
"Fine then I'll just leave-" She said angrily as she started towards the door. He met her there as she opened the door. "Don't mind if I see you out-" he said as rudely as possible as he opened the screen door for her. She gave him an evil glare and stepped out.
"Oh- by the way... There was a guy, he stopped me on my way here, he was asking me questions about you-" She said, leering at him.
"Was it Peter?" A jolt of kindness and curiosity entered his voice.
"I thought you didn't wanna talk about it..." She gave him a side eye and began down the icy road.

He backed away from the screen door, rage filling his body. He felt the world spinning again as if he were at one of the many ragers he had been to. Only this time there were no other people to keep him afloat. No friend to hold his back when he started to fall. He closed his eyes tight and slammed the door closed. The room was dark again, the only light came from that of the tv. He stumbled down the hall to his room. Everything was loud. Screaming in his mind. He grabbed his stash of makeup and stormed out of the room with it. He didn't know why, but he started to cry uncontrollably. And not the depression crying he was used to. Tears of anger bagan to run down his face as he tore back the front door and stormed out into the bitter cold. His feet froze almost immediately to the concrete walkway as he made his way to the trash can that was placed at the end of the driveway... garbage day.
He tossed the makeup in harshly, not wanting to, but doing it anyway.
"Fuck you" he whispered to himself as he slammed the lid down on the can.
Once inside he returned to his daily regularly scheduled program, Golden girls. He was just starting to get comfortable when he realized the time. His mother would be home soon. She switched her shifts from 3rd to 1st so she would be home earlier, due to the holidays coming up. He decided to abandon ship and return to his burrow he liked to call his room. There was nothing to hide anymore, except his sexuality which he was sure his parents were clueless about due to the fact that they were shocked to see that he hadn't been around like he was expected to be. He stared out of the window, blanking out. He replayed it in his mind... Each word that struck him like a tone of bricks.
..."I thought you didn't wanna talk about it..." Her voice echoed in his mind. "Jesus why me?"
He wasn't the most religious person, but whatever power was there he needed it's help. He didn't care who it was as long as they helped him in his regard.

His mother was home, but he didn't know. He had been staring out of the window for a whole half an hour before he threw himself onto his bed. He didn't know what time it was, he really didn't care. He only cared that he had lived through the day... a very eventful yet uneventful day. Barely.

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Hi readers! I hope you are enjoying the story! The next chapter will be the last chapter. The finale! See you there!