It Matters

It Matters (pt 2)

Ymir paced in her room, her brows lowered slightly in concentration. She went over the events of the day within her head, blushing slightly and groaning as she thought over the last set of miss happenings that occurred at school. After Krista had asked if Ymir was 'okay', the brunette had totally freaked and ran out of school without another thought. Now she stood in her room, thinking about the blue magnificent eyes that belonged to the short blonde girl.

Ymir was so much in her trance, that she didn't hear the door to her room opening until it was too late. She was only pulled out of her day dream when a hard slap meet her cheek.

"Why the hell are ya standing around?" her father growled. "I was callin' you to get me a beer! Now stop being such a lazy ass and put yourself to some use!" he ranted on, slamming the door hard as he left the room. Ymir stood in shock, but frowned some.

"Hypocrite..." she muttered beneath her breath and began to inspect her face in the broken mirror her father had once slammed her into.

Grimacing she remembered the pain of the glass hitting her back, some of it cutting through her shirt and skin. Quickly shaking off the thought she looked at her slightly red cheek. With a sigh she quietly went into the kitchen to get an ice pack from the freezer, so that her cheek wouldn't swell. Well at least not a lot.

Glancing around in the freezer for a bit and finding no ice pack, she grabbed a bag of frozen peas and placed it against her cheek. The teen then looked at the small living room and found her father passed out on the couch. The room looked a mess, being littered with fast food bags, beer bottles, stains on the carpet, cigarettes, and dirty clothes.

Ymir knew that if she didn't clean up the room now her father would yell at her later for not doing so, but she also didn't feel comfortable with cleaning up around the man. Sighing she quietly went into the room with a large white trash bag. She threw away the trash as quietly as one might be able to be able to, and stashed the bottles in her collection. She'd leave and recycle them for some extra cash.

After deeming the room as 'presentable',she placed the bottles in her empty backpack and headed out. Just as she was leaving, about to turn the corner, she heard her name being yelled out. By her father. When she turned to look at the man she stood frozen. He was in one of those moods again. His eyes seemed to flare as he began slightly walking, slightly stumbling over to her. Her hands clenched at her sides, and her heart beat as fast as her Fall Out Boy songs. She knew that once he reached her all hell would break loose.

Ymir was ready to take on whatever he had in store for her, but something inside of her snapped. She didn't want this. Even if she deserved it, she didn't want it! She was being selfish but who cared? Quickly the girl spun on her heel and ran as fast as she could. She heard her father call out to her angrily, telling her to stop and other curse words, but she just kept going full speed ahead. Maybe she was running too fast, because when she rounded a corner she couldn't stop herself from running into someone.

"O-ow!" the girl she had run into exclaimed as they both fell on the cold hard ground.

"Oh..." Ymir started off lamely then pushed herself up quickly and gave out a hand to the girl. "Sorry-Krista?!" she said her eyes, her eyes widening in shock as she helped her classmate.

'Not to mention the girl of your dreams...' she thought to herself but quickly shook her head and removed the thought as a light red started to form in her cheeks. Despite all the commotion going on she could still make her blush. Damnit.

"Hey you're that girl who saved me earlier! Ymir right?" Krista said softly and then smiled a bit sadly. "I felt really bad that I didn't get the chance to properly thank you. Would you like to go out for coffee sometime? My treat." she continued on, and then noticed how strange Ymir was acting. She seemed jittery, afraid almost, but of what?

Suddenly a loud yell of Ymir's name was heard, and both girls shivered at the anger and venom laced within the words.

"How about we get that drink?" Krista asked with a slightly worried smile. Ymir nodded quickly and grabbed her hand before taking off.