Less than Lovers, More than Friends

Don't Care

"Hey!" I hear loudly at my door.

Shit. It's Mark. Of course I slept too late. I never sleep too late. But I am on vacation, and this is the first time in a long time that I don't have to get up for horses. A bit of guilt washes over me. I wanted to come here, but at the same time, my friend is at home. My friend is taking care of my horses. But the thing is, I should be there. I should be there because she probably won't be there much longer. She is dying. And I should be there.

I missed it. I come back to reality, and I realize that I missed it. Mark was already up, and at my door. I wonder if he got his pleasant surprise. By the way it was sounding, the answer could very well be yes. I wanted to be there to see the look on his face. It looks like this time, I didn't.

"Go away!" I moan as I roll over and cover my head.

"I hope you're dressed." He says as he walks in.

"Naked." I say frankly from under the covers.

"Real fucking nice, Mer." Mark says as he pulls the covers off of me.

"What?" I ask as I look up, knowing very well just what he is talking about.

"I'm talking about whatever the fuck it was that you did to me!" He shouted as he shoved me.

"I didn't do shit." I tell him as I reach for the blankets.

"Oh, so that is why every part of my body is on fucking fire!" He yelled as he revealed his red eyes. "Or why it feels like someone ran a chainsaw in my throat. What the fuck was it, Mer?"

"You shouldn't have screwed with me, Mark." I tell him frankly as I look up.

"What was it?" He asks loudly. "I need to know how to get rid of it."

"Chili peppers." I finally admit with a big smile on my face.

"You are evil, Mer. I would be proud. What we did... You didn't suffer." He said as he turned as walked away.

"Whatever, Mark. I could have broken my leg." I yell at him out the door.

"But you didn't." He growled as he walked away.

I rolled my eyes. Maybe it was harsh, but it felt good. He had to know that he couldn't treat me like that and get rid of it. I start at the ceiling for awhile. I really don't want to get up. I don't have a reason to get up. It's stupid. Really stupid. Being here, stupid. I came for Mark. And he was treating me like shit. I wish I had just stayed home.

I pull my body out of bed. I know everyone has to be up by now. My aunt took the day off of work, and we were supposed to do something. But what was there to do in the middle of no where. As I come down the stairs, I see that my suspicions are right. Everyone is up and drinking coffee in the kitchen.

As I walk in, they look at me. Disgust. I can see it in their eyes. Apparently the little bitch has told everyone what I did to him. I can't believe it. I would never tell. It's like fight club. And here he went and whined to everyone.

"I cannot believe you did that, Meredith." My grandma says with disappointment.

"Did what?" I ask innocently as I stand there.

"Peppers? That was a little far, don't you think?" My grandpa spits as I look at him.

"Whatever. I can't believe you whine about it." I say to Mark as I roll my eyes.

"He had to, Meredith. He was on fire. He had no idea how to stop it. For god's sake, he could have went blind!" She shouts at me.

"Whatever." I said as she grab a bottle of water and walk outside.