The Nerd and The Bitch

Chapter 3

Chapter two

He got to my room before I did, and I follow him in, slamming the door as hard as I can behind me.

He winces but Im to angry to worry about it. I inspect my room to see if she messed anything else up, i find my closet torn apart, but whats worse is what isn't there. I find the hook the necklace my father had given my mother the day I was born, usually hung on empty. A picture of them holding me was on the inside, and there was a special way of opening it so that, if you didn't know it was a locket, you couldn't open it and it just looked like a normal necklace.

She had left it when she left. When she left my father and myself without so much as a goodbye or one last hug.

Not that I remember.. Two weeks old and she left me. Sometimes I wonder if I was that bad of a baby that it drove her away. Or if my father did anything to make her hate us both.

Or maybe, it was her there was something wrong with her, maybe the problem was her.

Neither option made me feel any better, so I tried not to think about it, whatever it actually was, ill never know.

She never made contact again.

The fact that I never wore the necklace, didn't give her the right to take it. Anger flares and my vision blurs, I ache to throw punches. To go into "her" room and rip apart her things before throwing them out into the bushes. I would tell the gardeners to cut them up if she didn't have them gone by morning.

I want nothing more than her out of my home.

I hear her downstairs. Probably calling my father to tell him how terrible I am, how I threatened her. At this point I don't care what she tells him, I'm too angry.

I fly down the stairs, thinking about how good it'll feel when my fist connects with her face, a small voice tells me that it won't be a fair fight, but the voice is easily drowned out.

Fair fight or not, she deserves it.

I find her in the kitchen, on the phone as I predicted, but the voice on the other end, is not my fathers. It's recognizably a mans voice, but it could be anyone. I don't think Betty had any real female friends. She has plenty of male ones though,

I grab the phone out of her hand before she hears me, she spins around, hand raised to slap me. I must admit, it's a brave move, but there's fear in her eyes.

I let her hand connect with my face, and wait for the slight sting. Let her do it, I think. Anything I do after will be in self defense.

I don't feel it when it happens and instead of being even angrier, I laugh.

"You don't even know how to slap someone" I growl through barred teeth. Her eyes go wide, and can almost see how scared she is just by the look on her face, it's actually hilarious, she'll do something when I'm not around, but she doesn't have the nerve to actually do damage to my face, even when we're in the same room she won't yell at me. She's worse than the people I go to school with.

"Well, you can't..." She trails off, staring at the floor. I hear Mark coming into the kitchen, he stands to the side, waiting for something to happen.

"Get out of my house." I put as much vemon into my voice as possible, there's no way to communitcate how angry I am. "Leave now, or I'll have no problem throwing you out."

"You can't kick me out." She says in a small voice. "Yes, I can." I say with a glare. "Give me your keys, you have 5 minutes to be out, or you're leavin without your things. Leave my fathers credit cards too, you can call one of your little boyfriends to come get you, but you will not be coming back. Maybe if you have enough money to fix the car you can keep it. But get the fuck out." She stands there for a moment, unsure if I mean what I'm saying, then she runs up the stairs, I hear her opening and closing drawers, she goes into the closet and from the sound of it shes ripping down the racks.