My Link - A Story

Cutting it Close.

I woke up on top of Wes laying on the couch. I tried to get up but he just held me tighter. It was still dark out so I just laid back on his chest, closing my eyes. I opened them again to Wes carrying me. "Where are you taking me?" "You need to take a shower before work." He put me in the bathtub with all my clothes still on. Turning on the shower he left to go get me some clothes. I got up and started taking off my now wet clothes. I rinsed out my hair and washed quickly. I turned off the tap and dried off with Wes' towel, wrapping myself in it when he came back with some clothes. I changed into my jeans and one of his black t-shirts. I blow dried my hair and went into living room to find my shoes. I finally found them and my bag by the front door. I was ready to go, but I needed a jacket. I walked into Wes' room and started getting in his closet pulling out his Legend of Zelda zip-up. I went back into the living room and waited on them to hurry up. I reached in my pocket to pull out my phone to play a game, but I remembered I smashed it against the wall in rage. I felt bad because Josh bought me the phone, don't get me wrong it worked fine for texting and calls, the touch screen just glitches too much to play any games.

They finally stopped dragging their asses and we got to head to office. Today was the day that they recorded Grand Theft Smosh, and I was looking forward Ian. If he didn't shit, I would be concerned. We got into the office and I put my bag at my desk and headed back into the kitchen. Wes was getting out a coffee mug. "Hey, get me out one too." He grabbed out two, a Master Sword cup and a sweater sleeve cup. I poured my cup of coffee and went into the main game room to await what was happening next. David walked in and sat at his desk. "Hey Laurecorn, How are you doing this fine morning?" "Eh, I'm okay. What is the plan for today?" "We are going to see whose GTA online accounts can connect to the server, and those people will be recording. I can't wait to see Ian's-" "Ian's what?" Speak of the devil, the bowl haired dork walked in and settled into his chair in front of his recording station, where just yesterday I ruined his game. David elbowed me and ushered me to follow him out of the room. As we made it to the kitchen where the others were eating breakfast, we heard Ian scream. "NOO!" Ian rushed into the kitchen. "Who did it!?" Anthony snickered. "The only thing I did, was your mom last night." He got all high-fives from all the guys while me and Mari just shook our heads. "What are you talking about, Ian?" "Don't play with me. You guys know what I'm talking about!" We all looked at each other. Everyone but Ian knew it was me, and they weren't going to sell me out. "Okay if no one is going to fuss up, I guess I will have to look at the recording equipment." I mentally face palmed I remember Wes talking about it yesterday at lunch. He had set up that station to automatically record when it is turned on. All because Flitz had problems with his getting his shit together. Damn it Flitz. I really want to fade into. David leaned over to me. "Looks like you are in trouble Little Lasercorn. You have a total of 30 seconds to hide." I grabbed the handle of the kitchen cupboard and crawled in and shut the door. I knew David wasn't going to let Ian do anything, but just in case.

I heard Ian laugh and walk back in the room. "Who knew Lauren was such a serial killer? I'm not even mad. I feel more stupid than anything! God!" I listened to him chuckle and walk away. I got out of hiding. Everyone was staring at me. "Do I have something on my face?" "No, but we are disappointed he didn't cry." Matt pouted and walked into the game room. They all started up their set ups and began recording. I didn't get to play, but I just sat in the corner with Anthony and watched. Well no, I didn't. I was lost in my own thoughts. Thinking about my parents and everything that had ruined my life in the last year and a half.

"What does it matter if I just kill you now? Not like you have anyone. I bet your brother killed himself on purpose." I felt another cut to the back. You would think I would fight back, but I can't. I didn't care. She just dragged the knife just deep enough into my back. "I would kill you for being such a slut, but much more would be wasting my time. Don't ever go near Braydon again or I will kill you." I laid on the cold concrete wishing someone just make all this stop. I don't know what I did to deserve this. I tried so hard to be invisible, but everyone saw and everyone hated me. They didn't know the truth.

I felt the scar tissue on my back. It had always rubbed against my shirts, but today I was wearing a rough material and I knew it had irritated it. I got up and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. My scars had started bleeding and had leaked through my shirt. I knew I could just put my jacket on, but I didn't want it to get worse and get on Wes' jacket. I kept trying to figure out what to do. Anthony walked into the bathroom. He saw my back and that it was seeping blood. He shut and locked the door behind him. "I know those aren't because of yourself. Wanna explain?" "They are old and I haven't been about to take good care of them. The shirt I'm wearing didn't make it any better." "Stay right here. I'll be back in a second." He walked out. Where the hell was he going? He came back with a first aid kit and a cotton shirt. Having him turn around I changed shirts and lifted the back of it. He rub some cream on it and it tinged badly. "Sorry but I don't think you wanted it to get infected. I would know." He mumble the last part. I looked down at the shirt he had given me. I laughed. It was a Smosh "Friendship Always Wins" shirt. "What's so funny?" Anthony was giving me a look. "You know you are here, but you are also on my shirt. That is pretty fucking weird." "Oh well you will get used to it." He walked out leaving me to wash my hands. I wondered what he meant by that, but I wasn't going to pry.

It was 15 days until Christmas, and with this, I had to buy everyone something. I walked back into the game room to see Mari excitedly standing in the middle room. "So we are going to Secret Santa this year! So everyone write your names don't and put them in this sack." The boys snickered at Mari. I wrote my name and folded up nice and tight, putting it in the sack. She shook it up and we all drew out names. I reached in and pulled out a tiny piece of paper. I was shocked at the name I had gotten. Scrolled in a fine handwriting was written......