Finding Georgia

6

"R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Find out what it means to me! R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Take care, TCB, oh!" I sang, washing my empty plate.

After I finished, I cleaned the wet sink top and washed my hands.

Wyatt and I were supposed to go see this new movie today called, Jaws, that came out a month ago, but something came up and he had to babysit his younger brother.

With nothing to do, I lay down on my bed and turned on the TV, seeing that Charlie's Angels was on.

"Haven't I seen this episode already?" I wondered, seeing some man, a jewelry thief, being framed for murder.

After a while, I became thirsty, so I got up and went downstairs to the kitchen.

"Georgia?"

I rolled my eyes at the annoying voice I so badly wanted to hurt.

"Hmm?" I hummed in response, opening the fridge and looking inside.

The only thing in it was apple and orange juice.

"Why did you leave the living room like that?" Keaton asked me, and I turned to him in confusion, the apple juice in my hand.

"What are you talking about?"

"Come here." He said, and guided me into the living room, which had crumbs all over the couch.

"I didn't do this, must've been Ella." I tell him honestly.

"But you saw it and didn't clean it up." He assumed, hands on his hips.

I'm gonna kill him.

"I literally have not been in here, and I will not have you accuse me of anything." I spat, and turned around, walking back to the kitchen.

"I need you to clean it up! If it was Ella, she's not here, you're here." He sternly said.

Without saying a word, an idea came to my mind.

I stormed past him, tossing the bottle of apple juice on the couch nearby, and made my way into the garage. I grabbed what I was looking for and walked past him again, ignoring his questions.

"Georgia, why do you have that hammer?"

I stepped outside, his car immediately catching my attention. I smirked and moved quickly toward it.

He'll learn today not to mess with me.

And with that, I lifted my arm high and smashed his car window with force.

"Georgia!" He screamed, and tried to stop me by clutching the hammer.

I kicked him in the shin, causing him to groan in pain, his eyes squinting.

I kept hammering every part of his car until it looked completely destroyed, its windows smashed and the doors and hood dented to the point where there were see-through cracks in them.

"Georgina, what have you done!?" My mom ran outside asking, her eyes wide in shock at the destructive sight.

"She went insane and attacked my car!" Keaton exclaimed with a shout, his leg seeming to have healed from the pain.

"He pissed me off! He deserved it!"

"Georgina Mary-Louise Scott, I did not raise you this way to act on violence! You're grounded!" She yelled, her eyes full of anger and disappointment.

But I didn't feel bad one bit.

"No," Keaton suddenly objected, jaw clenched, his gaze hardening on me. "She's gonna do me a solid, and work to buy me a new car."

"I will not!" I protested.

"Oh yes you will, Georgina, you destroyed his car!" My mother agreed.

I huffed, ignoring them and made my way back inside the house.

"And no seeing Wyatt until you've earned enough to buy Keaton a new car!"

I ran upstairs and angrily slammed my door shut. I paced back and forth across my room, my blood boiling.

Nothing will ever make me like that man. If only my mother wasn't so stubborn, she would've dumped him a long time.

There was nothing to calm myself down with, so I decided to take a nap instead. Naps always helped when I'm either sad, or upset.

I grabbed my little stuffed bunny, crawled myself onto my bed and got comfortable, and closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

This chapter is short because I've had a bad day. I can't concentrate on writing when I'm not feeling well and have a lot on my mind.

But I hope you liked this chapter!.xX