How To Stay Afloat (BxB)

Chapter 76: At least I'm being honest

Marcus just beat me the fuck up and I just slammed my car door directly in Adam's face, almost knocking him out.

If I wanna see tomorrow I just need to get away as fast I can.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I curse as I speed away from them.

What the hell just happened? That was so freaking scary.

The radio is playing some stupid good mood song and I turn the volume down.

I drive for not even a minute and then park the car on the side of the road next to a playground, right before the street leads to the busier streets.

"Fuck." I say once again and hit the steering wheel. "Fuck." I yell angrily.

At least I can breathe fine again. I guess that was just the sobbing after all.

I turn off the ignition and lean against the seat, catching my breath.

I just sit there for a minute, not moving, just thinking about what the hell just happened.

How do I look?

I turn on the light in the car and pull down the sun shield to open the tiny mirror there.

I sigh. Great. Perfect. How am I gonna excuse this bruise? I got a nasty looking bruise on the side of my face and there's blood on my lip. Right now it's not too bad, but tomorrow the bruise will be very visible.

I look at my teeth to make sure they're all okay since I'm not sure where the blood came from.

My eyes look horribly puffy and I just look like shit. I looked like shit before and now I look like I basically just came back from the dead or something.

My stomach hurts a lot worse than my face. How the fuck did that happen? I went there because Adam texted and called me. Why did he do that if he hung out with them? Did he want me to show up so they can beat me up?

I just don't understand anything anymore. I just tried to help.

Austin was right. Caleb, Harry, Carla, my parents, they all told me to stay away from Adam because he's bad news. I'm so stupid. I'm so freaking stupid. Why did I go there?

I start laughing when I realize how fucking idiotic I am. He needed advice. What a joke.

I look inside the pocket of my jacket. At least I got a free joint. Almost worth getting beat up.

I didn't even wanna smoke. Okay, that's a lie, maybe I did. It doesn't matter. I'm gonna get fucking high now.

I climb out of the car and walk to the empty playground. It's half past nine. No kids anywhere near.

I sit down on one of the swings and take out the joint and my lighter.

Before I can light it my phone starts ringing.

It's Harry.

I let out a sigh and debate whether I should even answer the call. But he's calling for the second time now, so I should pick up.

I try to regain my strength to sound like I didn't just fear for my freaking life, getting beat up.

"Hey. What's up?" I ask him as calmly as I can muster.

"Are you okay?" He asks me concerned. "Where are you?"

"Huh?" I ask him confused.

"Just tell me where you are! I'm coming to you." He says.

I look around. "Oh, uhm, at a playground." I tell him unsure.

"Can you be a little more specific? The one close to the landfill?" He asks me.