My Possessive Bully

T W E N T Y - T W O

I toss my phone onto my bed, and slowly make my way over to the box and carefully lift the lid.
Inside the box, there lays a small book.

The books cover is just a normal black marble journal, like the ones  that we had to use in middle school for out english homework. The only difference is that there are pen scribbles all over the white spaces. Like someone got bored of what they were writing and kept scribbling to occupy their hand, and mind.

I slowly reach into the box and pull out the notebook, and loose pages stick out of the edges of the book, almost loose enough to fall to the floor, but still sandwiched between all of the other pages.  

I carefully carry the book with me, and set down on the bed, and open it to the first page. 

10/14/15 (a.n I just picked a random date.)

They told me that i have to work on my anger, and they are making me to extra testing because the things i have done have been so harsh. They are using it to determine where I am going to be sent. I will keep a note on all of the things that make me mad, and i will get revenge. 

I close to book and toss it to the end of my bed. How did it even end up in my room? 

The only person who would have had access to my room tonight was Shane, but why would he leave his personal notebook in my room for me to read? 

I flop onto my back and stare at the ceiling, several thoughts flowing in and out of my head. 

Maybe he did this on purpose to let me see his ideas on how mad he still is at me, and how he plans to take revenge? The thought makes me sit up and grab the book again to flip through the pages a few more times.

As I am flipping through the pages that are filled with many different dates and scribbles of writing, a page falls from the book and land upside-down in my lap.

I lift the page and slowly turn it over, and gasp. 

On the page is a drawing.

A drawing of a girl.

The girl being me, but a little younger, and the face is slightly scratched off by lines of pen being scratched across the page. 

"What the hell?" I nearly yell as I toss the book to the floor, and just stare at it.

In a matter of seconds or minutes later, im not sure, my dad opens the bedroom door. With a bat in one hand and looks around. "What the hell is wrong??"

I laugh a bit as I watch him, I stand up and slightly kick the book under the bed out of Dad's view. "Nothing, Dad, I just scared myself." 

"Jesus Bianca, yelling like that at this time of night." He rolls his eyes, and sets the bat against the door frame and opens his arms for a hug. "Bring it in sleepyhead." 

I walk into his arms and return the hug. "I definitly should be getting some sleep."

"Yes, you should." he says as he pulls back and reaches for the bat. "G'night Bianca. No more yelling."

"yeah yeah." I say as I close the door. 

I walk back to my bed, reach under the bed and grab the book from the floor. I begin flipping through the loose pages.

All of them are drawings, drawings of me, of my mom. But a few catch my eye, they are drawings of a boy, but his face is completely scribbled out. 

I shove them into my backpack, and look through the book again, checking the dates of all the pages. 

10/16/15

10/19/15

11/02/15

11/10/15

11/19/15

11/24/15

11/30/15

01/15/16

01/20/16

01/25/16

01/26/16

01/27/16

01/28/16

The whole month of December is missing. Weird. 

I shove the book in my backpack and lay down, and stare at the ceiling till I fall asleep with so many thoughts swirling in my head.

So many questions but no way to get the answers without speaking to the one person that I dont want to speak to ever again.