Revenge | Sequel to Harsh (DISCONTINUED)

Two

Here I am, just another day. I'm waiting. And waiting. Waiting and waiting. For what? Oh right nothing, because my life has gone to crumbles. I'm waiting for something great to happen, something that will make my life have purpose and something to distract my twisted thoughts I seem to never let go. Yet with all this hope that something grand will happen, I know it won't. There's no way, because all I have been doing is sitting on this couch, or laying in bed. I barely go outside, I never interact with anyone, so that's how I know that nothing will happen.

Andy, the one person I actually talk to, has plans with some friends tonight. So here I am, alone. I've seemed to gotten used to it though, it's getting easier to do nothing for an extended period of time. I don't mind it, actually. It's easier than talking to people that's for sure.

I try not to let my mind drift back to those thoughts of the months I was gone, because I scare myself. I try to suppress the thoughts even more by not talking about them. Which has worked so far, only my therapist knows some of the things I have gone through. I'm just a sad excuse for a person, and me sulking is probably not helping.

This time it's different though. Last time I went through something similar, I was a stupid teenager that had mental issues and no one to express emotion, and I was angry. But I'm not angry anymore, just a little confused and scared to know what my mind and life have become. I'm probably going to go crazy with all this alone time.

I then decide to order a pizza because I was sort of hungry and bored. Maybe the pizza guy will be cool. I order a large peperoni pizza, and was probably overly friendly to the person on the phone. I sit and wait until the pizza comes, which at least an hour passes of me watching some stupid T.V. show. The door bell rings, and I try not to act too excited just for some pizza.

I casually walk to the door, and open it to reveal and boy not old enough to be 18. He has dusty blond hair that sweeps his forehead, and a visor that shows the pizza company name. He looks up at me, and notices my tattoos that spread my arms. "Hello." I say, he gives me a once over again and nods his head.

"$13.45 is your total." He says to me, still glancing at me weirdly. I give him $15, and tell him to keep the change.

He says thanks and looks at me again. "What are you looking at?" I say, not wanting his glances on me anymore.

"Were you part of that band, like the 5 seconds of whatever?" He says, I'm not able to tell his tone, so I wasn't sure whether or not he making fun of me or just simply wondering.

"Maybe. Did the tattoos give it away?" I ask him, hoping to get a little humor out of him.

He still stares straight, "Sure, my girlfriend knows you guys."

"She knows us?" I say, confused what that meant. Most people would say, 'Oh, my girlfriend is a fan'. Not something like that...

He nods weirdly, "She dated that weird drummer guy. He practically broke her heart, good thing she has me though." I almost laugh out loud at this guy. He was dating Riley? Wow, what a step down Riley.

It's also funny, hearing that Ashton broke her heart, when it was clearly the opposite. "Yeah good thing," I mumble, "How long have you guys been seeing eachother?"

"A few weeks." He looks so proud.

"Cute, good luck with that. Tell Riley-" I start saying. "Actually nevermind. Thanks for the pizza man." I finish saying and close the door. What a wanker, he doesn't even know what's coming for him. I feel a little bad for not warning him, but again, it's none of my business.

I can't wait for Ashton to hear this, because as far as I know, he's off with some other girl. He would find that amusing since he's so much better without Riley. I never liked her.

I sit and eat my pizza as I scroll through Netflix trying to find something that looks interesting and something that I haven't watched. It was very difficult, actually. I watch a lot of Netflix. I decide on some documentary that looks half way interesting and put down the pizza box.

I wake up to knocking on the door, I guess I fell asleep during that super interesting documentary. I look to my phone and see a text from Andy saying that she was staying at her friends and to call if I needed anything. So that doesn't answer the question of who is at the door. It was also 2 am.

I groan and get up from the couch, and make my way to the door. I open it slowly, and it reveals a very tipsy looking Austin, "Luke, my man! What's up bro?" He slurs.

"Well, I was sleeping. Did you need something?" I say trying not to get irritated, I mean he was my brother, so how could I? I would do anything for him, so helping him after a night out isn't a big deal.

He was also a big help after I had returned, he was supportive and never asked me any questions about what happened, unlike everyone else. He knew my temper, and he knew my limits.

I help him go walk into the door way, and through the kitchen. "I just didn't really have anywhere to go, I thought I'd come visit." He smiles, with his eyes half shut.

"It's a little late to be visiting you know." I say, leading him to the couch, where I'll leave him to sleep.

"I know, where's Andy?" He shifts the topic, and lays down on the couch with a dumb smile on his face.

"She's out with some friends right now," I say.

"She really likes you, you know. She was really worried about you." He giggles, like it was the funniest thing ever.

I smile at the thought of her, "I hope she likes me, we are dating." I ignore his comment about her worrying about me, I know she worried about me. I was gone an entire month without any communication, and came back all dirty and wouldn't tell her anything. It's a good thing she was worried.

"Then you were gone for such a long time! How could you do that to her?" He almost shouts, his mood changing almost instantly.

"Hey man, it's not like I asked to be stolen away with some fucking psychos." I state, was he really blaming this on me? I just didn't understand why he was so angry.

"Okay, yeah because you didn't have anything to do with it," He says sarcastically.

"I didn't actually, are you trying to say I did? Because honestly, if I could go back and change everything about my life so I didn't have to go through what I did, I would but you know. Kinda can't change the world."

"You're just like your dad." He mumbles, I can tell he's about to fall asleep.

"How do you know my dad?" I ask, hoping he wouldn't pass out. Things aren't adding up. Why would he be saying these things to me now? After he hasn't even asked me about what happen, now he was just assuming things that aren't true.

The silence I hear from him, indicates that he did fall asleep. I guess I'll just ask him tomorrow.

I was sick of all these questions and I was ready to hear some answers.

"I'm not angry anymore well, sometimes I am.." Paramore- Interlude: I'm Not Angry Anymore

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