Chapter Nine: Curiosity Killed The Cat

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{Bella's p.o.v}

When I walk into the living room there is already a pretty decent crowd. My eyes wander around the room Luke and Ash are setting up a little stage area, Calum is pouring drinks, Michael is nowhere to be seen, then there is a group of girls who might as well be wearing no clothing and of course as Renny had assumed No-homo-Hudson.

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Ren was right. He was here. Crap. One part of me wants to slap him in the face for being such a dick and another part wants to hide in my room for the rest of the night. I start to walk to the bathroom but as I turn away some one grabs my wrist. Without looking I assume it is Luke.


"Luke get off me please." I say trying to wriggle free.


"Aw sweetie your fag friend Luke is playing guitar." They reply. Their voice making my stomach cringe.

Before I even turn around I know who it is. It's Hudson. I glare at him and if there were anytime would want lazar vision it would be right now. I would vaporize his ass in a split second. But I can't, unfortunately.


"Hey honey what is the glare for. I'm friendly." He says slurring almost every word. It was obvious he was a little tipsy.


"First of all don't ever call me honey and second you are not friendly and we are not friends" I spit the words at him like venom hoping they poison him.


"Oh were not friends? I'll change that" he says crashing are lips into a disgusting alcohol infused kiss.


I push him off and he falls to the ground. I scream at him until someone else grabs my wrist and this time it is Luke. He pulls me away. I wriggle free from Luke and run to my room. As I run off Hudson ( now on his feet looking quite pissed) yells at me.


"Oh look we have another worthless fuck-up. She clearly doesn't care about anyone. Or why would Alexa be dead."


I realized I had stopped running but when the last words fell out of his mouth the room fell silent and I sprinted. All of my hopes and dreams. Everything. My clean slate gone, scribbled on by some idiots chalk. And the worst part was what he said was true. I'm just a worthless mistake who cares about herself way to much. It is what he said and it is what they said, it was what was true. I needed to harm myself. I needed to get to my room and grab my backpack and leave. It would better everyone.

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When I get back to my room there are two people heavily making-out on the bed. Instead of awkwardly grabbing my stuff I just leave. I walk in a strait line to the front yard. It was freezing out but the cold air soothed my breathing and numbed my thoughts. I walk a little further and find a tree with a swing. Using my IPhone flashlight I clear it free of damp leaves and take a seat. I rock back and fourth a little and the absorbed rain begins to seep out of the wooden plank and into my jeans. I feel a little better even though the thoughts are still swirling in my head. I will never have a fresh start. I will never stop living in my nightmare. It is my fault. The thoughts continue to swirl. Saying things like "jump. come on find a bridge. It will lighten everyone's load.". I shake my head trying to shake them out of my mind. Finally the thoughts die down and I feel my cheeks have become hot and sticky from a heavy flow of tears. My hair sticks to my face and I begin to take deep breaths. A simple in out pattern soothes me enough to stop crying. The wind cools my wet cheeks with each howling blow allowing them to become rosy from chills not tears. Suddenly I hear a crunching of leaves and my breathing spikes up again.


"Hello?" I call out to the approaching figure.


"Oh sorry, I see my tree has been taken." a deeper male voice speaks.


"Oh sorry didn't know tress belonged to people out here." I say snappy


"Okay well I'm not finding another tree and I'm definitely not going back inside" he says taking a seat leaning against the tree.


We sit in silence for about five minuets before I realize I still have no idea who is next to me. I turn on my flashlight and shine it down on the shadowy figure. Squinting and covering his eyes he turns toward me.


"Michael?" I gasp.


"God damn that is bright." he says and I flick the light off.


"Better?" I ask.


"I guess I mean I'm still not alone but doubt that is happening." He says sneeringly.


"Your right that is not happening. I'm not going back in there either. Also I was here first. Why are you here anyway? Did Luke send you?" I say doubting he will answer.


"No Luke did not send me, I'm out here because everyone inside is drunk and loud." he says clearly ticked off.


"Okay. Well, why did you come? What did you expect a sober non-obnoxious college party?" I say in the matching his level of sass.


"No I didn't expect that." He says pausing "I hopped for that."


"Yea I hopped that people would chill. Maybe they did, maybe a little to much." I say mainly talking to myself.


"Are you staying the night?" I ask just trying to take advantage of meeting Michael.


"No I don't plan on it. I drove up alone so I could leave when I wanted" when he says this I realized I was stuck here. I doubt any one would be leaving the cabin tonight and I don't want to sleep in my occupied bedroom.


"I heard your bands new song. It was really good. Did you write some of it?" I ask.


"Yes I wrote quite a few." He answers quickly.


"Is it your dream to make it as a band?" I ask still just out of boredom and the necessity of avoiding awkward silence.


"Well yes. Why do you ask so many questions? You're almost as bad as the girls in there." He says sassily as before.


"I am just curios" I say snappily, again.


"Well curiosity killed the cat" he says smugly as if he were winning a sibling argument.


There is a long pause of silence and then finally I stand up to leave muttering one last thing. One thing the thoughts wanted me to say aloud. Almost as a cry for help, for someone I didn't get along with to hear.


"Maybe the cat wanted to die." I say and then quickly scurry off.


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;)) this is fun to write so hope you all like it. Hopefully next chapter will be up friday!

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