Friendship Fails ~ON HOLD~

Chapter 5

"Umm hey, Babe."

I make to slam the door in his face but he catches me off guard by shoving past me and slipping inside before I can fully close the door. His reddish brown hair is longer than I remember but then again we were in Jr. high and I'm a junior now, his eyes are a golden brown color that would make anyone swoon and all they did was make me want to throw up.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house, Jeremy?"

My voice radiates anger. I can't believe him! I feel all my muscles that I developed playing football since I was in Jr. high tense up and bulge making me look more angry and badass. His eyes radiate a sadness and guilt, I scoff at that.

"I th-thought you'd be ha-happy to s-see me...."

His words make me laugh, a humorless laugh that sounds so dead and frightening it even shocks me for a second. He thinks he can come back and act like the victim after what he did. I don't think so.

"No, Jeremy. I'm not happy to see the person who let then do that to me. Now leave I'm busy."

I start to walk off but then I notice the glance he gives to what I'm wearing. He of all people besides Jaimie know my style and he knows these aren't my clothes.

"What you became a whore after I left? So much for love, bitch."

Anger radiates through me and I feel it even in the tips of my white hair.

"What I do is none of you fucking business asshole. You left and that's your problem, your actions don't affect mine."

He looks at me incredulous and is about to reply when Jaimie comes padding down the stairs in his boxer, his sleepy face so adorable as he runs his hand sleepily through his hair. He yawns before saying anything.

"Sil? I woke up and you weren't there so I got worr--- uhh who's this?"

He asks as he finally focuses on Jeremy. Jeremy looks murderous and he strides over to Jaimie and shoves him in the chest making Jaimie wince. I run and place myself between them and shove Jeremy away.

"Oh so you're gonna defend your latest fuck over your boyfriend?!"

I grit my teeth and then I shout at him.

"Ex boyfriend you asshole and it was only for a month and you thought you could own me well you thought wrong bastard!"

I shove him backer and backer with each word so he's pressed up against the front door by he time I'm done.

"Jaimie please go upstairs. Ill be there in a bit."

"No Sil. Tell me what's going on. Who is this guy?"

Jaimie strides over to me so he's right beside my right side. He places his hands on my tense shoulders that flinch slightly at his touch. I feel myself giving over to the rage inside, rage I kept hidden even from my best friend. That month passes through me and every word he said and everything he did comes back to me only fueling my rage.

{Flash Back first year in Jr. High 7th grade}

I was so happy! Oh my gosh he said he has a present for me! I can't wait. I wish practice would hurry up and be over. We were running drills across the field and I already knew I was gonna be a sweaty mess. After I walked into the locker room and showered and changed I got picked up by my Mom, she was distant still and I saw her very little so I cherished our time but she was always on the phone and being busy and I hardly had a chance to speak to her. That night Jeremy told me to meet him at the park, it was almost a month that we'd been together. It was random he asked me out and I said yes cuz I thought we were just gonna hang out then he asked me to be his girlfriend and idk I said yes. I walked to the park in jeans and a T-shirt and when I got their I looked and looked but I couldn't find him. I called his phone and it just rang and rang then went to voicemail. I sighed and I was walking home when they got there. In the middle of the crowd of guy was Jeremy. I smiled thinking that he was here for me and then they circled me. My heart beat in my ears making it hard to hear. Jeremy smiled evilly but sadly before walking off and leaving me alone with about a dozen or so guys surrounding me. They started to hit and kick me all at the same time. I tried fending then off and it was working for a bit before they got a good kick to my back and I had trouble moving. They beat me and scratched me, clawing at my skin and ripping my hair out. I held in my screams and shouts of pain knowing that it would only fuel their drunken rage. Yeah they were drunk, I remember the smell of stale nasty alcohol in the air. They soon got bored of a beating doll that didn't react and left me alone there on the floor of the park. I could barely move and my breathing had become ragged, I could feel my eye swelling and blood dripping down my forehead. I reached into my pocket and thankfully I found my phone still tucked away inside. I slowly dialed 911, having to do it multiple times due to my trembling fingers. They came and picked me up and all I remember is blackness.