Chase Creed
What I did to her was... well there was a damn good reason. It's not like I put worms in her food or fucking spiders in her bed, I simply shuffled her into a different environment. I watch out the window and see her struggling to bring everything in. I would help her, but it's just not in my nature to. She looks up at me and I wave at her, her instant reaction was to put up her middle at me, it was rude, petty, but rude.
I walk out my room, just to see her climbing up the stairs, holding her duvet. "Need some help?" I ask sarcastically. She frowns at me and continues her way up. I roll my eyes at her and as I descend the stairs, I realize I'd forgotten my phone.
I turn around and head back into my room. I grab my phone and see texts so instead of going downstairs, I sprawl across my bed and check my phone. I fly through the messages till I see... well kinda of an important one, it was Jake.
JAKE: Yo, g, u arnd?
ME: Yh, I'm arnd, what's up?
I text back, it's not like I've got more important things to do, what? Bond with Smith? Ha, in anyone's nightmare.
JAKE: Good, Mash wants a fight
WHAT!! Mash?! Why the fuck does that discombobulated alien want to fight me for? Doesn't he have better things to do? Here's an idea, go church and get baptized, mate. Arghhh. I'm not scared, just tired. Well, at least people can laugh about my death. The dude got mashed by mash. Heh, what the fuck?
ME: Alr, then, I'll swing down
God, forgive me, I'll be six feet fucking under, by then end of tonight. I get ready and make my way out. I hear a distant voice echo in the hallway. 'What the fuck, who's awake at this time?!' I ask myself, it's 12am but I know exactly who it is.
Smith. She on the phone to one of her friends, surprisingly, and she heads downstairs. Fuck, wait, why am I sneaking around in my own fucking house. I stand up confidently and make my way down. I quickly go in case I get stopped by Smith.
I enter the abandoned boxing place and see a huge crowd watching in a circle. I walk through like I'm not afraid, because I'm not. I know you might think I am, but seriously, I'm not. I take off my shirt and wrap the cloth around my knuckles. Our hands meet in the middle before the fight.
He lays the first punch, I strike back, a couple of times before getting one big WHACK!, before I fall to the floor, "fuck" I wince out in pain. He walks up to me and I quickly get up and hit him back, harder and harder I feel my fists collide with his skin. The rest of it was a blur.
I manage to return home, in triumph. I kinda knew I wouldn't have lost it, but I've been fucked up, bad time. I didn't think it would happen like that, but it did. I've got bruises and cuts and... well fuck knows what else I've got. I enter the house, unaware that Smith could still be downstairs, but I didn't hear anything, so...
I walk up the stairs, quickly and quietly. I enter my room, the one place I don't mind being. I take off my shirt and dump it into my hamper, I check the mirror to examine my cuts and how deep they were, until I hear a creak outside my door. "Smith!" I call out. She slowly enters the room, stops and drops her arms to each side, her phone slightly clutched in her hand.
"Clean my cuts" I tell her, assertively. She points to the chair as I take a seat. She walks towards me and gets the first aid kit out from my drawer. She dabs alcohol on the cotton before wiping it on my cuts, there was a slight tingle as the cotton touched me skin. It doesn't hurt. I've cleaned my cuts by myself before, I just wanted to see if she had the balls to do it. She didn't hesitate, just got it over and done with.
I stared down at her throughout the entire process of her clean my cuts. She looks up at me, only slightly before catching my gaze and looks back down. "I haven't met your parents yet" she says fixing her gaze on one particular cut, "Are they..." She trails off, her gaze moves to my eyes. "No, no they -uh, they just wanted to give you some space" I lie to her face, I couldn't tell her the truth, oh, the truth is they have arguments often and didn't want to argue in front of you, what the fuck?
"What happened, can I ask?" She says, quickly. "Just got into shit with the wrong guys" I tell her, tilting my head back. "Maybe you should learn to get into shit with the right guys, then" she replies and quickly slaps her hand over her mouth, "i didn't mean- no, it's alright, you weren't lying" I quickly cut her off. "You know you should probably stop apologizing a lot" I explain to her, "no one has apologized to you for the misery your in, so why should you?" I tell her, she looks up at me, confused.
"I'm not in any misery" she snaps back at me, "why the fuck would you say that?!" She asks, angrily, she stands up and, slowly walks away from me. I could feel the tension in the room rising. "Isn't it obvious?" I ask her, "your parents drop you off to some next dick-heads house for round the world trips, you must feel some misery that they don't give 2 shits about you, i mean, fuck, you've basically been raised by strangers your whole life" I tell her, she stands in silence and pain, tears were about to roll down her cheeks. I stand in silence looking at her, I bit my lower lip.
"I -I have to go" she says holding her breath so she doesn't explode into tears. She stops at the door and turn around, "wait... how do you know this?" "I just do" I reply. She turns instantly and walks out of my room, luckily, she manage to finish cleaning my cuts before walking out.
I know what your thinking, how do I know? Well its as simple as it gets, 2 words: School gossip. So many people chat shit about the fact that Smith's parents have been busy, to busy in fact that they have no time for their daughter. Did I feel bad? Mmm it's not like I shouted at her or even hit her, i simply just told her the truth about her life, and with them sort of people you have to learn to live with it.
I might hate her, but the one thing I'm not gonna do is teach her to lower herself, her expectations and I definitely don't want her to live up to other peoples expectations, she needs to learn, accept reality and know that no one, and I mean, no one, gives 2 shits about anyone. Everyone around you is an obstacle, if you care what an obstacle wants or feels, your dead, and I'm not gonna let her get her heart broken because she wanted to live in a fantasy.
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Aww, Chase cares for her, the older brother she never had
Chase has got some humor though, discombobulated alien 🤣🤣
But he was telling the truth, she just needed to face the facts
He could've said it nicer though, but then that's not really Chase's scene
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