Gracie Freaking Hall

Brianna

Brianna Anders was a bitch, just ask anyone. She was the bitch you either hated to love or loved to hate, although the last one was hard to come by. For the most part, everyone in this town adored the brown-eyed girl, the classic American sweetheart and girl next door type. Everyone knew she was a bitch when she wanted to be, but for the most part, she kept that part hidden. She was your all-American doll with her bright and shiny hair. The way she laughed at a joke captured your attention because she didn't just laugh, she tilted her head back and her whole cheeks crinkled as if it was the funniest thing she ever heard. She made you feel special, she made a freak like me feel special. She was everything I wasn't, most importantly, she was loved. Her flaws made her perfect, while mine were a misfortune. However, if I knew what I now know, I would have stayed away.

"Now that I answered your question can you guys kindly get the fuck out," I say with an expectant but hard demeanor. I was tired of having to explain myself to a bunch of losers who waltzed into my home and demanded answers when their own lives were just as fucked up as mine, if not worse. I didn't have anyone to answer to, they did.

"You can't seriously expect us to believe that the whole time you were in jail you thought about coming back to look for this box of secrets," Sydney says. My eyes instantly lit up and she was the first to respond. I had tried to be nice, but being a bitch was far more satisfying. So I stand up and walk close to her. I can see past the wide-rimmed sunglasses and see her pupils follow my every step as I near her. Her breath gets caught in her throat and I know I have effectively unnerved her.

Brianna hung with her group of friends who happened to be equally as enticing as her. They were inseparable. There was sultry Sydney who loved to flirt and was sex-positive at any given moment. The times I had sex- Ed with her, she would grab a handful of condoms when passed around, only smiling as she shrugged, saying, "I like it hard and like to go more than one round." She liked to talk about her kinks and for the most part, was completely unabashed. She was the loud and confident one, you could see it in her whole demeanor. The way her shoes tapped on the floor, her bright outfits, and most importantly how loud and carefree she was.

"If you ask me," I start as I remove her sunglasses and bring them down. Her eyes light up in fear and I can see her visibly gulp. Her hands go to grab the sunglasses back but I shake my head and they retreat. "I can't seriously believe-" I use her own words against her, she always had a problem with overusing the word seriously, "that you're still with that bastard." I lean closer to her and when she leans back, my hand goes to the back of her head and keeps her steady, inches away from my face. I racked my eyes across her face, noticing the high touches of skilled makeup she had in covering everything from her blemishes to the blue bruise under her eye. "It makes me sick to my stomach," I spit out and let go of the back of her head but not before coming up and pressing hard on her cheekbone. She winces instantly and steps out of my way as I roll my eyes and shake my head. I bite my nail and narrow my eyes at her before the reason behind that bruise comes to mind. "Don't tell me he did that because of little old me," I say with indignation. "How dare that pathetic excuse of a man uses me as a reason to hit you."

"I- he-" Sydney tries to speak but her words keep failing and she looks at me like a fish out of water, gasping for breath.

"Spit out already-" I tell her.

"You tried to keep us apart. He was worried-" she says reservedly.

I scoff, "But you're not mad at him for laying a finger on you. Let's me know he's done it before. Yet you stay with him."

"He had his reason-" her voice falters a bit, surprising herself at her own denial.

"I bet he tells you he's sorry and fucks you so hard into oblivion that you just end up being putty in his hands again. Making you believe that's all you needed. A good fuck session." I can see tears in her eyes brimming, but I don't let up. "Careful, I won't let you borrow make-up to reapply and the whole town will see what kind of bastard you married."