Devil Or Angel?

Chapter 8

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"No, dumbass, you don't fucking do that when you clean a pot!"

"Why not? It gets it off!"

"It's stupid! You're so stupid! Dammit, why are you so fucking stupid!"

"Shut up, fatass!"

"You're such a fatass!" My Mom screams at my eighteen year old self.

And I am. I'm almost three hundred pounds. She swings at me and I duck, scared. "You fucking fatass! Fuck you!"

I blink twice.

Without a word, I turn around and walk out of the house.

"Why are you walking away?" he calls after me.

I get in my Jeep and take off, flying down the street.

I hear the revving of his engine as he follows me.

I drive so fast. He keeps up with me easily, swerving around cars. I fly down the highway and out into the country until the tears are so intense that I can't possibly drive anymore.

I pull over and shut the car off with my saftey lights blinking.

He parks right behind me.

I hear insistent knocking on my window.

I know it's Luke.

I don't want him to see my cry.

I hear the door unlock.

"Alyssa, what the fuck?" he asks. He's trying to sound angry, but there's an unfamiliar softness to his voice.

"Go away." I sniffle.

"No. Not with you like this. What the hell did I say? We fight like that all the time."

"Well I'm sick of it!" I yell at him. I'm done fighting with you! I don't like it! Why can't you just be nice?"

"I'm sorry." he whispers. "Why are you crying?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I know it doesn't seem like it but you can tell me anything."

I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Look at me." he whispers. He puts his hand on my back.

"When I was eighteen, I was almost three hundred pounds. I was bullied every day. My Mom abused me. Everyone fucking hated me. I haven't seen them since, and I know my Mom is coming. She used to call me a fatass all the time, and when you said that..." I shake my head. "I can't."

"I'm sorry." he mutters.

I shake my head. "I can't keep doing this. This isn't going to work."

"Well let's practice."

"What?" I mumble.

"No more fighting. Let's act like an actual couple."

I'm quiet for a little bit.

"Now stop crying." he wipes away my tears and kisses my forehead. "Now we start acting."

"You weren't acting?"

"No." he shakes his head, smiling. "I wasn't. Now let's go home. No more crying. As long as I'm here, nobody is going to make you shed a tear...and I'm not just saying that because I'm pretending to be your boyfriend."

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I wake up the next day to the smell of bacon and pancakes. I get up. I have on a big red t-shirt that Luke insisted I wear. I have on a thong but I don't bother putting pants on when I go down there.