Behind The Jersey

<CHAPTER 19> BEHIND THE C&B TORTURE

<CHAPTER 19> BEHIND THE C&B TORTURE

I should have never gone out with that sick son of a bi-scuit. I knew it was gonna end badly. He touched me and I touched him. We ate from the same pizza. Oh my god, I probably have some kind of disease now. He is ruining my life even more than he already has. And all in the name of food.

My mind replays the events of the last hour on a never-ending, torturous loop. Each time, more regret spilling into my already overflowing heart. Each time, I get sucked right back into the homey warmth of being in his arms, a forgotten yet familiar sensation of being right where I was supposed to be. The blue of his eyes darkening and the jolts of excitement overtaking my every nerve ending as I lost myself in the heat of a moment that was meant to be a dumb joke. And the merciless rip of the stitches holding that tucked away part of my heart together, the part of who I used to be. Ellie's corner of my heart.

And how dare he call me Ellie? He has no right to that nickname anymore. But also how dare my breath get caught in my throat and a swarm of butterflies erupt in my stomach when he did? Ugh, the betrayal. And by my own body.

God, I'm so pathetic. I hate myself and him. I hope he dies in a hole.

He'll probably suffocate with his head up his butt all the time.

All I wanna do now is harm him, wreck his precious little pick up truck. I wanna bust the windows out of his car.

Dig my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four wheel drive...

Carve my name into his leather seats...

Take a Louisville Slugger to both headlights...

Slash a hole in all four tires..

But he didn't cheat on you...

Maybe next time he'll think before he speaks...

Ugh, I just want to see him suffer. Watch his little fantasy world of me being obsessed with him burn. I want him to cower in fear when he hears my name. I want to punch him where the sun don't shine...again.

Okay, that was a little much.

And using the obvious tension and competition between him and his brother... That was kinda...

Genius.

But you lied.

Okay, so maybe Colton does give better massages... But he's probably had a lot of experience since he's a major hoe.

That was still psychotic.

Before I can deliver a smarta$$ retort to my inner monologue, a pencil hits the side of my head, ending my internal argument and bringing me back to the real world where vandalism and murder are illegal. How sickening.

I groan in pain with an "ouch" as the pencil thrower whispers an aggressive "psst." Rubbing the side of my head at the slight throbbing point of impact , I look over at the culprit behind the pencil throwing to chew them a new one, finding Marina with an innocent smile waving at me like she's stranded on an island, and I'm the coast guard about to rescue her. I'd leave her on the island.

I scowl at her, the rottenness of my mood draining the energy surrounding us. "Ow! What?" I hiss at her, giving her a warning glance as to inform her not to mess with me right now.

I'm in the mood to strangle someone.

Marina gives me a cheeky smile, twirling another pencil in her slender fingers. Man, where does she get all of those? Oh, right we're at school...