Nash and Jameson brought us back to the fucking- one of the fucking living rooms. I was annoyed. I kicked Jameson before grabbing Libby away from Nash then got a call. I groaned as soon as I read the caller ID.
I answered, "H-hey?" I stuttered, and Drake shouted, "I-I'm sorry!!" I stuttered again. His next words broke me, so I dropped the phone and ran. I ran for as long as I could before breaking down.
You're a mistake! It's all your fault! GIVE UP! DIE ALREADY!
Tears were in my eyes I was crying harder than I did when Mom died—strong arms wrapped around me. I looked up to see Nash. He wiped the few tears left on my cheek before helping me up.
He walked me back to the room where everyone was. Skye had left. Oren was trying to get into my phone probably to see who called. "Drop the phone," I said glaring. Oren set it down. I grabbed it and snapped it in two. "I said 'drop' not set it down," I shrug. Libby saw my tears.
"No, he did not!" She said. "Libby-" "No it was him don't even try to lie," Avery said. I groaned. I grabbed my phone case and then glared at my sisters. "Where is it?" I ask.
"What?" Avery gave me an innocent smile. "I will have you both pinned in under 3 seconds where is it?" I ask again. Libby and Avery shared a look. Avery's room.
"Run!" Avery said. But I had already started for her room. I checked every corner before finding it. My knife.
I walked back down to the main floor to get to the kitchen to set the plates out. I saw everyone already seated as I got the plates out. I sat in my chair my arms under the table cutting my arms. "Stop," Ave said. "Why?" I tilt my head. "My house my rules," She said.
"Your House You're rules, My knife you're life," I smirked.
Avery's eyes glared a hole into my head. Libby was seated beside Avery with her arms crossed.
"What is going on?" Jameson asked. "3-way-staring contest," I smirk, Avery blinked Libby followed. I still glared before blinking. "hmm, 5 minutes I'm getting better," I smirk.
"I hate you," They both said. I shrug, "I love you two, too," I smirk, raising my hands in a truce forgetting blood was dripping down and the knife was still in my arm. "Shit," I say softly. Nash who was seated beside me grabbed my arm with the knife in it.
"Alice," Avery said calmly to calm. I looked into Libby's eyes. I pulled my arm back and pulled the knife out. I cleaned it on my shirt before putting it back into my waistband. "Hmm?" Avery rolled her eyes.
"Well I'm going to get going, Work," I said standing up, I grabbed my second phone that I owned. It was gonna soon be time for me to sneak out. "Night Avery, Libby," I smile before walking out the front door.
I got a call halfway through my thoughts. "Hello," I say, "Umm...Wrong number?" I say hanging up. Someone just ranted to me about their snobby son!! I put my head in my hands thinking about life I liked things silent where nobody knew me.
