Skinny

Chapter One

"I just can't believe you Liam! You always do this! As soon as I get back in, you push me out and I'm just done! I'm so tired of being nothing to you. I'm done, I'm leaving, good fucking day!" My voice echo's off the walls of our empty house. After five years of being a play toy for someone I think I've just had enough. Liam stands in front of me, arms folded with a blank look on his face.
As if he cares, he looks down at me, with forced tears in his eyes and mumbles, "I do care about you, whether you think so or not. You're just so annoying, so stupid that I can't deal with it. I do love you Maci, I really do."
My mouth drops open in shock before realizing his actual words. Instantly, my eyes darken from their normal pale blue to dark gray. I lose sense of my surroundings as everything around me darkens the egdes of my sight bluring. I stare at him intensely, at least that's what I thought I was doing. Moments later I hear a gasp that jolts me out of my intense stare.
"What the actually shit Maci! I should beat the hell out of you right here and now!"
I look from the ground, which aparantly is what my eyes were zoned in on and look up, seeing Liam clutching the left side of his cheek, his lip slightly bloody and back to my the floor. 'You can't go around hitting grown men Maci. That will get you killed.' My inner self begs with my hand and brain.
I can't help myself from laughing manically before turning on my heels. "Just stay the hell out of my life, asshole," I hollar over my shoulder. Without even thinking I let my feet lead me to my beat up Chevy and fling my door open. I've made the trip Lord knows how many times with the same plan in mind, but this time, I know I'll actually make it out of this shitty dirt driveway. I reach up, grabbing onto the handle to pull myself up and lose my footing, cursing to myself before trying again and succeeding. I jam the key into the ignition and yank it on, hearing the familiar hum of my most prized possession starting up. Whipping the truck put of the driveway I pull to the dirt road, and take the left towards the highway, not once looking back. Mostly because I knew if I did, I'd see those familiar green eyes begging me to turn around and come back to him. My thoughts starting to get ahold of me, I reach for the stereo and yank it up. This is going to be one of the longest drives of my life, from Texas to Alabama, and I need something to distract me. I turn the station till I land on a familiar song. Looks like me and Mickey Guyton will be best friends before the end of this road trip.