Cowboys and Angels

Chapter 8

Once I got home from school from a long excruiating day, I sunk to my nose in a cool bubble bath to help the pain and blistering. I think that was the worst pain I've ever felt. And the pain didn't stop throughout the day. Every time I passed Brittany or her minions, they snickered or smirked at me. I felt defeated in every single way possible. Did I really deserve this, though? I thought. Maybe, I did. Maybe, I was just that horrible of a person. I was giving up and in. I needed to stop everything before it got worse. But what if I mess everything up while trying? That's when I'd give up.

I heard a slight knock on my bedroom door. I had a bathroom in my room; my room was the master bedroom. Since my father left before I was born and my mom could "clearly" handle me on her own, she didn't need a master bedroom since it was only her. So when I turned thirteen, we did some rearranging and I got it. Since at the time it was a guest room...a very large guest room.

I yelled to whoever it was, most likely my mother, to come in. Then there was another knock at my bathroom door. Why does my mother want to come in while I'm in the bathtub? She normally sits and talks to me through the door, I wondered.

To whoever it was, I asked, "Who is it?"

To my surprised, they said, "Hunter." Um, Hunter can't come in here while I'm completely naked in the bathtub.

"Hunter, what do you want?" I sounded annoyed and snuck up, so I rephrased. "Why are you here? I'm in the middle of taking a bubble bath."

"Emerson, I really want to talk to you. Please. I've seen my sister naked too many times. And you're prettier then her, so..." he trailed off the sentence. I was slightly complimented that he said I was pretty, but then I thought about when he said he saw his sister naked and it completely threw me off.

I sighed, "Fine." I quickly sat up in the tub and pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them...just in case the bubbles would dissolve too quickly.

He opened the door slightly, peaking in. I was weirded out with him in my bathroom while I was naked but he's my best friend. I could trust him. He glided in and shut the door behind him. Noticing the bathroom chair by the sink where my towel laid, he sat down and groaned.

"How are you doing after today?" he asked.

"You heard?" He nodded. "Gosh, it was probably the most embarrassing, painful fucking day of my life. What's new with you?"

He gave me a look as if I was stupid, "No changing the conversation, Em. Continue. I need to know."

"Hunter, please. I don't want to talk about it. It was frightening, okay?" I began to feel upset and uneasy like the walls of my bathroom were closing in on me.

"Please," he commanded nicely.

"Okay," I said, "So I was kinda ticked off that you weren't at school to help me with my lock." He had a look of guilt on his face. "I just forgot about it, though. I really didn't care anyways. So I stood there at my locker for awhile when I started overhearing Brittany and her bitches talking about Brett and me. So as any easedropper would, I listened in. She started calling me out and said I was ugly and basically worthless and that I'm a slut and everything. I was literally about to explode, Hunter. If anyone saw my face, they probably backed away to Africa or somewhere." I heard a slight chuckle come out of him; a smile grew on my face. Though at the time it wasn't amusing, I appreciated him giggling at my ridiculous comment.

"So soon enough she came over and BOOM! She dumped her hot, steaming, delicious coffee all over me. Everyone saw, of course. I stood there speechless and about to die. Hunter, I wanted to die. Right then and there. Brett was staring so was Trevor, and her minions were laughing at me." His smile immediately turned into frown.