Pumped-Up Kicks 2

4.8

Logan (hahaha)

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As soon as the doors to her penthouse were closed, Telly went straight down. I caught her in my arms, in enough time so she wouldn't get hurt. She was a teeny tiny thing, and would probably break a bone or something. "Logan, I don't feel too well." She told me and looked up at me, greener than the leaves during summer. So I rushed her to her bathroom and sat her down in front of the white porcelain throne. She puked up a variety of different colored liquids and all I could do was rub her back and ever so lightly kiss her neck. Her salty tears rushed down her face as she coughed up whatever was inside of her, making her cheeks watery.

"Telly, I think you have a problem." I said when she was done. She groaned and clutched a hand over her rib cage.

"No, I think you have a problem." She slurred and kept crying.

"Oh yeah? And what's my problem?"

"You're lonely."

"I'm not lonely. I have friends."

"Not really."

"There's Remie and Jase. I'm friends with them."

"You and Jase don't like each other and Remie hates your guts because you killed Jared. You and him weren't really friends either."

"Okay well I'm friends with you and Jess."

"You sleep with Jess. Are you guys really friends?" I wanted to say something that would contradict what she had to say, but she was right in all cases. "Both of you guys are lonely. That's why you sleep together. So you guys aren't lonely anymore. So you can be alone together."

"Something like that, I guess." I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly and swiped her freshly cut hair out of her sticky face. Beads of sweat had broken out on her forehead, yet she shivered as if there was a big draft. "Are you cold?" She nodded and moved towards me again. I Wrapped my arms around her tiny waist once more and rested my chin on the top of her head. "Maybe you're right. I might have a problem like you said. I am lonely." Although she was completely wasted, I wouldn't trade this moment. She wasn't mad at me and didn't have a filter like always. I finally got the chance to hold her like I so badly wanted to for the longest time now. I wanted to touch her so badly and makeup for the other day. she didn't deserve to be stood up like that. what kind of person am I? Here I am claiming to love her so, yet I treat her so horribly. As I sat there, my heart crashing furiously in my chest, there was only one thing on my mind and that was to make it right.

"That doesn't mean you have to be." She said after a long time and still, the black tears stained from her eye makeup flowed down her cheeks.

"You're right." Absent mindedly, my thumb brushed against her hip bone as I kissed her shoulder. "I don't know why, I just am."

"It's because you treat everyone you care about like shit. No one wants to be around you, if all you do is step on them."

"No one except for you of course."

"That's because of how I am. Step on me all you want, I'll still come back." She shrugged. "Like when you said that you loved Jess. That felt like I was stabbed, and you twisted the knife in my chest before yanking it out."

"That's some morbid shit."

"But that's how it felt."

I couldn't conjure the words together to even form a coherent thought that didn't make me sound like a complete dickhead. I was absolutely at a loss for words. Telly made it clear that it really hurt her. She sniffled and wiped her nose. "And I know it shouldn't have but it really did. And I wanna know why. Why would you hurt me like that?"

"Telly,"

"No Logan. Seriously is this what you do for a living. You swoon and butter up a girl for years and then act like you have feelings for her? Do you just pretend to like someone so you can sleep with them just for your own satisfaction? Are you really that low as to claim to love me so much yet you treat me like I'm nothing." She brokered from my embrace and started pacing in her teeny bathroom. "I'm not nothing. I'm not just some silly schoolgirl Logan. I'm a woman and I matter. I have feelings and hopes and dreams. I'm not just some porcelain doll that you can play around with."

"Look I know you're upset-"

"No, that's the problem. You think you know but you don't know. And I'm not upset, I'm angry. And I'm hurt. You are everything to me, yet I'm less than nothing to you."

"That's not true." I got up finally, making her pacing subside. "You know that's not true Telly."

"Do I?"

"Yes you do, and if you don't, then you should've." I shrugged.

She scoffed and shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe this." She whispered under her breath. "I think you should just leave."

"Not while you're like that."

"My flight leaves in the morning and  I still have to finish packing." She thought to herself and pushed past me.

"You can't go to Manhattan alone. Especially not while you're wasted like that."

"Watch me."

(this summer's gonna hurt like a mother bad word. woo-hoo bad word woo-hoo aye.xx)