Shielded.

Chapter 8

I barge into the conversation that Kennedy is having. I am so filled with anger, and hate right now. I can't even tell if I'm shouting or just talking.

"Kennedy, get your ass up. We're going home. Now."

"What why?"

"Now."

I slam the door closed, but I hear Kennedy reopen it, and as it's opening I hear Twiggy say, "Damn Brian. What did you do?" But the door closes again before I can hear a reply.

"Are you okay?" Kennedy asks me.

"No. I'm not. I want my car and then I'm going home." I open the car door and plop down inside of the passenger seat.

"Okay. Well you can stop being a bitch, Charlie. I'm taking you to get your car."

I huff at her and stare out of the window.

It's silent. All I can hear is tires on pavement.

He was right and you know it. That's why you're so fucking angry. He was right. You're completely pathetic, you know that? You can't even accept the truth.

"What the actual fuck even happened?" Kennedy snarls.

"Nothing. But just to let you know, I will never be coming back here with you ever again."

"Uhh. Okay?" She says.

The ride seemed so short. I was just as angry as I was when I left.

"Thanks." I say and slam the door shut. I pull my key out of my pocket and unlock the door. Sliding in. And driving home. Taking a deep breath. I don't even begin to think of the mass chaos that waits for me at home.

Shit.

I pull into the driveway, shifting my car into park and listening.

No shouting this time.

When I open the door, I quickly scurry into my room where Bailey sits. It was almost like she sat there waiting for me to come home just to tear into me about breaking her favorite perfume bottle.

I was right.

"I guess you were the one who broke my perfume bottle and didn't even bother to clean it up?"

I don't answer, instead I just lay down in bed and pulled the cover over me.

I think for a moment.

Why isn't she in school right now?

"Why the hell are you not at school?"

"Dad didn't make me go today."

I huff, this time sarcastically.

She talks again. She's freaking out about that damn perfume bottle. How will I get another bottle? You could have at least cleaned it up! Blah blah blah blah blah.

I am no longer listening. I drift off. I'm asleep. And for once, I have the same feeling I had when I first took the acid.

The same falling sensation that eventually led to me freaking out and the fight that made me swear to never show up to another Marilyn Manson and the Spooky Kids show.

I'm pretty sure everyone was asleep, or at least drunk and passed out when I woke up because it was so silent I could hear my ears ring.

I glance at the clock and I see that it's nearly 8:30 at night.

There's still time to go to the show again tonight.

I played with the thought of showing up there again in my mind. Showing up will show my vulnerability and how truly pathetic I am to Brian and everyone else. But if I go I won't have to deal with Code: Red in the morning or Bailey and Dakota...