Take a left up ahead

ch. 8 Well, crap.

Take a Left up ahead

Chapter 8

Well, CRAP.

AN: I am so sorry. It has been over what, 2 month now??? And I sincerely apologize. I am a horrible person, I know. Please forgive me. HAHA and this chapter is dedicated to my HP buddy LOVE YA and I am sorry I kept you in suspense about the name of this chapter... Please forgive me. Hope you enjoy and don’t forget I’m ALL about the... COMMENTS!

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Ok then, Addison. You have been accepted to go to the nut house and live with the squirrels until the day that you die.

We’ve got exactly 3 hours 32 minutes and 4 seconds until reaching the destination- Hell cottage. That stupid day dream about the 10 year later, Nathan scared the crap out of me, and I have been trying to hold back the tears.

 OK. so maybe that was a slight exaggeration. But I was still underwear-less  which was driving me to a breaking point and if I heard one more word come out of Nathan’s mouth I’m going to go all Karate kid on his a**. I was trying to block his voice out, but have you ever met one of those people who drove you mental. So mental, that everything they do makes you want to tear them limb from limb with your teeth? And grind your teeth in frustration when you want to tell them off but you can’t! And their voice is like something you so badly want to ignore and NEVER hear again but you’re SO annoyed by them that somehow you pay rapt attention to their every word which drives you to funky town and back? Yeah, well say hello to Nathan.

I glanced out the side of Nathan’s window, looking at the change of scenery. From trees, to fields of cows.

“Did you know that Addison?”

Wait, what? Oh damn, he just said my name...

“No I had absolutely no idea that the name of your previous cat was fluffy...”

He shot a glare in my direction and sighed. Smiling to myself I noted the ding that went off in my head signalling a point for me.

“You know you could be nice for once and actually listen to me Addison.”

I twisted my head around, cringing at the pop in my neck, to completely look at him. Was he bonkers?! The last time we had seen each other, we ended up rolling around on the ground. And I was grasping his neck in my hands, squeezing with all my might.

He had made some comment on how Harry Potter was the stupidest thing he had ever read and how J.K. Rowling was better off poor. Yeah, he had bruises in the shape of my hands on his neck for weeks after that. And the worst part was that when my dad walked in he thought we were getting it on. Yeah. That is how retarded my family is. And to contrary belief there are some fathers who will take a look, at what he thinks is his daughter doing it with her nemesis, when actually trying to murder him, and walk away yelling at us to ‘be safe’.

So when Nathan wants to talk nicey-nice, something is seriously wrong.

“Ok what the heck gives Nathan, you’re not fooling me, what the heck is wrong with you and why are you acting crazy?!”