Rumor Has It

Chapter 1

Ez's POV

I push the doors of the school open and run down the sidewalk as fast as I can. A sob escapes my lips and I wipe my face clear of tears but more start to flow. I wipe my eyes and smear the mascara I had put on this morning. Once the school is out of sight, I start to walk.

I start to think about today and how it had been the worst day of my life.
"Why me." I say to myself while holding my arms close to my body so I don't freeze to death in the cold January air. My shoes started to get heavy due to the snow from 2 days ago.

After what feels like years I finally reach my house and grab my house key from under the mat. I quickly put it in the door and unlock it before storming in. I hear my mom in the kitchen but it all goes quiet.

"Who's here?" She asks with a knife in her hands as she rounds the corner of the island. I just stare at her for a short second before running to my room. I hear a gasp and the knife hit the floor before she follows after me.

"Ez! Ezmerelda!" She yelled following me up the stairs. I ran to my room, slamming the door, and locking it just before she could get in.

She starts banging on the door as let another sob rack through my body.
"Ezmerelda please open the door." She says while fear races through her voice. I look around frantically for my book but can't seem to find it.

Next thing I know, I'm on my bed, papers, books, even furniture is all around my room making it x20 more messy than usual. I look down at the black book in front of me. I grab a pencil off my nightstand and start writing today's events.

"Dear journal thingy,
Today has been the worst and most miserable day of my life. I don't know why I deserve this but ya know shit happens. I can't tell you what happened just yet. You need to hear the whole story all you need to know is that I've lost all of the 3 friends I had, the whole school is calling me a slut, a whore, a cunt, etc., and to top it off, my brothers don't believe me, and the soccer coaches aren't looking at me the same. I'm going to have to hear what everyone is saying about me from my brothers. I thought freshman year was supposed to be awesome and a lot of fun. I guess this isn't like in movies though.
Ez"

As I finish writing, the tears on my face hit the pages and I just sit on my bed while I hear my mom talking to my dad on the phone. I grab my pillow and hold it in my lap.

About 20 minutes of bad breathing my door swings open and I see my dad and my mother standing in the doorway.
" Ez." He says running over with my mom following. The tears that had stopped all of a sudden came rushing back like a title wave.

I feel an anxiety attack start up again and grip my chest while gasping for air. My dad runs to my bedside table and grabs my inhaler. He shakes it, opens it, and puts it in my mouth before pushing down and I breath in. I hold it for 10 seconds before breathing out and calming down. I take it from him and do it again.

My chest feels so compressed that I let out a yell of pain. He rubs my back and I start to cough and I instantly break down. I throw my arms around my dads neck and hug him as if my life depended on it.

I heard my mom sniffle and my dad only calmed me down so I was hiccuping into his neck. My dad was rarely home since he was a Marine and got deployed a lot.
"Shh it's ok, just breath. You're ok. I'm right here." He says stroking my hair.

He kisses my hair and puts his chin on my head. My mom sits next to us and rubs my back. It's quiet except for my occasional hiccups and the rigid breathing that's coming from my lungs which are suffocating in my dads chest. We all hear the front door open and my dad lifts his head up.