I know the last chapter ended on a cliff hanger. I'm sorry but I swear Josh isn't a jackass. I can see where he's coming from. But poor Taylin.
"Pretty little thing
You're pulling on my strings
We're breaking all the rules tonight
Playing dirty games
Don't even know your name
I know that this just can't be right"
Bad Girl, Matt Webb
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The next morning I wake up in my bed. Sunlight pours through the window on the opposite wall. I roll over and look at the clock. The red numbers on the digital clock read:
12:54
I groan and roll out of bed until I land on the ground on all fours. Finally I stand up and walk to the wardrobe and pick out a black button up shirt and black skinny jeans. I decide on a yellow tie to complete the look, and of course the black converse. I head to the bathroom to fix myself. I peel off my clothes from the night before and shower quickly. I let the water wash over my skin, and scars. I stay in there for 25 minutes. When I dry off I dress quickly. I look at myself in the mirror. Suddenly I remember the night before. I turned down Taylin. But why? She must hate me. I hate me.
"Fuck Josh" I mutter as I realize what I need to do. I open the top left drawer and let my hand fall in and search around for the cold piece of metal. When my hand finds it I let my fingers close around it. My back finds the wall and I slide down until I sit on the floor. I press it to my wrist.
Getting kicked out of my house. Cut
Hurting Sarah. Cut
Lying to my family. Cut.
Lying to Matt. Cut.
Getting kicked out of Matt's. Cut.
Hurting Matt. Cut.
Ending the band. Cut.
Lying to the band. Cut.
Hurting my friends. Cut.
Lying to Taylin. Cut.
Leading Taylin on. Cut.
Hurting Taylin. Cut.
12 new cuts. 6 on each wrist. I watch myself bleed for awhile before I stand up and go wash the blood from my wrists. I stare down at my wrists. Feeling better, my arms are littered with scars, some fresh, some not so much. I pull my bracelets on and head down the stairs. I see a man at the door with shaggy brown hair with eyes to match pulling on a pair low top grey converse.
"Who are you?" He asks defensively
"I could ask you the same thing" I snap
"My name is Drake? Drake Cameron. Now who are you?" The man- Drak demands.
"Josh Ramsay. Now why are you here?"
"Oh, well this is great!" A voice squeaks from behind me, I spin around to see Taylin giggling, she's wearing a pink floyd shirt that reaches her knees. Her hair is knotted, tangled and matted. She has sex hair.
"Oh, well I was just... Uh... Morning" I stammer as I walk to the kitchen to get coffee. I turn around to see if Taylin wants any when I see her hand him a wad of cash. I pretend I didn't see anything. Soon she returns to the kitchen and leans against the counter.
"Boyfriend?" I ask without looking up
"Sure..." She says with a blush.
"Did you pay him?" I ask pourin a mug of coffee.
"That's not any of your concern Joshua" She snaps as she grabs the mug of coffee out of my hand. I shudder at the use of my full name.
"It's Josh, and alright." I correct her. I finish my coffee and turn to Taylin. "I'm going out to find a job today"
"Good for you. Want a cookie?"
"Who's making cookies?" Jacelynne asks with a slight laugh as she comes around the corner.
"Make your own damn cookies. I need to go buy groceries" Taylin hisses. She runs up the stairs.
"What did you do?" Jacelynne asks helping herself to a mug of coffee.
"N-nothing"
"I saw Drake, she only calls him when someone hurts her. He's her rebound guy" Jacelynne says.
"Oh, well she kissed me, and I kissed her back and then I told her I didn't want a girlfriend until I get my life on track" I explain as I wash both our mugs and put them in the cabinet
"Shit man"
"I know, I screwed up. I regret it all though."
"Alright, well you need a job?"
"Yeah, I'm going to look for one now"
"Let me come?"
"Yeah, fine. Go get dressed"
"I'll be back in 10." She smiles and bolts down the hall and up the stairs. 10 minutes later she comes down looking freshly made up. Her hair is straightened and tied into a high ponytail. She wears a black Hedley tanktop that reaches her mid thigh, covered with a black vest with pins on the left side. One being a Ramsay Fiction one.
That's a little off putting. I don't know, it's a little weird.
black leggings with zippers up the sides and knee high combat boots, thick rings of eyeliner and studded earings. "Josh?"
"Yeah?"
"Is the Ramsay Fiction pin bugging you? You looked at it weird"
Yes. "No."
"Alright" Fuck Jacelynne. Just take it off. You're making me feel unstable.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, let's go" She steps ahead of me making me notice the jacket has the words "Playing Dead: Ramsay Fiction"
Why would she do this to me? Like what the fuck?
"Josh? Are you alright?"
No, your jacket has my past written all over it. Fuck. "What? Oh, yeah. Fine" I say as I plaster a fake smile all over my face.
"Let's go then!"
**5 HOURS LATER**
"So Matt called the band quits because of your addiction?" Jacelynne asks over dinner
"Yes" I snap, I decided against a lot of food tonight. I didn't feel up to it. I promised if Jacelynne took off the jacket I'd answer questions about the band.
"So why don't you go to rehab?" Taylin asks.
"Trying to get rid of me?" I ask with a wink. Taylin sighs.
"Maybe" She says sassily.
"Well why don't you?" Jacelynne asks.
"Why don't you?" I snap. What the fuck was that Josh?
"Excuse me" Jacelynne breathes. Hurt shoots across her face. She runs upstairs and slams her door.
"Nice one" Taylin snaps before getting up from the table.
