What Hurts the Most

Chapter 5

    I am going to apologize ahead of time for all the slash marks. I didn\'t put them there, and I just spent ten minutes deleting them and they are still there. Sorry guys!

      After being suffocated again, I decided to get up and get ready for school. I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and my band hoodie. Its Monday so I really don\\\'t care about my clothes. I put on the darkest eye liner I could find, and was ready to go. I still had half an hour before I had to leave, and I sure as hell didn\\\\\\\'t want to be early, so I got on Facebook.

     Tami DiSantis is now friends with Tim DiSantis. Whoah, that\\\'s weird. My aunt is friends with my dad? Since when did he get a Facebook? I decided to look at it, since I had nothing else to do. I clicked on his name, and his page came up.

     \\\"What the hell!?\\\" I screamed in shock. As his profile picture, he had a picture of what looked like a 28 year old skank. She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tube top on. Since when was he dating?! He never told ME. Great way to start my morning, pissed off. I slammed my laptop of my bed and ran down to my car to leave for school.

     I pushed my foot harder and harder on the pedal. I was so angry, that the tears felt like they were burning my cheeks. Everything felt like it was flying past me and I had no control over it. I wiped away the tears like usual, and then saw a car stopped on the road right in front of me. I slammed my foot on the brake and jolted forward. No one was coming so I passed the car, flipping it off as I went.

     I parked in my usual spot and ran inside, through the rain. The bell already ran so I went straight to my locker and to first period, Geometry. We were learning about useless shit I would never use, so I put my headphones in and tuned out the teacher. Everyone started getting up and I figured the the bell rang so I got up and followed the crowd. My next two periods went by fairly fast, and then in College English I got a text.

     Dad: Hey Sage, what are you doing tonight? I you to meet someone.

     Someone, huh? I bet its that skank in his picture. I typed back a short response, straight and to the point.

     Me: Busy. Band.

     I could feel the anger start up again, I needed to get out of this class. I asked the teacher if I could go to my locker, and ran out the door and down the hall, feeling the tears starting back up all over again. I ran to the stairwell and curled up in a ball in the corner, rapidly trying to wipe away the tears. I couldn\\\'t help the gasping for air, and my face getting redder and redder. What the fuck was he thinking, he moved out only two days ago!

     The door to the stairwell opened and I didn\\\\\\\'t want to see who it was. They would only stare and probably try to help, and I didn\\\\\\\'t want any help from anyone. I buried my head in my knees and waited for the person to pass.

     \\\"Sage?\\\" I heard a familiar voice call. I peaked though my knees to see Austin standing before me with a worried look on his face. I picked my head up and looked at him. \\\"Are you okay?\\\"

     \\\"Yeah, I\\\'m fine.\\\" I lied, and faked a smile.

     He sat down beside me. \\\"No you aren\\\'t. I\\\'m going to guess its your parents.\\\"

     \\\"Uh, yeah. How did you know?\\\"

     \\\"When I look at you curled up like that I think of me and my sister when my dad left. I wanted to protect her, but there isn\\\'t much a two year old can do to comfort a seven year old.\\\"

     Tears started welling up in my eyes again, but this time for him. His parents seemed just as bad, if not worse than mine.

     \\\"Hey, don\\\'t cry. Lets get out of here. I know something that will make you forget and feel better, it always works for me.\\\" I agreed, and stood up. We walked down the staircase and out to the parking lot. He led me to a  black Toyota Camry, and motioned for me to get in.