Fixing A Broken Relationship

Chapter 14

Just a depressing chapter. Read it or don't I honestly don't give two fucks if you do. I just can't go through this anymore. Nope. Its just...too much....

Message from the Editor- Poor Erica. She's going through a difficult time in her life. There are people out there going through this too, right? Like, me, I'll testify to it. Mentioned that in the last chapter, I believe. Well, if you are one of us... I give you my best wishes, and my support. Love and all the complications that come with it, Audrey! 

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Erica's P.O.V.

It's been a day since the incident. Just one day, and yet it feels like an eternity. That sounds so cliché, but I honestly don't care. I haven't been to school since then. I just lay in bed all day, go to the bathroom when I must, but that's not often. I mostly just think about what happened, reliving the event over and over again. I try and tell myself to get up and eat, and stop being so dramatic, but I'm really not being dramatic at all. I don't want to eat. I don't want to move.

If I do get to sleep which rarely happens, I end up dreaming about what happened at school, and then it turns into a nightmare, and I wake up screaming bloody murder. I bet the whole street could hear me. Even..him.

I have an idea. 

Maybe Luke can help. He's a boy, so maybe he can tell me how to deal with this.

I peeled myself up from the bed, my legs hurting like hell. I felt like a baby taking its first steps. So weak and helpless.

I opened my door a little and peeped out. I want to make sure my parents don't see me or else they'll be all excited and happy and stuff. Happieness just make me sad. I kind of sound like Raven from Teen Titans don't you think?

Once the coast was clear, I tip-toed to his room as quietly as I could. His door is next to mine, so it didn't take to long to get there. I knocked on the door softly just to be safe. 

I heard footsteps and he opened the door with a bedhead.

"What? It's three in the morning!" he whined.

"It's two in the afternoon. I just want to talk is all. But if you're tired, that's ok," My voice comes out crackly and weak. Sleeping in, just like his sister. So proud. I started to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist gently.

"No. Sorry. We can talk about whatever you want. Come in." He pulled me into his room gently. It's surprisingly clean for a boy's room.

He layed back on his bed while I sat at the computer chair. I was about to start talking, but he started first. "Before you start, when I said we could talk about anything, I didn't mean it. No femine things please. That would just be awkward." He shivered. 

Why would I talk to him about that stuff? I haven't talked to my mom about that sort of stuff since I was eleven when I got...you know. But I'm pretty sure I'll be getting "The Talk" soon, though. Most likely anyways.

"No. Its not about that. Its about, er, Joshua." My voice cracked a little when I said his name.

"What about him?" he asked. I can tell he's starting to get a little defensive. He knows what happened and stuff, so he's mad at you-know-who.

"Why didn't he listen to me? It wasn't my fault! I didn't do it on purpose. That stupid kid kissed me!" I felt tears well up, and I feel a mournful sob rising in my throat and soon, I was in hysterics. I fell on the floor in a ball and cried, my whole body limp. Luke walked over to me, knelt down, and hugged me as I cried. I haven't cried this much in days. I think this is my way of finally releasing my feelings.