Stereotypical

XXI | They, Who Fell Apart

"Locked Away"

- R. City ft. Adam Levine

Not so proud of this chapter. I feel like I'm setting everyone up for something that won't happen. AND 5,000 READS ALREADY?! I DON'T DESERVE THIS I SWEAR!

The doorbell was going crazy.

I was somewhat humored, but more upset than anything. I didn't feel that much different; I was always mad. Parker just added to the fire. Some part of me wanted to talk things out like normal people. The rest of me wanted to dig a hole and live in it.

I was in the kitchen, piping icing onto a fresh batch of cupcakes. I found that doing impossible as hell things around the house was enough to calm me down. My hands were still bruised from my previous tantrum, but functioned all the same. I iced cupcake after cupcake, growling under my breath as the dinging continued.

"Go away!" I shouted.

"Well now I know you're home!" he responded. "And I'm not leaving until we talk."

Shit. I went back to piping, tapping my foot as the ringing resumed. 

Most people would walk away when they are blatantly being ignored. Its like saving whatever bit of self-pride one has left. But Parker, he kept coming back, kept bothering you. And that was the thing about him. The one thing. If he had any redeeming qualities, I'd vote that to be the only one.

Otherwise, he was just a prick.

Taking the piping sack with me, I stormed to the front door. I threw it open, adjusting my grip on the item in my hand. Before he had time to react, I shot the purple icing into his face and crossed my arms.

He stood frozen with a thick helping of purple icing covering the left portion of his face. He blinked once with the eye that wasn't covered. "I deserved that."

"Oh, there's a lump of cream cheese there - let me soften it out." And I slapped him. With my bruised hand. It wasn't as gratifying as I first thought. Physically and internally, I wasn't feeling like I thought I would. And some of the icing had splattered onto me. 

"I deserved that too," Parker said meekly. 

I sucked some off of my pinkie. "Yeah, and its going to dye your face if you keep it on too long. See ya." I went to shut the door, but he threw his foot in the way.

"Please, can we just talk?"

I put my body weight on the door. "No." Open the door, she thought. You won't regret it, she thought.

He was pushing against the door too now, and I was well aware that he was obviously heavier and stronger than I was. When my feet started to give on the floor, I jumped back and watched him crash to the floor. The door slammed against the wall, no doubt making a hole. I huffed irritably.  He wiped the icing from his face and slung the excess to the floor. "I'm not leaving."

I circled around and bolted upstairs, dropping the piping sack. I heard the front door shut and slammed my bedroom door shut. No lock. I should have gone to Jackson's room. 

Several moments later, Parker slowly pushed the door open. I wrapped my arms around myself, digging my nails into the flesh around my ribs. The icing had been wiped away, except for a smudge on his cheek. He flinched. "Just five minutes, okay? Then I'll be gone forever." 

"Four minutes." I declared. There wasn't much a minute would do; and it wasn't like I was counting. "You'd better have a damn good speech."

He took a deep breath. Looked around my disheveled room. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "I made the biggest mistake doing what I -"