The Favor (BOOK 1 & BOOK 2 INCLUDED)

21. A Self Centered, Pretentious Bitch

Another week had passed. And as these 21 days went by, I felt myself getting weaker and weaker each day, physically and emotionally. I could barely even get words out of my mouth anymore. And what I realized was that I didn't ever need to. Nobody ever paid attention to me. Nobody ever asked any questions about me, or even talked to me. They didn't care.

I had to make excuses for why I hadn't been talking to my mom or Charlie, the main excuse being "my throat hurts."

I cringed at how much control I let Trevor have over me. If I weren't in my position, and instead reading a girl in my position in a book, I'd shake my head. I'd disapprove of the way she lets him hurt her over and over again. I'd find it shameful that she wasn't being strong and independent like the women in this century should be, and instead being a damsel in distress. But that just goes to prove that you can never judge someone.

I understood why people let others do this to them now. It was the fear. Once you let them have power over you, there's no way out. The fear of them is permanent, like a tattoo on your heart. You feel forced to stay in the relationships, for reasons even you can't pin point.

So I sat at the lunch table with my head down. People might sometimes ask me questions, but Trevor always answered them since they were mostly about us as a couple. He'd never let me answer a question like that, and if I even tried to, I'd learn my lesson later.

I felt the heavy weight of guilt on my shoulders whenever Brendon and I looked at each other. He was so determined to find out what was wrong with me, and he constantly gave me looks of sorrow. He had no idea what was happening, but apparently he could tell that I was hurting. But I always had to remind myself that he didn't actually care about me, he just liked to mess with my head for some reason.

"Are you afraid of him?" Brendon asked out of the blue.

He never talked to me at lunch. Well, he didn't really talk to me at all.

It took me a bit to realize that he was talking to me. I widened my eyes. How could he come up with such and accurate prediction?

"Who?" I played dumb.

"Don't play dumb. I'm smarter than you think."

Well, so much for that.

"No." I lie.

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not. He doesn't scare me."

"Then why are you always so jumpy now?"

"None of your business." I hang my head back down anticipating that he won't talk to me anymore.

"Lily, why aren't you answering any questions?" Gillian asked me with a preppy tone. She sounded happy. I envied her.

"I don't feel like it." I answer with a cold and flat voice. I made sure for it to sound extra offensive.

"Geez," was her reaction. Oh, and the way she muttered under her breath "bitch."

"You really thought you were going to get away with that?" I chuckle, but I instantly stop. It was painful to laugh due to throwing up so often. The sad thing is that was the first time I had noticed that over the time span of a month.

"You heard?" She inquires innocently.

"Yeah, I did." I look at her glaring and smirking. "But what if I told you the feeling was mutual?"

The whole table was dead silent.

"What do you mean? We're best friends."

"I mean that I think you're a bitch too. You always have been."