There's Something About Juvie

Just Relax...Part 2

I want to cry so bad its painful.

Every part of me was aching, and dry sobs came stabbing at me in every direction.

I figured my sobbing would wake up  Bridgette, the only Bass girl besides me remaining, so I stepped out of the cabins. 

The cool air pressed against my tank top and running shorts, sending good chills down my spine. I walked deep into the woods, then resting against a tree. I pressed my forearms against the trunk, then sobbed. 

I've never sobbed ever like this before. It drew everything out of me, causing my ribs to ache. But it felt so relieving, so emptying. 

I gasped, then dropped down to the ground, cradling myself. I knew I should've brought something warmer out.

I sat there, silent, rocking on my heels. I hated this. I shouldn't be so weak, over a boy. 

Only one boy had done this to me before.

And I still hate him to this day.

I tenderly touched the bruise on my hip. I had claimed it when I was shoved into a wall, after I refused to make out with my ex, Dorian Grey. That psychotic bitch.

I then stood up, and walked back to the cabins, where Bridgette sat cross legged on her bed, looking worried.

"There you are! I was worried-wait, are you crying?"

I shook my head, wiping at my eyes. "No."

She stood up frowning, holding out her arms. I hesitantly walked into them.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

I then burst into tears. "Duncan and I broke up."

"What?! Why?"

"H-he kissed C-Courtney.."

"That bastard! I'm so sorry, Ash!"

She squeezed onto me tighter, then frowned. 

"Why don't you go get yourself a shower, then we can pig out on some food? Maybe we can watch a movie on my laptop and girl out."

I smiled shakily. I hadn't "girled" out in a while, and I had nearly forgotten the feeling. 

"S-sure."

"Do you want me to tell anyone? Or keep it a secret?"

"I-I'll tell someone if it comes down to it."

"Alright. See you in a bit."

"Thanks, Bridge."

"No problem."

I grabbed my towel and my clothes, then shuffled over to the bathrooms and showered. I put on black skinny jeans, a Black Veil Brides tee, and Black Converse. I put on dark makeup, matching my sorrow mood.

I rested my elbows against the counter. Breakups suck.

I closed my eyes, breathing in slowly. This...hurts....

When I opened my eyes, I screamed. Duncan stood behind me, dressed in his usual attire. He had a look of concern on his face. I swung around, facing him. 

"Duncan?"

"We need to talk."

He strode over to the door, then locked it.

"Why would we talk? You don't have Courtney to hit up?"

"I don't like Courtney. I like you. Screw that, I love you."

"You said that all the time, but how would I know if you meant it? It could've been something you just said to tide me over, so I wouldn't be suspicious."