game for life

Chapter 4: Broken Mirror

"No I am not going back down there!" I half said, half shouted at Max. He sighed and walked towards me, hands outstretched. I blinked and I was over his shoulder. I pounded on his back.

"Put me down!!" I screamed in his ear.

"Nah. I kinda like the view from here." He said. Shit, shit, shit I was only wearing his ramones t-shirt and some underwear. He just had to pick me up over his shoulder.

"Shuddup." I grumbled and flushed deep red. I crossed my arms and tried to wriggle free of Max. He tightened his grip and coincidently touched my ass

"Perv." I grumbled and flushed even deeper. I heard the door open and Max put me down in the kitchen.

"Eat. Food. Now." He said pointing at the fridge and trying to be serious. I giggled and he grabbed the leftover pizza from earlier and threw it in the microwave.

"Max I'm not hungry." I said to him confused .

"Yeah well this ain't seventh grade and you aren't that girl anymore you can't run from your problems anymore than anybody else!" Where in the hell did that come from.

"We'll youre one to talk! You stay here every god damned time your dad gets drunk and who tells you everything will end up okay in the end, who stays up all night with you and makes sure you don't jump off a bridge? It's me god damn it not your mom or sister or brother or anyone else but me!" I shouted back and turned around and ran up the stairs. I heard Max shout my name but didnt turn back around I ran up to my room and shut the door, collapsing into tears on the wall next to the door. I let the tears fall, looking at the ugly scars that had happened because of my teammates, because u was a girl, because of every time I wore my football jersey, every time I hung with the team, every time I did something wrong. I walked in to my bathroom and looked in the mirror.

Slut.

Dyke.

Cunt.

Whore.

Bitch.

Fat cow.

Charity case.

All the words I heard from people last year came flooding into my memory because of doing something I loved. That mirror deserves to be broken, just like me. I made my hand into a fist and punched the mirror and it shattered. The automatic pain that went through my hand was not worth punching a mirror. I crumpled to the cold tile floor and pulled my knees up to my chest. I deserve this, I ruined so many lives from one small mistake . I fucking killed someone yet Max kept coming back, telling me it wasn't my fault that I wasn't driving but god damn it if I hadn't made anyone go then I would be the only one dead and not Max's brother and my dead best friend.

~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~

"Max, please come! You can be my date." I said waggling my eyebrows at him.

"Sure thing. What time?" He asked grinning at me.

"7 and bring your brother because Laura is in loooooooooove with Nicholas oh and it's required that Matty come too." I said, smiling at the mention of Max's twin brother Matty. Matty was my best friend since sixth grade.

"Okay should I pick up the rest of the football team too?" He asked sarcastically. I laughed and headed home. At the time I had a huge crush on Matty but had never told him or Max.

Later that night Max, Matty and Laura were hammered and I had two beers and I was driving I went through a yellow light and a semi truck came through a red light and it was headed right for us. I swerved and the semi hit Matty and Laura instead of me and Max.

~~~~~~~~flashback over~~~~~~~~

I was doubled over on the tile floor in my bathroom sobbing and then I heard the bedroom door unlock and watched Max come in through blurred vision. I felt a sharp pain in my hand and looked at it. My hand was dripping blood and there were shards of the mirror in my knuckles. I heard Max gasp and then he grabbed my hand ( the good one) and pulled me off the floor. He pushed me on to the sink counter and grabbed the band-aids and peroxide from the cabinet. He slowly poured the peroxide on my hand and found the tweezers from behind the mirror he pulled the glass out of my knuckles and wrapped my hand in band-aids. I reached behind me and grapped pain killers from the cabinet and popped 2 of them. Max picked me up bridal styles and put me back down on my bed. He tucked me in and the laid down so we were Head-to-Toe and we sat there for a few minutes in silence and I pretended to be asleep. He sat up and kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight," He whispered as his lips stayed against my forehead," Dream of me." He laid back down and I opened my eyes to look at him and I smiled. Weird things go on in my head.