He's That Thug

♥ Chapter Four ♥

I raised my hand to take another pill when my phone rang, startling me. I looked between the pills and phone, undecided. I decided to answer the phone, since Symone was calling me. If I really was oing to do this, her voice is the last one I want to hear. 

I answered. "Symone I--"

"I'm sorry," she whispered through the phone. "I hate fighting with you. I overreacted and I'm sorry. I feel bad. Everything I said...it was unfair. Sleepover at my place?"

I looked down, feeling the tears well up. "Symone--"

"I understand if your still mad but, I really want to just hang out. I'm sorry, okay? Come over. We can have a girls night in?" She cut me off again, sounding desperate. it made me feel like crying

"I can't," I whispered, my voice cracking, slightly. 

Symone was quiet. "Why not?"

"Because--"

"No, nevermind. Fine. See you at school."

"Symone, ju--"

"Forget it, okay?"

I sigh. I throw the pills across the room and slump to the floor, the phone pressed against my ear. i then let out a choked sob, starteling Symone. I cried on the floor, tears overflowing. It was too much. My dad, Anthony, Symone...I couldn't handle it.

"Rocks? Roxanne, what's wrong, are you alright?" Symone sounded suprised and worried.

Instead of answering, I cried harder.

"I'm coming to your house!" Symone announced. Without seeing her, I knew she had a determined look on her face and was probably halfwayh ou the door.

"No!" I nearly yelled, squeesing my eyes shut. no, don't..."

Symone has never been in the same house wih my dad. I only let her come when he's not here. She'd  think he was working. If she comes now...she might find out.  She might figure it all out.  I don't want that. I neever want that to happen.

"What do you mean 'no'? You were just bawling like a fat baby who can't eat a lolipop before dinner! You were seriously crying just now, Rocks. What the hell is goin on?"

"Nothing, I'll--" I sigh. "I'll come over, okay? Just give me, twenty minutes."

"You sure?" Symone sounded unsure.

"Yes."

Symone finally gave in, "Alright. See you in twenty?"

"Yeah, sure."

I stood up and packed some clothes. Enough for a week. Symone's mom loves me so she won't mind, and I would love to get away from my dad for a wee. I opened the bedroom door and dropped the bag.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going, bitch?" my father snarled, glaring at me.