Another Love Story

Chapter Four: Isolated

     I couldn't believe Britney was smiling after what happenes between the two of us. She is the most ugliest creature I had ever seen in the history of ugly creatures. She was so atrocious that I couldn't begin to think about her without throwing up but I moved on and waited for Tracey to pick me up. That's right you read correctly me and Tracey never broke up yet. She is still cheating on me with Josh but I don't care seeing that if I ended up being single.  I had left the huge high school to the rainy darkness of the night. But unfortunately Britney's ride wasn't there. She had stared at me and noticed that I was shivering. She had grabbed something from her arm and said "here take this you need it." It was a black jacket that was a little small for me but I accepted it and then asked her "Why did you do this?"

     "You might not like this but as I had said in the room I love you Jake," she had a smile that was inviting but she looked a little hurt.

     "What's wrong," I asked full of care and forgetting that I was still in a committed relationship.

      "Nnnothing," she was very upset.

     "Well if you don't have a problem then please stop," I seemed a little harsh but by that time Britney's mother came and picked her up.

      I had time to myself to think about her. She actually seemed like she actually had a heart. But I had to temporally stop because my ride had came. Tracey was in my car with a whole bunch of friends. I had a 50's styled Cadillac that had a red pain job. Tracey had the car because she would have hurt me if I declined.

     "What is that," Tracey pointed at the jacket and snickered.

     "OMG I swear I saw Britney Dawson wear that jacket," one of Tracey's bratty friends chipped in.

     "No, I just found it on the ground," I covered up the situation before it got worse.

      "Well okay then. Get in the trunk loser," Tracey laughed like a screeching seagull.

     I was smashed in the minuscule trunk. But at least I had my thoughts to myself. I had thought a lot about Britney. Could I have been rude to her all of this time? Oh dear god I think I was the one who made her upset. Just as I was freaking out I felt something in the jacket. I had pulled out a note from her jacket and nearly threw up from the guilt of it.

     "Dear whoever finds this note first, I just wanted to say that I hate being myself. I hate never being able to talk. I hate never being able to express myself. I hated getting abused by anyone in the whole school. This is why I am going to commit suicide by slitting my throat with a knife. Don't worry I'll do it well before anyone can do anything about it. Well, I guess this is the end. I love you all."

     Hot tears had fell down my face as I finished the letter. I thought to myself  "Oh my god Britney I swear I didn't mean to be so rude to you. You are a human being and you deserve more. I swear the next time I see you I will be a lot nicer than I have been. I wish I could hold you in my arms and tell you how I have changed my attitude." But I would never get the chance. When I had finally gotten home my father was very upset.

     "WHERE WERE YOU AT!?!?!?! AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!!!!!" My father yelled at me his breath reeking of alcohol.

     "I am so sorry father I forgot to tell you," I fell on the floor scared for what was going to happen next. My dad started to hit me and then he had grabbed his half full beer bottle, swung it, and then hit my head with it. The force was so much that I passed out.