Chapter Forty-One
Ariya's P.O.V.
Ok, so this whole 'friend' thing is proving harder than I thought. I'm not good at this being nice thing. I honestly really struggle with being friendly. I'm not a nice person; I guess I take after my dad in that respect. I couldn't tell you if it's because of the way he treated me, or if it is just in my genes because of his DNA. I don't suppose it really matters either way. The truth of the matter still remains that I'm a horrible person and I truly don't know how to be pleasant.
It's been a tough couple of weeks. It has now been three weeks since Justin found me after my attempted escape. He has allowed me to ride Splash again, so I've been having some more 'lessons' with Justin. He seems to think I'm doing well and he keeps telling me he's proud of me. That is an extremely weird concept, especially when I know this is all fake. I'm just trying to get out of this place, even if I have to pretend I'm a reformed character.
I know is doesn't sound like it's been a rough few weeks, but trust me, it has. I'm really struggling to keep my temper under wraps. Todd was quiet for a while; I'm assuming Justin warned him to keep his mouth shut, but that seems to have worn off and he's starting to make underhanded remarks again. He needs to have the snot beat out of him to put him back in his place, but I know that will mess up my whole plan. According to my initial time scale, I have four more weeks to get out of here. I don't know if that is going to work, but I'll still try my hardest. It doesn't seem like Justin is going to let me go that easily, but I'll give it my best shot. I've never been one to back down from a challenge.
I suppose I shouldn't get my hopes up too much though. Life lets me down constantly, and I seem to fail at pretty much everything I do; except for fighting. Now that, I am good at. I still can't understand why someone would want to take away the only thing I am good at in life, but I should be used to that by now. Life has never been kind to me, and I should stop expecting it to be.
Justin seems perky this morning. While I'm struggling, angry because I'm betraying the promises I made to myself all those years ago, he seems to be having a great time. Of course he would be; he thinks he's breaking down my walls and getting to know me. He thinks he's winning this battle. I will have the last laugh. I will win this war. He might think he knows me; but he doesn't. I will never allow anyone to know me properly. He just doesn't know that I'm faking it. It wouldn't be the first time in my life that I've faked something, trust me. I've pretended more in my twenty-one years than you can possibly imagine.
We're just getting ready to have breakfast, but I'm not particularly hungry. I'm fidgeting because I have so much anger boiling up inside of me. Todd has already started with his stupid comments, and as soon as I head for the coffee pot, the turd appears next to me with a smirk on his face. I make sure there's as much space between us as physically possible. I need to lessen the odds of smacking him in the face. At the moment, I'm not liking those odds, even with a truck load of distance between us.
He mutters toward me, "Justin is looking rather happy this morning. Maybe I can sample your goods, huh? Seeing as you're sharing and all...."
I ball my left hand into a tight fist and curl the other one around my mug so tight that I think it might actually crack with the force. Instead of hitting him, I launch my cup of coffee at him. The hot liquid hits his shirt, but the cup hits the floor before actually making contact with him. Silence falls on the room for a fraction of a second and then Todd the Turd starts squealing like a piglet, about the coffee burning him.
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