My Domestic Creation

Don't Touch Me

I awoke on a crunchy, dirty surface. My face was pressed down on twigs and leaves. I sat up to find the spot next to me deserted. Bryan was nowhere to be found. He left me, again.

I reached into my back pocket to see it was 10:31 am, and I had 10 missed calls from Angelina. Also, 14 text messages. The last one read: I'm gonna kill you.

Figures.

I rested my head back on the ground. As it landed, a sharp stick jabbed into the back of my skull.

"For fuck sake!" I mumble to myself, as I pulled myself up and made my way towards the park. I walked to the highway and hailed a cab. On the way there I texted Bryan:

Me: I'm never seeing you again.

Two minutes later he replied: Yes u
will.

I let out a groan and hit my head on the seat. He was right. I hated him so much, but he had my heart in his hands. He could squeeze and crush me whenever he liked.

My thoughts got away from me when I saw Angelina and Brad's mansion out of the corner of my eye. My heart started beating faster and tears threatened to fall. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself for what was waiting inside.

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Angelina's POV:

"I'm gonna kill here. I'm gonna kill her Brad!" I yelled. I was pacing around the kitchen as Brad tried to calm me down. How could she just run off like that? I mean, I should've expected something like this to happen considering she is a bit too much like me.

"Honey, calm down. I'm sure she'll be back so-" Brad said rubbing my arms. He was cut if by the front door opening. I went to the living room to see Elmm walk in. She looked a mess.

"Where the hell have you been!" I screamed, walking towards her.

"Look, I just needed space," Elmm tried to protest.

"No!" I yelled at her. As I got closer, I could smell weed and track marks peeking out from underneath her rolled up sleeves. That just enraged me even more. "You went out without our permission, you didn't answer any of my calls, and you were doing drugs with god knows who!"

"I did not do drugs!" Elmm lied to my face.

"Then how do you explain these?!" I grabbed her arm harshly and pointed at they track marks. She took a deep breath and looked down at her arm full of regret. She looked close to tears.

"I-I don't," she shook her head. "I don't have an explanation."

"Why'd you do it?"

"Same reason everyone does it. Because I can't stop myself." A single tear rolled down her dirty, worn face. She looked up at me with bright, watery blue eyes. "It's not like you care."

"Elmm, of course I care! You had me worried sick not knowing where you were or what you were doing!"

"I was with my ex, and you could probably tell what I was doing. But I just don't get it. Y-you just gave me up. I've lost everything I've ever cared about! Didn't you ever think that maybe my life would take a better path with you?" Elmm started crying her eyes out, as she questioned me. Her questions were so unconnected, as if her emotions took hold of her. She looked so empty.

"I know you need answers, but I already told you. I just couldn't take care of you especially in the social state I was in. I'm sorry, Elmm." I reached out to hug her, but she pushed my hands off her.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled, running up to her room. My eyes followed her until I heard the door slam. I saw Maddox standing at the top of the stairs. He gave me an apologetic look then went to his room.

I turned to Brad and his arms engulfed me. He rubbed my back as I cried into his chest.

"What am I going to do with her?" I asked him.

"I don't know Angie, but we will find a way. I promise you." Brad replied, kissing the top of my head.

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A/N: Ughhhh it hurts to right arguments.

Luff you.
~dahlia