I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?(1)

4) I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?

The incident at the pond troubled me for the rest of the day. I couldn’t stop picturing it in my mind. I couldn’t stop puzzling over it. Rocket is such a weird person.

I was dying to mention it to someone. But who? Rocket asked me not to tell any of the parents, and I wouldn’t want to defy him, he can get very scary sometimes. And even if I asked them to keep it a secret, they’d end up blurting it out to him somehow - that’s what parents do. But who could I tell?

Gracie.

Seeing as Rocket was in the bedroom, I grabbed the laptop and took it outside. Sitting on one of the garden chairs on the patio, I signed on to Skype. Sure enough, Gracie was online, and she called me almost instantly.

“Hi!” she sang on the other end of the camera.

“Hey” I replied.

“So, did you explore?” she asked.

“Yeah”

“And?”

“It’s a really nice area. There are some cool shops, and a really nice park…” I trailed off.

“Are you alright? You seem troubled?” Gracie and I knew each other well enough to tell when something’s wrong after about two minutes of talking to each other. It amused me sometimes.

-6 Months Previously-

I waited for the doorbell to ring. Gracie was coming to stay the night, and I was extremely thankful for it. I needed her company. Earlier that day, I’d had an argument with Rocket about who got to sit on the comfiest side of the couch (the springs were broken in one side after Gracie and I had been jumping on it, so that wasn’t very pleasant to sit on). The argument had escalated very swiftly, and we had begun shouting abuse at each other. Meaningless name calling soon developed into harsh physical and emotional insults with the intention of deeply upsetting the person they were directed towards. And I have to admit, what I said was totally out of hand, but I wasn’t thinking straight at the time.

“You’re so fucking small, I’m surprised you don’t get mistaken for a ten year old” Rocket gave me a hard shove after saying this.

“At least I’m not as pale as you are, you look fucking ill!” I replied back, also shoving him, but not being able to have as much impact as he was a lot bigger than me.

“You’re awfully cranky today, kid. Are you PMSing again? ‘Cause you’re a total fucking bitch when that happens…not that you aren’t a total bitch anyway!” he shoved again, harder.

“You’ve no right to do this to me! I’m the one who ISN’T a disappointment to their parents!” I growled, trying to push him harder, but failing. I knew that if I was going to defeat him, it would have to be with what I said, because he was too strong to hurt physically.

“That doesn’t matter. They aren’t my real parents!” he retorted.

“But if your parents were alive, you’d be a disappointment to them too!” I shrieked. I immediately regretted saying that. We’d never spoken about Rocket’s parents before, and I knew it was supposed to be a no-go zone. But I got caught up in the moment. He looked at me for a moment, with an almost confused expression on his face, before he made his move.He forcefully grabbed my shoulder and literally threw me onto the ground, with the intention that I made an impact. My side hit the floor with some force, and a burning pain began to spread. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at him disbelievingly.“You asked for it” he muttered unsurely. I left the living room and ran up to my bedroom.