The Incredible League of Goth Pizza Haters (RH)

Part 45

Author's Note: Hey guys! Lol ok so you remember my friend (she owns the character Mena)? Well after Harry left 1D she decided that her fanfic is dead and it's time to move on to something else. She's writing another fanfic with All Time Low in it, so ya know what? All Time Low is gonna show up in this story (probably). (And she's still using the character Mena) I don't know much about them, so if any of you are big fans and know them then please leave comments or message me and tell me about them. Her fanfic is gonna be about Jack Barakat. 

---Sylvia---

A few days later my brother and I got into a huge fight about his girlfriend while my mom and sister were at the store. She'd 'borrowed' 500 dollars from him, which he'd worked hard to earn, so she could afford a new dress for the winter prom. I implied that that was wrong of her and warned him that she could be using him. This led to a full-blown verbal disagreement. 

"HOW COULD YOU EVEN SAY THAT WHEN YOU'RE STAYING HERE LIVING OFF OF MOM'S MONEY AND DOING NOTHING BUT SITTING ON YOUR ASS ALL DAY FEELING SORRY FOR YOURSELF!? YOU'RE SO FUCKING USELESS IT'S NO WONDER THE LONGEST LASTING RELATIONSHIP YOU'VE EVER HAD IS WITH YOUR DEPRESSION." He yelled, face red.

"I'M SAVING UP MONEY! DO YOU REALLY THINK I WANNA STAY HERE WITH YOU? IN THE DEPRESSION HOLE? NO, I'D RATHER BE OUT TOURING THE COUNTY AND ENJOYING LIFE RATHER THAN JUST STAYING HERE AND THINKING ABOUT THINGS I'D RATHER BE DOING AND PLACES I'D RATHER BE."

"THEN GET. THE FUCK. OUT. YOU'RE NOT FUCKING WANTED HERE." It went back and forth like that until I stormed off to my room. I threw together a bag of clothes and electronics before storming out of my room with my car keys and all my saved cash. I drove off while he stood back to the window in the living room. Obviously ignoring me.

I didn't know where to go. I called Mena and she picked up and answered in her sweetest most friendly voice

"Why the fuck are you calling me while I was taking a nap?"

"Can I stay for a few days?"

"...What happened?"

"I got into a bad fight with my brother and... I'm just kinda a burden on my family. So I was wondering if I could come be a burden on you for a little while."

"Yeah, sure. And thanks for picking me up the other day." Her relationship with the boys from 1D had kinda crashed and burned after Niall had found out she slept with Zayn. They didn't hate each other, but as far as I knew, it was awkward and uncomfortable. And the internet hated her. On my list of My Friend's Who Are Hated By The Internet For Various Reason, she was right up there next to Onision. 

"Of course, it was no problem. I'll be over in a little bit." I said. When I arrived she let me in and showed me the guest bedroom. She said she'd be going out of state for a few weeks so I could only stay for two days. A few hours later my mom called and I said I'd be staying at friend's houses until I could get enough money together to rent another apartment. Then I would come by and get my belongings and cat. She said she prefers I be home but reluctantly agreed. 

***

The next two days were fun. Mena is a great cook so I ate good food and enjoyed the big flat screen in their living room. Their house was always clean and Mena kept it smelling like flowers and freshly washed linens. We stayed up late, watching Mean Girls and drawing on each other with expo markers before passing out on the couch.

Mena is a sleepwalker, which I forgot. I awoke one night to see her standing in a dark corner, face to the wall, perfectly still. I thought she was a hallucination and nearly pissed myself when she turned around and walked into the center of the living room. Her eyes were closed and she didn't make a sound as she sat cross-legged on the carpet. I thought she was gonna start chanting satanic shit right then but instead, she just lay down on the floor and curled into a fetal position. 

I tossed a blanket on her and tried to return to the realm of sleep.

***

"Don't worry... He's not as bad as you think. Just come stay here... Just until Cody gets back then you can go and stay with him. I just need you here right now. Ian and I have been fighting a lot." Meg said. I bit my lip and sighed. I'd really rather have parked my car outside a McDonald's and stayed there for a few days... but Meg was my friend.

I drove to Ian's and they showed me to my luxurious place on the living room couch. Goodbye, guest bedroom. Goodbye flat screen tv. Just goes to show you, once you get a taste of the rich life, it's hard to go back. 

I thought I'd escaped drama when I left my house, but Ian's house had become drama central. They fought over simple things like who was doing the dishes and whenever Ian brought up the topic of the baby, Meg steered the conversation in another direction which pissed him off. 

With every fight, tension seemed to build. They got worse and worse every time. On my third day of being there, I was about fed up with their constant picking at each other. I was on my couch when I heard something smash. I walked into the kitchen to find them hurling plates at each other from across the room. 

Meg actually hit Ian and I guess that's when he decided he'd had enough. He strode over and grabbed her by the shoulders. The shock was obvious on her face as he shoved her against the pantry door. She must have hit hard because there was a huge cracking sound from within the wood and when he released her she slumped to the ground, cradling her head in her hands and moaning.

"Ian! What the fuck!?" I yelled and he turned to me, eyes wide, panic painted on his face. I walked over, pushing him back and checking on my friend. When I pulled back my hand from the back of her head, there were blood smears on my fingertips. I stood up and pulled out my phone. I dialed 911 and I felt Ian looming up behind me. 

"What are you doing?"

"...She' bleeding, Ian. She needs help."

"No... No, hang up."

"911, what is your emergency?"

"PUT THE FUCKING PHONE DOWN!"

"CALM DOWN. LET ME-," he snatched my phone from me while the operator spoke inaudibly. He hung up the phone and placed it on the top of the highest cabinet. My heart began to pound. 

"You will not tell the police what happened."

"And how are you going to explain the broken dishes and your injured pregnant girlfriend? Huh? I'm not scared of you, jackass." I snapped. It was a lie, but it was a lie partially made true by anger. He took a step towards me and spoke in a slow, quiet, tense voice.

"You will not tell the police what happened, or I will hurt you. Bad." A scared dizzy feeling took me over and a familiar fear from my childhood grip my chest. I shoved him back, just to get some space between us and he swung at me. He hit my lower jaw and the force sent me crumbling to the kitchen floor.I tasted blood in my mouth and went to get back up again to run. Ian sent another punch into my right cheek and I hit the ground for the second time. 

He put his foot on my neck, and said,

"You and Meg were walking home from the park when a man in a black hoodie tried to rob you. The broken dishes were new from the store but were dropped before we could put them away. The whole box just shattered on the floor. Now, help me get my girlfriend to the bedroom so we can sweep up all this broken glass."

He hauled me to my feet and we helped Meg, who was now nearly unconscious, back to her bedroom and swept the kitchen. It was another five minutes after we finished before a patrol car rolled up at the house. They'd tracked my phone, thank god. 

The officers filed through the house and they called a paramedic to look at Meg and me. The cops were in the front room interrogating Ian and the paramedic and I were in the bedroom with an unconscious Meg when she whispered to me;

"Is he lying? All you have to say is yes and we'll take him in." 

"Yes. He attacked Meg and then he attacked me. There's traces of broken glass in the kitchen from when they were throwing dishes." I whispered back and she nodded quickly before getting up and leaving the room. I kept my composure as the struggle in the front room echoed throughout the house.