I Wish

Chapter 7

Hey guy I'm kindof busy with school and online classes and stuff but im going to try to upload a chapter a day, ok? Also i would like it if y'all commented and gave me like, feedback and stuff. thx

~Elise❥

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Later that day, as I walk through our front door, Alex is waiting impatiently on the couch.

"So you were visiting your friend Becka, huh?" He sounds suspicious.

I nod, dropping my bag and removing my combat boots.

"You sure dressed up nice," he says.

"I was just going over to catch up with my friend, Alex, it's nothing you need to worry about, trust me." I say, defensively.

"That's funny, because Becka dropped by to bring you your debit card that apparently fell out of your wallet when you were leaving work yesterday."

My face turns bright red as I reach for my purse, I pull out my wallet with shaky hands and check the debit card slot, sure enough it was empty. I hadn't noticed, because I never even use it.

"So why don't you tell me where you really were?"

"I was visiting a different friend," I say simply, heading out to the porch with my pack of cigarettes. Alex follows me outside and sits in the chair opposite me.

"What friend," he asks, anger swelling inside him, "You obviously weren't just going to see a friend, or you would have told me."

"It's none of your bussiness where I was."

He sounds very frustrated now and is almost yelling, "It is my bussiness I'm your boyfriend! How do I know you aren't cheating on me? Huh?! How do I know, Chloe?"

I feel tears threatening to fall, but I don't let them, I can't give him that kind of satisfaction.

"I think I know where you were!" Hes yelling very loud now. Michael walks by inside and closes the back door, giving me an 'Im so sorry' little half smile. I don't understand why no one ever does anything to stop him when he yells at me. Maybe they're scared of him, like I am.

"You were with that British kid! The one that just moved in next door! I saw the way you looked at him when you first saw him out the window! You like him! I know you do!"

I shake my head and bury it in my hands, trying desperately not to cry.

"Ok, I'm leaving," he says, standing up and kicking over his chair, "Call me when your done balling your eyes out and your ready to tell me what you were doing."

And then he leaves, just like that. I hear him open the sliding glass door and step inside. He closes it and I hear footsteps headed to the front door. He screams and something gets kicked over on the way.

I sit like that, with my head in between my knees for what feels like hours, before Michael comes outside and pulls a chair up beside me. I've given up trying to stop the tears.

He puts his hand on my back and starts rubbing in circles.

"You can't let him treat you like that. You need to dump him. I never liked that cunt. You deserve better."

I look up and see his dimples smiling back at me.

Through tears and snot I ask, "Wheres Lupe?"

"Still at work," he answers.

I reach for my cigarettes and light one. I take a puff and then offer it to Michael. He shakes his head no thanks.

"If you don't mind me asking, what was he yelling about?" Michael asks, sounding more than concerned.

I've known Michael since the sixth grade, and we've always been best friends, that's why I set him up with my other best friend. So I can trust him, right?

I take a deep breath, "Ok... I was with Harry. He's in a band and he wanted me to come to one of his rehearsals. So I did, but I knew Alex would get mad so that's why I said I was with Becka."

Michael pulls his chair a little closer and puts his arm around me.

"Lupe should be home any mi..."

Just then, I hear the door open and Lupe scream, "I bought more toaster stroodles!"

She walks around the corner and sees us outside. She immedietly drops her bags and runs outside, almost tripping in her stilletos.

"What's wrong? Where's Alex?"

"I'm fine, but I think I'm gonna go rest and maybe take a nap," I say.

Taking one last puff on my cigarette, I put it out. Then I wipe my face on my sleeve and trudge upstairs. As I'm leaving, Michael pulls Lupe over to him and starts telling her what happened.

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After I change into a pair of soft leggings and one of Alex's old sweatshirts, I throw my hair into a messy bun and hop into bed with my phone.

I listen to 'Anything' by Hedley, my favorite song.

I'm thinking about texting Harry, but decide it would be better not to. He gave me his number that night on my front steps when he asked me to come to his practice. He had said to text him if I could come, so he could give me directions to Nialls place. That had been the only other time I had texted him.

I decided since the problem I was having was based around him, that it would be better not to text him though. So I stayed awake just laying in bed reading the 'House of Night' series for a while untill around 8:00 when it started to get dark.

Then I turned off my light and rolled over to look out my window. You'd think I'd feel a little alone in a big empty bed. But I was used to it. Sometimes he would go out and not get home untill morning. When he did finnaly return, he'd be drunk as shit and I would have to let him throw up and carry him to bed.

I had no doubt he was out getting drunk right now. He didn't care about me, he just needed someone to be there to help him and bring him food while he played Assassins Creed... But he had said he loved me.

He had never loved me.