They're in my head. The words. The laughs. The video. The everything. I remember the yells erupting from the house as my brother no doubt laid his fist on to Darren's face.
My forehead leans against the glass, my tears falling without my knowledge really. They fall down and keep falling, but I just stare straight ahead.
"Should we go get him?" I think Andrew asks. Who else is in here?
"He'll be out soon," another guy says. Who is it?
Mister no name was right as my brother angrily stalks out of the house. The bruises on his knuckles and the blood aren't hard to see. He's sweating, breathing hard and all because of me.
He opens the drivers door, slamming it shut and then hitting the steering wheel with what I'm guessing is his fist.
"Fuck!" He yells. No one tries to stop his rampage.
My body doesn't move, and I don't say anything. I don't know what to say if I did. It was my fault for being so naive. It was my fault for thinking Gavin Johnson could've ever care about me, right? Who was I to think that I could change him? Now I'm forever ruined and it's no one else's fault, but my own.
"I should go back in there and kill him, yeah?" Devon huffs, his breathing loud enough for all of us in the car to here.
"No," Andrew growls. "We need to get out of here before the neighbors call the cops or some shit."
"Fuck that-"
"We need to get her home." It's like something switches in the car, the air. I can practically feel my brothers eyes on me after the statement that was made. I, of course, don't put any effort into looking back at him. I'm too exhausted, too hurt, too...broken.
It's a strange thing really, how one minute your life can be amazing and full of excitement, and then the next you're crying because your boyfriend bet on your virginity.
It's not surreal yet, I know that it will be some time tonight or even tomorrow. Right now I just hear his voice, begging, shouting, crying. I hear the rushing in my ears as a sex tape of mine is released
I don't understand it yet. It still has that nightmare and dream effect right now.
Devon doesn't say anything, but I hear the engine turn on and the wheels start to move. My eyes capture the buildings outside as we rush out of the crime scene. The crime scene of my lost mind.
"I'll fucking kill all of them," my brother mumbles. Or maybe he's yelling. I have no idea, my ears feel like they're clogged with six inches of cotton. My head is fuzzy and my eyes have this weird feeling after all the tears that have fallen from them. "I swear to god I will."
"Did he say anything?" Andrew asks. "Did he let you know anything of what happened?"
"What happened?" My brother growls. "What happened is that he fucking played my baby sister in a bet. That's what fucking happened. He deserves to get his teeth shoved down his throat."
"This is a mess," I think it's Tammy that sobs. "We didn't even know that this was going on."
"Well, neither did we," Devon strains. "But his little goonies did. He was fucking planning this for months, fucking months."
Sighs are heard throughout the car. I don't even feel like I'm even in the conversation with the way they're talking like I'm not even here. I don't feel like I am, anyway. And quite honestly, I wish I wasn't here at all.
Arms, maybe hands support my body. We're moving, I'm not sure where, but when I feel a soft surface underneath me, I realize it must he my bed.
"Can you put some different clothes on her?"
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Too Complicated
Teen Fiction"I remember his face, his eyes that begged for forgiveness, his body as it shook with anger and emotion. I remember how my world fell apart right before him and how he watched me completely disintegrate because of what he did. What he committed. Th...
