Ride Or Die

Glass Doll

Glass Doll


"You can tell me anything," Rosemarie went on, "We're friends."
I scoffed at the young lady who couldn't have been more than just five years older than me, at most. "We are most definitely not friends," My words tasted just as bitter as they sounded, "I don't have to pay to vent to my friends." The woman looked taken back, but quickly regained herself. She crossed one leg over the other and straightened out her much too tight skirt. Suddenly the childish decoration that surrounded the room became even more irritating than before, and I just wanted out. I was better and no longer needed these dumb sessions. But then again, I didn't think I ever needed them in the first place.
I stood up on my own and strutted towards the door, swinging it opened allowing a gust of wind to blow back my long hair. "You're time's not up yet!" Rosemarie stood herself and called after me. "Oh, I think it is." I smirked to myself before turning with my piercing blue eyes that resembled daggers; I slammed the humongous wooden door shut in the lady's face. Keeping the same expression until I turned only to walk straight into Jason's hard chest. "Paisley," He glared down to me with a harsh expression. Painted on my face was a nervous smile, "Hi." He shook his head and shoved his hands into his pockets, waiting for an explanation. I gulped.
"You didn't have to be such a bitch!" Jason's voice roared once we were in the car and out of the public's ear. My body sank deeper into the seat as I listened to him go on about how mean I was to that 'poor lady'. "She was annoying," My voice rang in a rather expressionless tone. I shrugged nonchalantly, looking out the window.
That got rid of that problem. Accomplishment warmed my insides.
"Now I'm gonna have to search for a new fucking therapist who is willing to deal with a stubborn bitch like yourself." He grumbled, pulling into the long parking garage of the warehouse and into the slot labeled 'McCann' in blood red letters. My head shot up at his words, "No way in hell am I going to another session." He turned the car off and looked to me in disbelief, "I told you, you need this in order to get better." I just shook my head while throwing my arms fanatically in the air, motioning out my frustration, "I AM BETTER. I HAVE BEEN BETTER, Stop treating me like this!"
"Like what?!" He shouted back, pulling himself out of the car and shutting the door with a great amount of force.
I could have sworn that crack sound was the sound of the car breaking under Jason's outburst, but I continued to push him. I am stubborn after all. "Like a glass doll who can't handle herself when we both know damn well that I can." Jason scoffed, "Cause you've been proving that so well." I rolled my eyes at his remark and stomped into the warehouse with him hot on my trail, "You haven't given me the chance to prove anything, you're always up my ass!" My words were harsh, he really wasn't. This was hard for him to hear, especially considering he is Jason McCann, and before me he didn't care about anything or anyone.
"Sorry I cared," He muttered before walking into his room, leaving me to stand in the hallway alone. Only then did I realize what just happened. "Jason, I--" I attempted to stop him, but just got the door shut in my face.
-
"I hate when he is mad at me," I poured out to Sam and Kami considering Haley was out with Beau on 'date night'.
"Go apologize, idiot."
"Yeah, it's your fault."
I shot both my friends a glare, "Not helping."
"Whatever, enough talk about boys, can we watch a movie?" Kami sighed.
I pursed my lips, "Taken 2?"
She girls squealed with excitement and I laughed to myself..
-
Later that night, Kami and Sam had already fallen asleep. To be honest, I never really watched scary movies because I could never deal with the aftermath of staying up all night and jumping at every sound. I wished I wasn't the only one up. Haley and Beau are still out or else I would go hang out with them. Jason would murder me if he found out I went to another guy's room to sleep, so that only left me with one option. Sorry Jason