The Cliche Story Of The Girl Next Door

twenty one

"Come on Kyle" I say poking his cheek for the eighth time. He won't get up. Brandon just said he got the house all clean and now he needs everyone out before his parents get home.

Kyle groans and pulls the pillow over his head. I roll my eyes. I climb on top of him and start shaking him.

"Good god women" he says throwing me onto the floor. I feel pain shoot through my head. I groan and slowly sit up.

"Crap Ryan! You okay?" He says trying to get up. Instead his foot gets tangled up in the blanket and he rolls off the bed on to his face. I don't even try to hold in my laugh as he groans in pain. I lean over so I am hovering over his head.

"Karmas a b-" his hand covers my mouth before I could finish. "Swearing doesn't suit you sunshine. Your too innocent." He smirks. I mumble something into his hand then lick him.

He smirks again and doesn't even move his hand. I shove him away crossing my arms over my chest pouting.

"Aw your too cute for your own good." He chuckles. I stuck my tounge out at him.

"I love ya both but get out!" Brandon says running into the room. We both nod and scurry out of the gorgeous house.

"See ya" Kyle says pulling into my driveway. He leaves and I go inside to see someone I really didn't expect.

"Cameron" I breathe out standing in the door way. He smiled and opened his arms for me. I grinned and ran into his arms. He lifted me off the grounded crushing me in the hug.

Then it hit me.

I immediately push him off. "You Jerk!" I yell punching his chest. He steps back trying to push me away.

"You left!" I yell hitting him harder. "You left me!" Tears spilling out of my eyes.

It's like everything I had been holding in just came crashing down on me just now. My dad killed two people, almost killed me, and he got arrested. My brother left me alone with a mother who hates my guts and now is hitting me.

And the one person I trusted left.

Cameron's face soften. Ignoring my struggling to get him away from me, he pulls me into his arms. After a while I just stop and stand there numb with his arms around me.

"I'm here now. I'm not leaving you again." He whispers in my ear. I nod even though I didn't believe him. That would mean the world to me if he was telling the truth, but I've learned to stop depending and counting on people to be there for me. Really be there for me.

He lets go as soon as the door opens. In walks the lady I'm supposed to call my mother. I roll my eyes just at her presence.

She stops in her tracks when she sees Cameron. She looks shocked for a second before her face turns into an amused one.

"Well look who decided to show up after all these years" she tutted. I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up." I said without even thinking. She glared at me and stepped closer to me. Taking a step back I feel a hard chest against my back and arms pulling me behind him, as if he knew what was going on and he was trying to protect me.

"Yeah I'm back" he said to her through gritted teeth. I don't really know if I'm scared of her or not. There's sometimes she gets so mad at me and she starts hitting me I get a little scared.

"I see that. Why are you here?" She asks calmly. I couldn't take anymore. I was so mad at her for everything she has done.

"He's your son!" I shriek standing behind Caneron. "You should want him here! But you wouldn't know what goes on in this house because your never here!" I yell surprising everyone including myself.

My mom glared at me and pushed Cameron out of the way getting closer to me. She pushes me up against the wall by my collar. I wince at the impact of hitting my head.

I feel a punch in my stomach and then the wieght of her body lifted off of me. I fall to the ground clutching my stomach.

I lifted my head to see Cameron trying to hold her back. She was screaming things at me.

I wish I never had you!

You deserve to be locked up with her father!

You killed them too!

Your the worst daughter!

And those were the nice ones.

I felt tears brim my eyes as I struggle to stand up. I look up just in time to see my mother storm out of the house making sure to slam the door.

I sigh and look over at Cameron. He gives me a sad smile. "You need rest" he says walking over to me. He Carr is me up the stairs and I don't protest because I'm exhausted. I came home from a party to a whole bunch of family drama. My family is so screwed up.

I am laid on my bed and Cameron leaves shutting the door. I turn over and stare at the wall for what feels like forever until I finally drift off into a not so peaceful sleep.

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"Get out!" My 'mother' screamed in my face. I flinched at her tone of voice. Was she serious? Where does she want me to go?

We had another one of our fights. But this time was different. I didn't let her push me around like I usually do. I guess she didn't like that because next thing i knew I was on the ground after she punched me. No slapped. Punched. In the face.

"Why are you still here? I said go!" She said. I stood up and looked at her. She wasn't my mother. Yes, she gave birth to me, but she's no mother.

I turned around and ran out of the house. I didn't know where I was going but I ran. I ran until I couldn't run anymore.

I collapsed on the sidewalk to catch my breath. I tried to hold back the tears. I tried. But I couldn't. I felt hot tears run down my face and everything went blurry.

I sat there for a while, just listening and thinking. Listening to the traffic, people walking, just listening. And thinking.

Then I stoped thinking. I stood up and waited until a bus started to drive towards me. When it got close enough that it couldn't stop, I jumped.

And no one was there to stop me.

No one was there to care.

I shot up out of bed. I felt tears running down my face and I was shaking. I got up and went to the bathroom. I turned on the cold water I cupped my hands and let the water fill up in my hands. I brought the water up to my face. I did this until my face was numb.

That would be nice.

To be numb. To not feel anything. No emotions. Then you couldn't get hurt. But wouldn't you get tired of not feeling? Wouldn't you want to feel emotions? Happiness, saddness, anger, laughter, love.

I don't nessesary believe in love. I believe you can love people. But no like that. Not be in love.

I walked back to my bed and sat down. Then it hit me.

I just killed myself in my dream.

I am scared. I am scared that one day I am going to snap like that. I'm just going to want to let go. To want to dissapear. Want to leave this planet, just like that. To be here one minute, and gone the next.

I believe in God. In heaven. In hell. I believe that what happened with my dad was partially my fault. Not all of it. I believe, no, I know no one will miss me if I do leave. And heaven will be a million times better than here. So why haven't I done it yet?

That's easy. I don't want to leave the guys. They have made me so happy since I met them. I have friends. And I love them. They've made me happy and I'm not ready to leave them just yet.

I glanced at the clock to see it was four in the morning. I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep, so I grabbed my sketchbook and went and sat by the window. I started sketching what i saw. The moon, the stars, the dark blue sky and how the trees in the background look darker.

"Shortcake?"