The Emptiness

Good Girls Bad Guys -Falling in Reverse

My life was a merry-go-round lately. Call Andy before school, school, call Andy after school, homework, eat, call Andy before school, school, call Andy after school, homework, eat, and etc. with the occasional hanging out with Amy or Andy and his friends thrown in there. As per the merry-go-round, I had just gotten off the phone with Andy, who was planning the latest news; sex, tonight, as his house. This surprised me greatly. Andy had never allowed me to step foot in his car and now he wanted me to come to his house, in his room, on his bed. Well, not surprisingly, it was most obviously forced sex.

I wasn't going to school today, though. I was getting the cast off my wrist today which meant, much to my benefit, I did not have to go to school. It was a win-lose situation because, although I got no hell of highschool, Andy was taking me to the doctors to get my cast off.

I waddled to the bathroom, still in a morning haze. Everything happened in a blur, I took a quick shower, winced as all the bruises were touched, put a robe on, dried and curled my blonde and black hair, put on black eyeliner to emphasize my eyes, and walked back to my room.

I didn't take a second look at my bedroom. I walked straight to my closet and took out a blue sundress. I felt like being pretty today, but I hadn't even gotten that sundress. My sister went to Sweden for her modeling career and came back with a load of dresses and skirts. Which was hard to believe since it's so cold there. I couldn't even wear the sundress if I wanted to. It was winter.

I spun around and just started to untie my robe when I saw Andy sitting on my bed with Axel and Ciyourus. I jumped and clutched the robe around myself tighter.

"Can you please leave my...room?" I mumbled. The words came out in a soft breeze of a sentence.

"Hm?" Axel asked mockingly. Andy slapped him and the walked over silently to me.

A sharp sting to my cheek made me realize that Andy had slapped me. His gang rings cuts into my cheeks. "Speak up when you talk, bitch," he whispered threateningly in my ear. And then he said in an unusual loving voice, "Axel and Ciyourus were just leaving, anyways. Weren't you?" he turned to them and made a shooing motion with his hand. He followed them quickly out the door.

I stripped of my robe and traded my sundress for a long-sleeve electric blue shirt and ripped skinny jeans. After pulling on my socks, I pushed my feet into a pair of black uggs.

Andy burst into the room wondering what was taking so long. I tugged on the sleeve of my shirt nervously and told him I was done. He softened his expression and it made me see the good, almost sad, side of him. It brought me a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

The dumb cast still craddled to my chest reminded me of the pain he had caused and almost instantly, the fuzzy feeling drifted off to attack another victim.

He grabbed me tightly by my good wrist and walked solemnly down the stairs. He grabbed my keys off the hook and shoved them in my hand. "You're driving."

This didn't surprise me and I let out a little noise of agreement. Andy drove a glistening blue mustang, complete with leather seats. I drove an Infiniti. It was actually my mothers, but I was allowed to drive it with her permission. I had gotten her permission beforehand, so I wasn't in trouble when she got home from working as a preschool teacher. You're probably like: Well, how did she get to school anyways, then?

Well, my mother was like mother nature. Everytime you put a plastic bottle in the garbage she would break down in tears and shout about how we were trying to kill the earth. A complete hippie. Well, without the 60's music.So, my mother car-pooled. As plain as that.

As I was saying before, my mother and I shared a lot of things (like her car). I hated borrowing her clothes, though. She was part time preschool teacher, part time assistent. Her clothes were very high class and fashionable since she worked for one of the most admirable fashion designers in Connecticut, Phoebe Diamond. Phoebe Diamond was trendsetter; with a dark side. I had met her when I was ten and vaguely remember some details. Long story short, Phoebe was a bitch to me even with my nicest manners, so I backhanded her and my mom almost got fired.

I crammed my self in the driver's seat and jammed the keys into the ignition. I sighed, sighing a sigh of content; loving the sound of the purring engine roaring to life.

Andy stared hard out the passenger window and lazily dropped his arm on the back of my seat. I held on breath and pushed on the gas pedal. It sped off and drove pretty slow, with the occasional speeding up, which resulted with Andy slamming his free hand on the dashboard. "Why are so fucking stupid...," he mumbled. I gripped the steering wheel harder. I was tired of this shit.

I pulled into the parking lot of the doctors office and unbuckled my seat. "We're here," I muttered to Andy who seemed oblivious.

He glared and opened the car door, and I copied him. I stretched for a moment and followed Andy to the door. He didn't hold it open for me, I hoisted my purse up higher on my shouldler and pushed on the door with my good arm. The secretary sat behind a big desk in the waiting room. I walked slowly up at her and glanced at Andy who was sitting down in a metal chair.

The secretary dressed in a low cut blue croptop, that resembled a bikini top, and when she stood up to grab my records and a pen the hem of her skirt reached down not even a quarter of her thigh. She sat back down, noticed Andy, and tugged her shirt down a little bit, revealing more of her cleavage.

She read over my record and her eyes widened, "It says here that your parents were murdered and that you were-" she paused, "Raped." I nodded my head in confirmation and looked towards Andy to see if he had heard anything. His attention was at me and the secretary. I groaned internally.

She handed me a blue clipboard and a pen. I noticed the small wink she sent Andy as I turned away. I sat in the seat beside Andy and scribbled down my signiature, my birthdate, my location, my phone number, and my gender. I handed her the clipboard back and she told us to just wait. After five minutes the doctor called us into the room and skillfully removed the cast. "Alright!" he said in a cheerful voice. "Good as new."

I gave a small smile and rubbed the back of my neck. Andy and I walked out of the hospital and drove to his house.

"You're parents were mudered?" he asked drumming his fingers on the dashboard.

"Yes." I kept my eyes hard on the road, not daring to sneak a glance at Andy.

"I'm- I'm sorry for not... telling you."

I looked at him quickly then gripped the steering wheel when I saw his eyes soften.

He told me to take a right and I pulled into his driveway. He dragged me to his room and undressed me. He undressed himself and we had forced sex. I remember slamming my head down on the bedpost and then forgetting everything about what happened that whole hour.

Even the most important question: did we use a condom?

A.N.- Hey, short, I know. I'm just giving you fillers so we can move on with life without skipping some of the middle. And something BIG is going to happen. Actually two things. I'm sure you can guess one of them.

John, next time we have Spanish class, we'll see how many times we can flip the teacher off without her noticing because it was a tie. Adios <3