for you; || c.gallagher

eighteen;

( possible trigger warning? )

I woke up on the day of my date with Marcus and looked at my phone screen confusingly as I peered at the strange text from an unknown ID I had gotten.

unknown:
You don't even know what's coming.

I quickly replied a short 'sorry you have the wrong number' message and locked my phone and rolled out of bed to set myself up good for my day. I was more than excited for today, I could barely sleep last night. I ran downstairs and poured some coco pebbles into a bowl along with some milk. I brought it into the living room and sat down next to Corbin and watched as he played some video game.
"What's this?" I asked while gesturing at the TV with my spoon after shoveling a scoop of cereal in my mouth. He was some guy character and it looked like real life, like a simulation or so emerging. He didn't look away from the screen as he replied while pressing some buttons on the Xbox controller.
"Grand theft auto five," he said quickly. I furrowed my brow slightly at the sound And of the weird name. I laughed when he stole a car from some lady. Before I finished my breakfast, he ran up to someone in the game and jumped up and kind of flopped onto them, and Corbin said, "Free hugs," as he did so. What's that even supposed to mean? I shrugged my shoulders and got back up to put my bowl into the dishwasher. I ran back upstairs and decided to start getting ready even though it was only 1:30 and the date started at 8:00. I don't think I could wait any longer.
I took a long hot shower and enjoyed it by singing along to the music that was blaring out of my speaker, and after quickly got out and dried my hair and body with a towel. After I dressed in sweatpants and a comfy tank top, I grabbed my phone and laid down on my bed. I had a text from Carl.

Carl:
I don't think you should go on your date today.

Why?

Carl:
Please just don't, it's a bad idea

Carl, you apologized. I get it. But please just don't ruin this for me.

He never replied when I said that, but decided to leave me on read. So that's nice. I continued having a lazy day and just sat around and watched YouTube and played video games all day. When it soon neared the time for me to start getting ready, I slowly became more aware of my feelings. I was too excited and could barely think. At 7:30 pm I finished my makeup which consisted of mascara and a little eyeliner and I topped it off with some light eyeshadow. I slipped on my dress and went into Margaret's room and found some nude high heels. I threw on a thick sweater since it was starting to get cold. I hurriedly said a goodbye to Corbin and headed out the door to get on the train.
I got there at 8:03 and was practically racing for my life to get there on time. I knew I was already late but I didn't want to be any later than I already was.
I rounded the corner to where the restaurant was located and slowed my sprint down to a speed walk. I immediately saw Marcus lit up by the dim street lights and felt something wrong. I don't know l what it was but I hesitantly continue to walk over to him. He was dressed in jeans and a T shirt.

( Carl's pov. )

Holly:
Coming for the show?

What the fuck are you talking about?

Holly sent me an address to some fancy-ass restaurant on the south side. I wouldn't have gone, but I remembered what Debbie was talking about when she left the house to go shopping. Something about buying a dress for Eli's fancy date. Shit.
I busted my ass out of that house and off of the couch and over to Kev's house.

( Eliana's pov. )

"Hey," I said with a smile as I got close. He looked up from his phone and looked me up and down, smirking as he turned his gaze upwards to meet my eyes.
"Damn, you look hot," he said with a lip bite. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, wondering if he could see how uncomfortable I felt. He then gave me a pouty face and pushed out his bottom lip.
"Too bad I had to cancel the reservation."
I felt like I had been slapped by a fish.
"What?" I asked, obviously confused. He smiled wickedly.
"Don't you get it? There was never a date," he said with a chuckle. I stayed there, stunned.
"But..I bought this dress, it was -" he cut me off and began to laugh in my face.
"There was no date! Are you def?"
He started to walk away and stood at the edge of the curb. I followed him, angry and ready to kick him in the balls. He turned around and then I saw the black car screech around the corner, and then the window rolled down as it got close. A flash went off, blinding me, then I felt a pungent liquid slide down my arms and legs as it was dumped onto me. I heard laughter and after I wiped my eyes, Holly was hanging out the window with a now empty and dripping bucket in her hands. I licked my lips, and instantly regretted it.
"Is this- is this blood?" I screeched.
"How do you feel, bitch?" Holly said behind laughter.
Another picture was taken and then like in those movies, everything started to seem clear. I was so stupid. Marcus never liked me, it was just a setup. He was just toying with my feelings, and couldn't help but have a familiarity with this feeling. I felt used. Like when I caught Carl and Holly together.
Holly. She was still laughing, so I took the opportunity and grabbed her by her hair and pulled her out of the car. The bucket flew out of her hands, and she fell to the ground with a very satisfying thud.
I knelt down and got close to her face.
"How do you feel, bitch?" I spat.
She looked up and grabbed the bucket at her side, and flung it at my head. I fell backwards and grasped my skull in my hands, hearing a ringing noise. I squinted my eyes shut, and I swear I saw birds flying around my head. When I could opened them again, I saw Carl coming around the corner. I couldn't have been more happy to see him, until Holly went up and kissed him right on the lips. This other feeling I started to feel, it felt like I had been literally torn in half. This lump in my throat wouldn't go away like when you dry swallow a pill. I never thought I would have to feel this like I did on the one day my life had been stained permanently by my emotions;
The day I found out my parents had died.