Hell in my eyes!

Hell in my eyes! [Chapter 01: Lips & Porn]

If you take a look into my eyes…You’ll see hell! And I’m not kidding about it…

"I swear, if I blow anymore I am gonna pass the fuck out!"

Of course, if I bitch, I'm in the wrong.

"Oh, Trisha… Quit whining, its holidays!" Ugh, right. This was the first time in my life that I had ever celebrated anything with someone other than Rick, but celebrating with my brother was like taking a step into a bar full of pedophiles. My cheeks were sore and throbbing. I could've sworn that they swelled up by now, but if they did, I'm sure that Nina would be as blunt and honest as she always is. Don't get me wrong, that bitch is fucking great. We're like peas in a pod, excluding the fact that it's only the two of us living in this cluttered place we call home. "See? That wasn't so complicated."

Every word that slipped from between her pale lips was soft and gentle but guys found that to be very sexy in her. Fuck, if I had a nickel for every time I walked in on her and her little sex friends...

"It's a waste of fucking time." I grunted. "I don't get why we're doing this."

Unlike me, she was clearly a charmer. I have a "rough and tough" sort of energy--from the way I move to the sound of my voice as she, Nina, claims. But no one could blame me. To be quite honest with you, I do think I still resemble a girl. Maybe not a pretty girl, but I still look like one.

"Did you forget?" She chuckled breathily. "It's July eleven! Loosen up, you need to give yourself a break porn." Porn was my nickname.

As nice as she tried to word it, she was telling the truth, and we all know that the truth hurts. The red rubber end of the balloon wedged between her fingers and soon came to a knot as she slipped them out, finishing off the last one to join the rest. With a flip of her cascading, luscious brown hair, I know that the attention from her was now directed towards me. Even though I had kept focused on the bits of glitter left in the carpet, her icy blue eyes were glued to me.

"Loosen up! It's your birthday girl!"

I refused to look at her all the way, because then I knew that I'd lose my control of all emotions. I didn't want her dead. My birthday seemed like a bunch of bullshit to me since I couldn’t feel loved. It always has. From what I got, it's supposed to be a day where you celebrate it with people you love and love you back. Maybe I'm just being a spoiled rotten brat, but it's not really such a loving day to me. Living with the people I lived with was definitely not loving, no freedom. If you slip, you get your ass beat...or possibly killed. There are laws and restrictions to what we can and cannot do, as well as consequences that go along with 'em. Now tell me, is that really loving or feeling free?  

But let’s go back to reality now... We both got up at the same time, both giving a few little kicks to the balloons at our feet. The place was pretty damn tiny, but we deemed it useful for our daily lives. It wasn't like we were having parties inside.

"Lips…" I began, it was her nickname. "You want me to start up the music?"

This was a pretty damn lousy attempt to start a party, but I had been so busy with work and my own personal problems that I didn't have time to be as wild and crazy as her. Honestly, I don't think I ever was much of a party person. Most of the time, I ended up getting a few bruises from kicking some chick's ass for offending me in some way, shape, or form.

"Nah." Her lips curved into a smile as she looked over her shoulder at me from the sink. "You go ahead and get a little rest. I don't think anyone will come until a half hour or so. I can take care of what's left." I shrugged and settled on my bed. Lately I had been sleepless, but after working with my breathing because of those damned assignments, it had finally caught up to me. I slept for about forty-five minutes, until I received an unpleasant wake-up call.

SPLATS!

My eyes jerked open as I immediately sat up in defense mode.

"What the hell-" I started to speak, but the roars of laughter from five of Lip's friends spoke for me.

I then knew why, as one of those motherfuckers dumped batches of raw egg all over me. I was pissed. How could they do this to me today? It’s my fucking birthday… My clothes were drenched, my hair smelt like rotten babies, and I could've sworn some of it got in my mouth.

"You son of a bitch!" I sneered at Zane, the one with the fucking bucket.

Without thinking I punched him down until he was locked beneath me in a straddle and started pounding my fist right into his face continuously. All I could hear amongst the shouts and screams was the noises he made before finally shutting up. After that, I came back to my senses and loosened the strength in my fist, my apparent fast breaths slowing down with every blink from my eyes. I looked over at Lips and the rest of the girls. I knew that I was screwed.