Never Have I Ever

Chapter 7

I just want to clarify again, that nash is not a vampire, he does not, and will never suck anyone's blood. LOL.

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            “What?” Anna asked, outraged. I winced. Yes, I had told her what happened – bad, bad idea. “He just left you in the middle of nowhere? What kind of low life does that?” she went on and on.  Finally, I banged my head down onto her dashboard. We were sitting outside my house in her car, and we had been for over a half an hour. She never had stopped yelling.

           

“Stop!” I demanded, and then smiled sheepishly when she glared at me for yelling. “What?” I asked innocently, “You have been screaming forever, it’s time to calm down.” She rolled her eyes.

            “Whatever,” she said grumpily, crossing her arms over her chest. I sighed; there was no winning with Anna. I hitched my backpack further onto my shoulder, and waved to Anna.

           

“See you later!” I called out to her once I reached my front door. She blew a kiss to me, laughed, and drove away.

I opened the door, and closed it behind me, with my back to the living room. I shoved my keys far down my back pocket, kicked off my shoes and threw my backpack into the corner. I turned to see someone sitting with my mother in the kitchen. Their voices were hushed, and hunched over the table like they were looking at something. I stayed quiet, listening in on their whispered voices.

            “I tried, but there was this guy…” I heard a gruff voice whisper harshly to my mother, his hand rubbing the underside of his neck, right under his chin. I noticed bruises were forming in the shape of hands, and my heart stopped. He was here, in my kitchen, talking to my mother.

            “You were supposed to scare her, not try to shove her in a closet!” My mother hissed, and my eyes widened. What the hell was she thinking? Trying to scare me by having some oversized teenager try to rape me?

            “I’m sorry, alright?” he murmured angrily, shoving his chair away from the table. He stood up, looming above my mother, but she still glared on at him.

He pushed by me, and then did a double take when he saw who it was. I stared up at him, and he stared back at me. He was still just as bone-chillingly scary looking as he was this morning.

            “I’m sorry,” he said in a surprisingly genuine voice, but then he turned and left without giving me another glance.

I turned towards my mother who was busy painting her long finger nails a blood red. She didn’t even seem to care I had just heard all of that.

            “You made some guy try to rape me?” I whispered, feeling my hands shaking.

            “You should know I wouldn’t do that!” she said in a fake shocked voice. I clenched my fists. She was a horrible person. I was ashamed I ever felt guilty for yelling at her. She deserved every last word I had said to her.

            “What were you thinking? Are you crazy?” I snapped.

            She rolled her eyes, “Aria, dear, calm down. It’s not like I knew he was going to do that. I just told him to scare you.” Her eyes snapped up to me, “You should know not to speak to your mother like that, ever again.”

I left her in the kitchen, my whole body wracking with anger, my hands shaking uncontrollably. How can one person be so horribly cruel? Who does that to their own child? I walked up the stairs numbly, opening Chris’ bedroom door and sitting next to him on the floor where he was currently playing with old toy cars. He made vroom noises and crashed them together, while I busied myself by tidying up his room and worked on controlling my hands that were still shaking.