My Two Flames✔️

Chapter 4

BEFORE YOU POINT IT OUT : I know where my grammar mistakes are and I will come back and fix them !Xxxx

You would think the sun would give me a break.

The brightness peaks through my window in bright little slits and I groan and turn on my side, wincing when I feel the pain from the night before run up my ribs and to my shoulder. I reach over and grab the pillow that's close to me and I throw it over my head.

When I left the club, Kelsey and Kayla in tow, I looked like hell. I had blood on my shirt, from me or the other girl I don't know, and bruises everywhere.

  When I got home I saw pieces of the other girls hair on my shoes,  I threw it at my wall disgusted and went to sleep . I didn't even bother to pick it up.

I was so busy in the chaos of it all that I didn't even get to see Jason again. I know I should either thank him or smack him for getting in the fight but right now my lip hurts so bad that I think I might smack him.

I hear something bang down stairs and I wince again from the sudden noise. Just wait till my mother gets a load of my busted lip and bruised arm.

I have no idea if she is going to flip but I would rather hide out in my room and not find out. Heck, I was surprised I was able to throw on a tank top and a pair of P.J pants.

I hear another bang and I sit up in my bed and throw my pillow on the floor in annoyance. Could anyone keep it down for a minute? My god!

I sling the covers off my legs, slowly, and rotate myself off the bed. I see my bunny slippers by the door and I smile a little when I slip them on. Nothing like bunny slippers to make anyone feel better.

I throw open the door and throw my hair into a messy bun as I head down the stairs, taking deep breaths as I go.

I hear another stupid bang and wonder if the house was falling in. My parents usually don't mind noise, but this was a little ridiculous.

My hand holds onto the railing as I get to the last step and I peak behind the wall. The living room looks normal.

The TV is off and all the lights are off too, hiding everything in the dark. I sneak over and check the couches to make sure no one was on them and I turn around in time to hear another one of those bangs.

I grit my teeth and this time stomp my way to the kitchen, not even bothering to feel the pain. One more bang and I was going to bang someone in the head.

Did I mention that I can be an angry person after drinking?

I strut into the kitchen, expecting someone to be in there. I already have the words flying out of my mouth without even bothering to check.

"Do you know how to keep it down!" I yell to an empty kitchen. Okay, now I was aggravated. Were the hell was everybody?

I walk into the kitchen and I pull open the cabinet and pgrab a  Twinkie. Whoever is making that noise is so lucky that I had the Twinkie to calm me down.

I munch on my snack, shoving it in my mouth , as I hear another bang and this time I can tell it is from outside.

"What the hell," I mumble around my food and I look down to see crumbs on my shirt .  I swipe them away as I head to the sliding glass door.

I take another bite of my Twinkie and press my face against the door, peering out. I see the familiar green grass, the patio, the swimming pool, and the-

" What's that?" with my face still pressed tightly against the glass, I turn my head, my skin getting stuck and I see two figures peering at me, their hands over there eyes; squinting.