The Diary Of A Broken Teenage Girl

Bonus I: Zan

  Something's wrong with Chrissy. I can feel it in my bones. Something's been up with you her since she got back. I can't place a finger on it. But I know something's off.

  She's changed. Not in a screaming obvious way, but... She has changed.

  My mind kept running round, trying to piece together the puzzle that had become my girlfriend's life as I walked up the porch.

  She's avoiding me. Not like she's avoiding Zoey, but she is. I know she is. But I'm not going to let her know that I do, or she'd just dump me in whatever zone she's dumped Zoey.

  "I'm just here to see you and hang out with you for a little while." I muttered. I was rehearsing what I was going to say when she asked what I was doing there, given that she'd practically begged me not to come visit, but hadn't given me a reason not to. I mean.... There's no law against visiting your girlfriend, right?

  Anyways, I pressed the door bell and rehearsed what to say again, and when no one opened the door, I hit the bell again, and again and again.

  I wasn't planning to leave without seeing Chrissy.

  After ringing the fifth time and there was no answer, I twisted the door handle and when it wouldn't budge, I decided to start pounding on the door.

  That was when the door opened and a Woman, whom I presumed to be Chrissy's aunt, stood before me.

  She was quite young, couldn't be more that thirty, and pretty as well, though one couldn't easily tell, given that she was wearing a scowl, which I presumed she that wore all the time, especially when she meets new people. She had a small round face with eyes shaped like those of a cat, a small pointed nose and small pouty lips. She looked like a cat. A cute cat. An angry cute cat.

  "Who the hell are you?" she asked, sizing me up and down.

  I gave her my most charming smile. "I'm Zan, Chrissy's boyfriend," I said, extending my hand for a shake.

  She scowled even deeper, glancing from my extended hand to my smiling face and back and forth and back and forth.

  That got me a little bit confused. Was it possible that she didn't know what to do when someone extended a hand to her? 

  I cleared my throat. "Um.... Actually, you're supposed to shake my hand and tell me your name, " I said awkwardly. And that might be the worst thing I'd ever said in an awkward situation.

  She glared icily at me. "What do you want?" she asked maliciously.

  I withdrew my hand and cleared my throat again. I had no idea whom this woman was and somehow she already hated me. Way to go, Zan.

  "What do you want?" she asked again. This time with less hatred and more impatience.

  "I....um.... I'd like to see Chrissy, if that's okay with you," I replied politely.

  She stared at me. Like she was confused.

  "Um.... Chrissy, like Chrissy Morgan. Blond, pretty.... Um.... " I stuttered, describing Chrissy, when she didn't say anything.

  She still stared at me. Silent.

  Oh! God save me from this woman! I prayed inwardly.

  Then after a while of standing in silence...

  "No," came her icy reply.

  I raised my brows in confusion. "what?"

  She shrugged. "I said No, you can't see Chrissy. No, it's not okay with me. Now leave."

  I nodded and just when I turned to leave, I heard a loud cry from inside the house. It had to be Chrissy. It was her voice.

  I panicked.

  Then I turned back to the woman.

  Her scowling face had released a little. No, scratch that. Not a little. It had released fully. In fact, she wore a smirk.

  Something was definitely wrong.

  "I want to see her!" I yelled, trying to push the door open, but then, that woman, little as she was, sure did have a lot of strength in her. Either that, or she had some guy do it for her. As, despite my struggle to get the door open, she somehow managed to push it closed and lock it. In my face.

  How polite!

  I banged the door with my fist, yelling "let me in" for about half an hour, before I got exhausted and sunk to the ground, sitting down with my head on my knees.

  I was scared for Chrissy. I had no idea what they were doing to her, but whatever it was made her scream, and the her scream tore at my heart.

  I contemplated calling the cops, but what was I going to tell them? I heard my girlfriend screaming? And what for? I hadn't the slightest clue. Really? And besides, I didn't even know what she was going to say about that. I mean.... This is Chrissy we're talking about.

  I felt more useless than ever as I pushed myself up from my sitting position and left for home.