The Good Boy and The Bitch

"You look like utter shit,"

I wake up to the sound of my bedroom door creaking open. Feet shuffled into my room. I didn’t move I just stared at the ceiling I didn’t want to talk to whoever it was.

“Would you like to get in your bed?” My mom asked her voice laced with concern.

“You sure you don’t want to ripe that away from me too?” I asked my voice erased of any emotion.

She breathed out deeply, “Shelby I didn’t know that would happen.”

“Save it Mom,” I said standing to my feet. I walked to my bed and climbed on top of it turning my back to her not wanting to see her. I know she has been crying from the sound of her voice and I knew if I looked at her I would feel a sliver of guilt.

“Get out,” I stated keeping feeling out of my voice.

I heard her sigh again and her feet shuffled out closing the door quietly behind her. I heard her talking to my dad outside of my door, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying.

They knew if they sent my dad in I would have been overcome with rage again and probably threw something more than likely aiming at his head.

I wondered in the back of my head if they knew Ava and I wasn’t friend anymore. Even though neither of us said it I knew we weren’t. Both of us agreed to never walk out during a fight since both of us hate when we can’t resolve our problems.

We made a pack if either of us did it that would mean we were giving up on the other, that we were so anger we didn’t want to have anything to do with the other. Even though I was hurt by what she said I was still going to listen to her and not see Dean.

In a way I think it’s my way of holding on to our friendship. I’m serious screwed up, our maybe I lost my mind with all the crazy stuff that happened today. Or was it yesterday? I don’t know I knocked my clock off when I grabbed the picture frame and it broke too.

I awoke again to the sound of my door opening I heard feet shuffle in and walk all the way to the side of my bed. Something was placed on the table beside it and my mother mumble, “I brought you something to eat.”

I didn’t move or say anything hoping she would think I was asleep. She sniffed quietly and I heard her feet making their way to the door again and it close showing me she left. I rolled over seeing a sandwich and a bottle of water sitting there.

My stomach growled at the sight of food so I leaned against my headboard wincing at the pain from my ribs. I twisted the cap to the water and drank most of it with the first gulp.

After eating my sandwich and finishing my water I laid back down feeling sleepy. I rubbed my eyes and closed them letting sleep evade me.

I dreamt that Alex was chasing me, he wore a scowl on his face and as I screamed for help he laughed evilly. I screamed for Ava as I ran past her and she laughed shaking her head showing me she wouldn’t help. I screamed Dean’s name and saw him sitting in a chair with his foot propped on one knee leaning back an easy smile on his face.

I woke myself up by screaming and I shot up running a hand through my sweaty hair. I pulled the covers off my feeling my bed wet with my sweat. I slipped some shoes on so I didn’t step on glass and went into my bathroom.

I peeled my clothes off looking at my naked body in the mirror. The bruise on my ribs has fully formed and was now spread from my hip to the top of my ribs stopping right under my bra. I don’t know how I got that one I don’t remember his ever hitting me in my side. I must have landed on them when I he dropped me.

My wrist and ankles were rubbed raw from where the ropes had been, but they weren’t too bad. My face was definitely the worst of it.

I stepped closer to the mirror inspecting my face.