Crazy Bitch, Crazy Love

Sickening Sights

It had felt like hours. Days. Weeks! But she had finally come for me. I looked out my window and there she was. Rebecca Stokes. The non-crazy bitch. I had felt excitement rush through my body. The nurse had to walk me out, which was a bummer, but i was still happy to leave this prison. I would never come back. I met Rebecca in the parking lot and i tackled her. (It was more of an unbalanced hug.) Anyway, she was surprised of how skinny i was. She said, "How are you so skinny. Don't they feed you here?" Then i said, "Yeah, they feed me shitty food which i rarely eat. It tastes like ass, Becs."

"You wouldn't know what ass tastes like unless...omg, Sarah, did you?!?!" I looked at her puzzled. I said, "Did i...?" "You know. Did you "'lose your card?" I still had no idea what she was talking about. I looked at her in confusion, and then she finally said, "Your virginity! Did you lose your virginity, Sarah?!?! My god you are slow!" I felt so dumb. Why did i not get what she was trying to say? I replied, "Oh, no. These are crazy bastards, hell no i wouldn't give them my virginity. Dumb ass." We both started laughing and then we put all of my luggage inside her jeep.

It was really nice. We started to drive when i noticed a case of beer in the back. I asked " Can i have one. You don't know how long it's been since i had alcohol in my system." She agreed but she said, "Only one, okay?" I sighed but obeyed. I took a sip and i felt it run through my body. It was amazing. It was surprising. The way it tasted was orgasmic. She said, "Good, right?" I nodded and started to chug it down. I needed more, but we only agreed on one. So i had tried to take my mind off of it. I asked her, "So, have you lost your virginity yet, since you had the nerve to ask me." She looked at me and said, "Indeed i have, and it was great!" Before she could go in to full detail, i asked, "Who is he?" She immediately said, "Dylan Ramirez." I looked at her in awe. I had always heard everyone talking about him. Well, before i went into that mental hell. Almost every girl was dreaming about getting in bed with "Dylan Ramirez!" He honestly made me sick.

She also mentioned, "And just to let u know he lives with me so get comfortable, because your going to have to get used to him." Why? Why must this happen to me? I can't stand to be in the same room as him. He's disguisting. But all i said was, "Okay. I'm fine with that." I really wasn't. We continued driving down the same road for miles and we had finally arrived at her penthouse. I was so excited. We traveled up the elevator and she said, "Don't mind Dylan, he's kind of a slob. So if you happen to come across his trash, you don't have to pick it up."

I nodded and then we had arrived at her penthouse. She yelled, "Babe, i'm home. We have a guest, so be nice." Well that was just out there. He yelled from upstairs, "I'll be right there!" I heard him running through the upstairs hallway and then he slid on the railing of the staircase. He landed which was pretty cool, but i still despised him. He landed right in front of us and i backed away a little. Just his presence made me nauseous. He looked at me and said, "Who is this?" Bleh. Rebecca replied, "This, work of art, is Sarah. Sarah Miller."

He looked at me and smiled. I looked at him with disguist. He said' "What's wrong? Don't you like me?" Hell no. He was unattractive and smelled like overcooked broccoli. All i said was, "Sure. Let's go with that."

I asked, "Can i see my room, please?" Dylan said, "I'll be happy to take her." I looked at Becs with fear. She said, "Sure. I gotta cook, anyways." Really?! Is she for real?! I sighed. He walked me upstairs and was staring at me the whole time. I pretended i didn't notice and i avoided all eye contact possible. He asked, "Are you mad at me or something." I had no reply. He stopped me in the upstairs hallway. He stared at me and put his hand against the wall. He was in front of me making my back lean against the wall. I felt like a lost school girl and a jock was trying to hit on me. He said, "C'mon, what's the matter with ya? Did i do something wrong?" Was he hitting on me?!?! That rat bastard! I didn't jump to conclusions yet, so i asked, "Can you just point me to my bedroom?" He pointed me to the guest bedroom and i didn't even say thank you.

I sat there questioning his loyalty. Was he hitting on me? Was i over exaggerating? I don't know. I started to unpack and i placed three pairs of clothes on the matress to see which one i would rock for dinner. Would i wear the hipster outfit, the comfy clothes, or the fashion queen. I'll just go with the hipster outfit. I changed into them and looked in the mirror. It was shocking. I haven't seen my own reflection for three years, and i looked pretty damn hot. No wonder Mayah was hitting on me. Anyway, i had put the rest of the clothes in the closet and started to clean. I'm sort of a neat freak. I started to make the bed when i heard something. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but it sounded like it was outside. Since we live on the sixth floor, i knew that it couldn't be anybody. I just ignored it.