Every Word With Purpose

C4:Pieces

      Me and Bailey walked to her house in silence. She has this weird look on her face while she's walking next to me. When I walked into her house, I saw Ms. Andrea sitting on the couch watching TV. Bailey didn't say hi so I didn't either. We walked into her basement. It had one light bulb but it was bright enough to light up the entire room. There was a desk with a quill, a notebook, and a cup of ink. On the side of the room, there was a workbench with 3 drawers. Bailey grabbed the notebook and started to read what it said. "'Never thought that love could be so violent. It's so violent, it could kill someone in an instant. Love is a gift that cannot be controlled. At least I know what killed me. Not my mind, but love," she read in a deep voice, sounding like her father's.

       I remember her father.  He seemed to have hated me.  When I was hanging out with him and Bailey at the mall in 6th grade, he always just glared at me as if I disappointed him or something.  He never bought me anything unless Bailey insisted on buying something for me.  I remember his words.

"Bailey, if he doesn't want anything then he doesn't want anything. I don't want to be wasting money on gifts for HIM," he said to Bailey as we were standing in front of a Hot Topic.

"Dad! Please!" Bailey insisted.  "We REALLY want those necklaces right Sora?"

"Um...yeah we do..." I responded.

He sighed.  "Fine, but that's it."

"Alright! Yay!" Bailey shouted.

    Her father gave me the clue that he didn't like me. 

Understandable.

           Before I knew it, Bailey was standing next to the left of me. She had her head on my shoulder and she was rubbing my left arm with her left arm. 

         "Ms. Andrea wanted a divorce cause she fell in love with another man," Bailey said in a deep voice.  "He was devastated for weeks, but then we found him sitting in that chair."

She pointed at the quill pen in front of the desk with the notebook.

      "He cut his veins with that quill.  He pretended that it was red ink, and I believed him.  I was so naive in middle school that I couldn't have compared blood to red ink!"

    "Well, it doesn't matter anymore," I respond with no hesitation.  "Whining about it isn't gonna bring him back."

    "It feels good to talk about how I feel with you.  You know how to listen."

    "I happen to find that very ironic."

    "I listen to you though."

    "You don't count."

     "Yes I do."

   "You force me to."

   "But you still do it, so it counts."

   "Whatever."

   Bailey grabbed my wrist very tightly.

   "Can you stay over?" She asked

   "Why?"

   "Why not?"

    "I have guitars lesson with Zion."

   "I'll drive you to his house then."

    I'd sigh.  I took out my phone and I called my mom. 

    "Hey Sora, what's up?"

     "Can I sleep over at Bailey's?"

    "Oh! Yeah definitely! Can't talk right now so see ya t-tomorro-"

   She hung up.

    "That was strange, but whatever.  so I'll sleep on the couch the-"

  Bailey tightened her grip on my wrist.

   "Can you stay in my room?"