Wonderwall

06

(Previously)

If Desiree never went missing none of this would have ever happened. The anger rises in me, I let out a shaky scream and throw my plate at the wall. The fine china shatters into small pieces on the floor. The noise is loud but I could care less. I take one last look at the disaster before heading upstairs. I'll clean it up later.

I grab my phone off the nightstand in my room and dial Baylie's number. After the fifth ring I decide to give up.

The energy from my body feels like it drained. I lay down on my bed with endless thoughts consuming my mind. I get a few texts from Zach and my mum but I ignore them. They wouldn't understand what I'm going through. I lost my stepsister, one of my best friends.

A tap on the window startles me and I sit up and stare out at the dark night. It takes me a few seconds to realize who's standing there, Marcus.

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It takes me a few seconds to realize who's standing there, Marcus.

I hop off my bed quickly and open the window.

"What the actual fuck are you doing here?" I whisper.

"I was coming home from the grocery store. I saw your mom on the corner sitting with her head on the steering wheel, crying. I asked what was wrong, she said you had a meltdown about something. So I came over to see if everything was alright," he explains.

"So you knock on my window you realize I do have a front door, right?"

"I rang the doorbell numerous times and no one answered, and then I saw your light was on."

I let out a sigh.

"Come in," I tell him.

He crawls through the window and sits down on the floor. I look through my dresser drawer before deciding on what shirt to wear to bed. I pull at the corner of my shirt and lift it over my head not even caring that he's in the room with me. I stare at him while I change and he stares back.

"Sorry," I say.

"No, it's fine, not a lot of girls are like that. But with you it's just loads of confidence," he tells me.

I laugh at his comment. I guess it's kinda true. Most girls would make the guy leave the room or they would use the bathroom to change. Personally I don't even care anymore. I like the way my body is and I wouldn't change it for anyone.

"Ha, thanks?" I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Just stating the truth," he says.

"That's your opinion, others would say I'm a slut or a show off," I snarl.

"Well for starters you're not a slut and you don't come off as a attention-seeking kind of person," he shrugs.

"So what did you need anyway?" I ask changing the subject.

I sit down on my bed and crumpling up my laundry throwing it in the hamper.

"Just to see if you were okay, you know since your mom told me you had a meltdown," he explains.

"I'm..okay now. I lost someone who was really important to me but what's in the past is in the past," I tell him while rummaging through the crap on my dresser.

"Who?" he looks up at me.

I let down a gulp before speaking, "Desiree, my stepsister."

"I'm sorry," he says.

I stare at the ground ignoring eye contact with him. I think I'm gonna be sick.

"It's not y-"

He cuts me off and embraces me in a tight hug. To my surprise I hug him back just as hard.

"I'm so so sorry you have to deal with that kind of bullshit," he whispers in my ear.

His face is closer than before and I can feel my cheeks reddening. Both of our breathing is really heavy. I look up at him and when I think he's about to kiss me he doesn't. He kisses my forehead before letting go of our embrace.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he says before slipping out the window into the cool night air.

After he leaves I change into some sweatpants and brush my teeth before laying down. Gee, what a night.

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Sorry if this sucked.