Could It Be Love? *GirlxGirl*

Chapter Three ~ Mommy? Daddy?

The bell rang, signaling the end of eighth period. I have the last three periods after lunch with Brit. I learned a lot about her. Her favorite animal is the monkey. Her favorite colors are black and green. Her parents are divorced and she lives with her mom, stepdad, and little brother, although her step dad is rarely home. He works a lot away from home but somewhat near here/

After class, we walk to my locker. I dump all of my stuff out of my book bag and into my locker so I can go home empty handed. I do carry some of the stuff from my locker around the school with me, just so the teachers don't bitch at me during class. Britney and I start to walk out of the school when she asks me if I’d like to come over to her house for a few hours. I nod my head, grateful to get away from my father for a bit. It seems weird to hang out with someone else after being alone at school for years. I used to have friends, but when dad started hurting me, I ran away from them and pushed them away. It was terrible and they couldn't handle it and I knew I couldn't tell them what was happening at home.

I texted my sister, telling her I wouldn’t be home until four considering school lets out at one. I forgot about dads new rules that we were to be home at two, even though he gets home at 4:30. As we’re walking down the sidewalk, she starts asking questions again. “When did you start self harming..?” she asks. I get out my notebook and start writing. ‘Seven months ago. When did you stop?’

“Why do you do it?”

‘You ignored my question…’

“I haven’t in about 2 years. Happy?” Brit replies, beginning to sound aggravated.

‘Sorry…’ I reply and hang my head down. I was used to having people mad at me, but Britney hadn't been aggrivated all day. Like I said, it was only a matter of time before she decided to leave me like everyone else does. The rest of the walk to her house is quiet, only the sound of our feet can be heard on the sidewalk. The walk wasn’t that long, only about ten minutes. She lives on the good side of town, unlike me. Her house is quiet large. I have a feeling her stepdad does some pretty good work. “C’mon,” She says “Let’s go see my parents.” I nod my head in approval and follow her inside.

“Mom! Steve!”

“In the kitchen!” I hear a woman yell. I follow Brit into the kitchen to see a vibrant looking woman dressed in a bright yellow summer dress making a cup of orange juice. “Hey sweetie, how was your day?” She asks as she maneuvers around the little fluffy white dog beneath her feet. “It was okay. I made a friend though! This is Crystal.” She says gesturing to me and smiling. “Well hello Crystal. You can call me Savanna. How are you?” She asks as she wipes her hands on her dress and shakes my hand. I wave to her and point to myself and then give thumbs up, not sure how I should answer her.

“Sweetheart, why aren’t you speaking?” She asks. “She’s mute mom, she doesn’t speak, but I’m going to work on that. We’ll be down later okay? We’re going to go upstairs and watch TV or something.”

“Okay Brit, have fun!” We leave the kitchen and go up a marble stairway. I follow her to her bedroom. I walk in and I’m amazed. She has three purple walls and a green accent wall. On the green wall is a California king sized bed. Her ceiling is white with yellow stars and she has a wood floor. A flat screen TV is on the wall across from her bed and there are two green dressers in her bedroom.

“Ya like?” Brit laughs. I nod my head. She plops down on her bed and pats the side beside her, signaling for me to sit beside her. I do. “So… tell me more about yourself. We talked about me all day long. So talk, bitch!” I flinch, though I know when she said this she was only playing around. I grab my notebook and start writing. ‘I’m sixteen years old. I was born on September 21st, though I don’t celebrate it because it brings up memories. I live with my father and my sister. She’s a year older than me and we used to be really close before I became mute. My mother died when I was nine years old. I have dated once. We broke up a few days ago. I discovered sh…’ I started to write she but remembered that I’m not out yet. What if she doesn’t like me anymore? What if she’s like my father and is a complete homophobe? I scratch out the ‘sh’ and begin to write again. ‘He was cheating on me. I have natural brown hair but like my hair better this way. I love to draw and write and listening to music has saved me... I can't stand to be around people most of the time, but your different. I like you, you don't treat me differently like other people. It feels nice, but weird at the same time.’ I watch Brits face as she reads about me. I see her begin to smile as her eyes scan the page. “You’re an interesting character, huh?” I giggle for the first time in months and nod, that I am.

After spending a few hours in her bedroom just laying there watching TV and playing video games, I discover it’s already five o’clock. I curse in my head, dad should be home now. I quickly write, ‘I have to go here’s my number - ***-***-****. Text me okay?’ rip the page out, throw it on her bed, and run out of the house. Thank god her house is only a few blocks away from mine and I can easily find my way home.

I burst through the door to see my dad standing there with ‘the look’ on his face. Y’know, the one that says ‘imma kick your ass’? Yeah, that one.

“Where have you been Crystal?” He asked in a tone I’ve hurt too many times. I didn’t answer, only making him angrier. “I asked, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!”

“A…at a friend’s house sir…” I whisper, my voice hoarse from not speaking in two weeks. “Aw. Has someone met a slut just like you? Does she like to pretend to resist like you?” He says as he yanks me by my hair. I can feel the tears stinging in my eyes from the pressure on my scalp. You’re supposed to me home by two o’clock! You know this!” He screams in my face before throwing me down onto the wooden coffee table, splitting it and two and cutting me in the process. “I’m sorry sir... please... it won’t happen again… I swear…” I say to him as the salty water pours from my eyes like a waterfall. He kicks me in my ribs before telling me to be ready for him in an hour, and leaving the room.

I scurry to my room, grab his favorite pair of my lingerie, and head to the shower. I scrub my body from head to toe, using his favorite shampoo and wash. I get out, dry my hair and curl it, pinning back my bangs. After making sure to use his favorite lotion, I put on the lingerie and paint my nails. I check the clock on the way to my bedroom and see that I have five minutes. I start to think to myself... ‘Maybe I should tell someone... maybe Brit would understand… Maybe I should tell her that…’ I’m pulled out of my thoughts but a banging on the door… and the fun begins…

~~~*Brits POV*~~~

Soon after Cris left, mom called me down for dinner. I pet Demon, my little puppy. I swear that dog is a nuisance. I leap off my bed and run out of my room. I pick up demon and make my way down the steps and into the kitchen. The smell of fresh tomatoes and garlic hits my nose. It’s so mouthwatering. “Spaghetti mom? You know I love that!” I say to her and smile. I put the dog down and make my way to the sink to wash my hands. “Of course I do sweetie. I figured since it’s our first day in the new town we should celebrate, is that alright?” I giggle. “Of course mom”

I help her set out the plates and call my brother downstairs. He comes running in with his action figures. Such a sweet little six year old. ( A/N : I don’t remember if I gave him a name so he’s going to be Johnny.) “So, Britney, who was that girl you brought over today?” Mom asks. I give a small smile and start to blush. “Just a friend mom. I met her today. She really cool,” I say. Mom smiles at me, glad ive finally found a friend. “So… does this mean my baby girls got a crush on Crystal?” I blush an even deeper shade of red. “NO! I don’t know what your talking about!” I shout. Mom giggles and Johnny starts singing ‘Britney and Crystal, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!’ I turn and smack Johnny’s hand. “Shut up! Fine maybe I like her a little alright! But she’s not even gay so give it up!” I say and run from the table with tears in my eyes. No one could ever love me. I was sure of it

(A/N) Depressing, but Im content with this chapter. It’s the longest and its actually beginning to form into a story. Although I believe this story is going to have a different ending. Vote and comment guys. Btw, the pic to the side is Britney<3

I love you like Mr. Crabs loves money<3