Ugly

8

     I whined and moaned as Danielle gripped my hair and did bad things to me. The feeling of his hands gripping my waist and making me moan even louder excited me. All I could hear was him whispering my name over and over... "Avery," he whispered, "Avery!!"

     I woke up confused and aware of my surroundings. Ivy sat in front of me, shaking me a little more. "You passed out after we went to my mom's beach house," he mumbled. My eye lids shut purposely as I recapped on the dream I had. Danielle. We were having sex. Why did my dream think of Ivy instead of the boy I despise? Why was I so... into it? "I'm just glad you're okay..."

     "Right," I whispered, sitting up to touch my bruises. They were bandaged up, "I bet I'm suspended... "

     "My mom called ten times in an hour," Ivy mumbled, showing me his phone. It was silent for a while til he got into my lap. "I'm so glad you're mine... I'm yours, you know that?" I nodded and felt his lip press against my sore one. As we kissed, my phone began to ring. I ignored it and put it on silent, only for it to ring again. Ivy stopped and looked at my phone. "Its your mom again... "

     "Right. "

     I grabbed my phone and let it go to voicemail. As I listened, my heart seemed to stop. "We found your brother's-" she paused, clearing her throat as if an object had clogged her throat. "A few kids had been bullying your brother for months and they... they took it too far... He was pushed in front of a car and was ran over. They left him there and he suffered from-um... Brain damage and died laying in the middle of the road.. A couple found him. Just- please come home. Be a good brother for him. Please... " Ivy stared at the phone, biting his nail as he felt me scoot from under him.

     He looked at me. "You should go to her. "

     "She's lying," I mumbled, "he isnt dead. She's telling me that so I can come home to do her fucking work. Shes a liar!"

     "Would your mother really lie about that, Avery!?" Ivy raised his voice, "would she lie to you about the brother you love to bits!? She knows how much he means to you! She wouldn't lie to you about something so... so important! Suck up the fact that your mother is a bad mother and just comfort her. "

     More calls came in from my father. His voicemail began to play. "A couple found your brother dead. Head cracked wide open. Cops said you could see his brain!" He began to chuckle before clearing his throat, "get your ass home and comfort your mother. Shes done great wonders like you. You're an accident and she decided to have you, so you should be grateful... " it grew silent for a second and he cleared his throat again. "I miss you as well... Your brother's death is hard for me as well. And I thought to myself that maybe he wasn't dead, but just laying there, messing with people... You used to act that way as a kid. Thought you taught him a thing or too. Please come home. Why? It's because you're my favorite sperm cell... "

     I felt my heart drop in my chest. My father doesn't do anything for my mother. It must have been true. I got up and rushed out of the beach house, running towards the side walk. Tears had grew in my eyes as I thought about my brother. I ran straight for home. Ivy stopped trying to follow, trying to catch his breath.

     I began to scream loudly, the tears flowing like a river down my face. I kept running and running and running till I made a turn. When I turned, I bumped into someone. When I opened my eyes, I found Danielle smirking at me. "Wassup, girly?" I shook my head, trying to suck it up and pass him, but I couldn't. I quickly began to cry again, gripping his shirt as I placed my face on the soft fabric. "Woah, chill. Calm down, you don't have to be a baby about it..."

     "Has your brother been brutaly been beat up and thrown in front of a car!?" I yelled at him, still holding onto him. Danielle stopped talking and let me stand there with my face stuffed into his shirt. He soon wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back.

     "I'm sorry to hear that," he mumbled, giving me a full blown hug, "want me to walk you where you're going?" I nodded quickly to his offer and let him hold my hand. "Where are you heading?"

     "I'll guide you," I whispered quietly. He nodded, his larger hand holding and gripping my smaller one.

     As we walked he started conversation. "I know that I'm a jerk and all-"

      "A super jerk... "

      "Right," he mumbled, clearing his throat, "but the only reason I pick on you is because I dont like you looking at other men, you know? Oliver used to be cool, then he started talking to you, so I told him to get lost. He took the opportunity and spent more time with you... I mean I don't mind if you have friends-"

     "Danielle," I cut him off, "do you like me?"

     His grin had embarrassment written all over it. "Y-Yeah," he chuckled, "I was getting to that... " I nodded and looked down.

     "Danielle, you know I have Ivy in my life now, right?" I asked, "and I'm very happy with him..."

     "Right!" he mumbled, "Right... Does this mean we cant be a thing?"

      "Yeah," I looked up at him, "I dont think I could fall in love with someone who would make fun of me for the size of my... and the way I am... "

     "It was only so that men could stay away from you!"

     "Do you know how much embarrassment it caused me!?" I talked over him, "I was called a tranny and a faggot and a girl... People would pants me in the hall way and would ask if I was a girl or just gay! I would love to take your offer if I wasn't in love and you didn't do those horrible things. Okay?" I let go of his hand and continued walking. He followed along, silently walking with me until I reached my house.

     "Avery," he mumbled, "please think about it. Or you could meet up with me for coffee tomorrow at 2?"

     I nodded slowly and walked into my drive way.