I'm Mr. Bully's Pumpkin

Chapter 37- Jumbled Thoughts

Chapter 37- Jumbled Thoughts
Melanie

I pulled into the driveway of my house. After I walked in through the door, I ran upstairs and throw myself on the bed, crying like there would be no tomorrow.

How could Dylan do this to me?

Why is he such a fucking jerk?

Why did I have to fall for this jerk?

Why did he have to be the asshole I fall in love with?

Weren't there enough assholes and dickheads in this world for me to love or like?

But no, it just had to Dylan.

Fuck. My. Life!

I enter the washroom and have a shower. It's the only place where I could cry and wouldn't know if the drops dripping down my face were tears or just water.

I hate him.

No I like him.

I wanna kill him.

I wanna stay with him forever.

I wanna kill myself.

But I wanna live for him.

I have so many jumbled thoughts, I don't even know what's right or wrong anymore. I leave the washroom, wear Dylan's oversized shirt, and walk back downstairs.

Honestly, why am I even doing this to myself?

I enter the kitchen and get a big tub of ice cream. I walk to the living room and plop down on the couch, switching on the tv and listening to sad songs on MTV.

I'm acting as if I just broke with my boyfriend of two years.

Kill me already god!

I hate my life!

I hate myself for falling for that, idiotic, cute jerk.

I look down at his shirt which reminded me of the day when we had a party. I look down at the ice cream, reminding me of the day when I was on my period and he got me chocolates, ice cream and fries.

I look at the kitchen, reminding me of the days when he complimented my cooking skills.

I can't take this right now.

I walk out to the garden through the back door and sit on the poolside chairs. I look at the flowers and bushes, reminding me of the water fight we had.

Ughh!

I enter the house and walk back upstairs to my room. I look at the floor next to the bed, reminding me of the day I told him the truth and fell asleep in his arms.

This whole fucking house has memories of him.

Ugghhhh!

I need to stop.

I went back downstairs and leave the house for some fresh air. I sat down on the steps, and look around my driveway like a lost kid. This place reminded me of the first time he came to my house, and kissed me on my cheek.

Melanie stop!

I enter the house yet again and plop down on the couch of our living room. I close my eyes and try to relax, but then the door bell rang.

Who the fuck is it now?

I hope it's Dylan.

No!

I open the door to find a happy looking Chris. "Hey Mel." He says and hugs me, and I hug him back.

"Hey." I greet him weakly, and he frowns. I move aside to let him enter and we both sat down in the living room.

"What happen Melanie?" He asks with concern in his tone.

"Nothing much Chris, just a bit tired." Lies

"You should rest then."

"Nah, I'll be fine." Lies,

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Lies.

He looks down at the huge tub of ice cream on the coffee table and it was half empty. "Woah, did you eat all of that by yourself?" He asks surprised.

"Yeah I was just really hungry." Lies.

"Ok seriously Melanie, what's wrong with you? Your look doesn't say that you're tired, but it says that someone broke your heart. Trust me I know that look." He says,

"Seriously Chris, I'm just tired." Lies.

He stares at me for a while and shocks me when he just crashed his lips on mine.

The fuck!

******
I have nothing to say, except comment and vote ;)

Quote:"The course of true love never did run smooth."
- Shakespeare

Sending love your way
HappyWatermelonKid〰