Trickery and Ice

The Day I Confessed

[WARNING: THIS MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME PEOPLE FOR THERE ARE SOME PROBLEMS DISCUSSED IN THIS CHAPTER. FEEL FREE TO SKIP THAT PART IF YOU DON’T WANT TO READ IT.]

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked quite angry at the fact that the two sluts are here at my house. Not to mention, to live for at least a good month or so.

“Oh Elsa!”  Rapunzel or as I want to call her “Rapundick” hugged me with an annoying smile plastered on her face. Don’t get me wrong she’s my cousin and I love her but sometimes she’s like a revolver with dicks as bullets. Especially Merida. That girl can suck, jack and do whatever shit she can think of.

Although despite the slut factor, they’re actually pretty smart and at the same time talented. Merida is great at archery and always beats me at the sport. Rapunzel on the other hand, is great at chess, can paint and has an amazing voice. Not to mention that both of them are my great friends. The only problem is they have hormones that can’t be controlled.

I sneered at both of them before grabbing some things in the fridge. This is just the right time for a good old pizza, some Doritos and cans after cans of rootbeer because I swear to God, after the Jack incident a while ago; I know that I can’t handle Rapundick and Meriblow’s loud voices about how many guys they got their hands on last night.

I sighed and with all my comfort food, I rushed up stairs.  I locked the door and dropped all of it on my bed while opening the TV to watch Star Wars.

What? It’s fucking awesome and besides it’s better than watching some cheap romantic flick that makes you wanna puke the shit out of you.

Halfway through the movie, I can hear loud heels banging on the steps of the stairway. I sighed and changed the volume to max since I don’t want anyone disturbing me. Especially if it’s freaking Star Wars.

When I thought the heels were gone, I realized that it wasn’t. The loud noise continued until it was replaced by a continuous knocking fit on my door.

I groaned. “Leave me alone.”

The knocking still continued and it was getting on my nerves. I decided to blast some Nirvana at my speakers but still the banging on the door is too loud to be replaced. I sighed and plopped on my bed. I don’t want to talk to them. I just want to eat, watch and sleep this weekend. That’s it. No more weird parties or fucking awkward dates. I just want to be alone with me being my true self (meaning the grunge Nirvana-loving, pizza obsessed, alcohol druggie and sailor mouth that I hid behind my proper and organized life) because I know outside these walls, I can’t do it.

I’ve been hiding my love for Nirvana with some Mozart, my love for pizza with salad, my vodka and heroin problems with water and lastly my sailor mouth with some intellectual and more logical phrases and sentences. I just can’t seem to be like that when I know it’s going to affect my dream of being a doctor someday badly. It is going to ruin my concentration. It’s going to ruin me like how it ruined Bailey.

I huffed out a sigh at the name Bailey. He was the one I thought was always there for me and he actually did. The problem is that when he got into too much alcohol and meth (he likes meth while I go for heroin), all of his dreams was washed away and not only that; but also his life. He’s biologically my brother and was five years older than me. He was also supposed to be a doctor. Heck, he was going to be a cardiologist. But then again, it was all destroyed by his drug and alcohol problems. That’s why when I look at Jack, I feel sorry for him. I knew that he’s also in the same problem. The drugs and the alcohol I mean. I heard it from Cindy (Cinderella) back in sophomore year, then now from his friend Hiccup this year. It’s not that I’m talking to him; it’s more like an act of eavesdropping.