I Am Not A Feminist I Am Just A Teenager (On Hold)

13.Scratch that

Well i was kinda thinking about  the Devil and his goons. I really wonder how they all be. Yesterday was boaring but I did something good. I somehow touched my punching bag. By touched I mean punched. Alice drove me to her brother's gym, the place was pretty big . Ofcourse gyms are big and all. Anyway moving on, I saw her brother. At first I felt he would be a troublemaker or more like a jerk but as the minutes passed I kinda got an idea that he wasn't that bad .

Touch wood. Things can change if I say good things about boys.

And if you ask me whether he is sexy or hot , you know I won't tell you that. I kinda don't like calling humans like that. Okay fine he was really handsome . Ofcourse he would be because he has those abs and 8packs and fucked up things to make a girl go wild towards him.

Yuck! I did not just said that!

Anyway, and today, things got worst. Alice had a severe stomachache. So we didn't went to school. I don't know whether stomache aches or something but that's what she told me.

I didn't had  license to drive because I hadn't had the drivers  licence yet. So we had to catch a cab towards the hospital.

She told me some kind of care world or something. Yeah I know weird name for a hospital. Or maybe not anyway, I kinda liked the interior. It really looked expensive . I mean really posh and fashionable kinda hospital. I didnt knew that Alice was this kinda rich.

I waited outside the door as Alice went inside for the check up. They wanted some kind of scans and shits. I just nodded at her and waited outside.

I took my phone and put it in silent mode.

And then I saw, 108 missed calls from dad, 208 messages from my bitchy sister and last but not the least 123 voice mails.

"Fuck" these all things happened in just three days. I really felt disgusted by seeing them. I mean I will get grounded when I get back to Kerala for holidays.

Let's not talk about that.

So I waited ,ignoring the pain inside my heart. I didn't called them, nor I messaged them .

Am I being a mean girl?

Am I being like a bitchy girl?

I felt it . I really felt betraying them. Atleast they are the one who is paying my academical things and all.

Because of that, I texed them,

To Dad: had lots of work , that's why I didn't saw the messages. I am okay anyway. Will call you today.

And I hit send.

While I was busy thinking about my stupid family , I heard a loud cry.

I went towards the door and peeled through the transparent  glass window which was like in a square shape attached on the door.

I saw a boy really crying in pain , his hands tied with piles of bandages and things like that. And then I saw his right hand which was just till his elbow, okay no hands, I mean he didn't had any hands. Blood was oozing out from his elbow. I gulped.

I dashed towards the office and said" a patient needs you. In room number okay I forgot"  I said awkwardly. "He had bandages all over his arms and you know blood was oozing from it so could-"

"Oh I am so sorry , I gotta go . It's Mr. Stone's  room I think. "

I don't know why she got all that shitty towards the name of the person who I tried to say.

I just rolled my eyes. Things that humans would do when they get scared.

And then the thing hit me. Scared? She was so fucking scared. Maybe that person was that important.

I went to see whether Alice was done yet. But she wasn't there.

Should I went to see that boy. He doesn't looked so aged or something, I mean I felt him around my age.

So i went to the room and waited outside.

The door opened suddenly and I saw none other than the Devil looking at me.

"What are you doing here?"

And there he is ,the Devil. I really missed his boared expression and I thought he would be boared to see me , but he felt surprised.

"Well i was walking and I heard a roar from this room and saw a boy in pain and thought about calling the nurse and that's it. End of story".

"Now that you have done your job , you can go." I smiled at him sweetly.  A smile which i do when i get really annoyed.He was definatly  The type of a bad boy that I used to think.

These kind of people doesn't say thanks at all.

They won't even help anyone.

They just aren't meant to be respected

And that's what makes me feel hatred towards these kind of fucking assholes,  they just don't give a shit to anyone.

" I am not your servant boy. I just helped your friend who was practically groaning because of pain and their wasn't anyone to look at him . Anyways just wanted to tell you that GIVE RESPECT AND TAKE RESPECT. I don't give a shit who you are or how filthy rich you are that you can make my life living hell or something,okay? So mind you, talk carefully towards me."

And with that I walked past from him. I didn't turned to see his fucking-fuming-idiotic-Asshole -kinda face. But I really wanted to slap his pretty face . What does he thinks about himself?
Why did I even thought about helping his bloody friend.

I hate boys!

I fucking hate them.

Did I said that life is boaring without drama and shits. But I think I really said it in a clear way that I don't wante to mentally , physically and emotionally experience it.

Anyway just scratch it out.