Muted

Chapter 7

The walk to Walmart was extremely awkward, but not as awkward as looking at Halloween costumes. Turns out that they didn't have the Jack Skellington onesie costume in my size... well that and there were too many costumes that showed too much skin for my liking.

Dillon has been trying to convince me to just buy the sexy devil costume, which I gladly typed to him, "I'm a saint. I don't show any skin."

This response resulted in a raised brow and, "So you don't want to get back at my girlfriend for coming at you?"

It was my turn to raise a brow. "Didn't you call her your ex an hour ago," I typed.

After I typed this to him, he looked furious. "She's not my ex until I formally break up with her," I raised my eyebrow higher. "I didn't tell her we're over yet. I need to say it to her face. I need her to look and feel guilty. Her emotional pain is my pleasure," I just nodded very awkwardly at his words.

I continued looking for a costume that I felt would be considered appropriate enough for my liking. The closest thing I could find to appropriate was a scarecrow, and to be honest, I really wanted it. And lucky for me, it was in my size.

I started waving my arm in Dillon's direction to get his attention. He was looking through a rack of female costumes to help me.

Once I finally got his attention, he looked over at the scarecrow and made a disgusted face, to which I replied with a sad puppy face.

"I want to get my girlfriend pissed, looking adorable might not do it. Looking adorable will make her think we're friends-," I cut him off by typing away.

"We're not friends, never will be. We're not even acquaintances."

"Right. I want her to think that you're dressing to impress me."

"Why? I thought you were breaking up with her," I typed. "Not to mention, I would never dress to impress a man."

"No wonder people in the school don't really know you... let alone won't date you," he said with a comical smirk.

"FYI, some people do know me, just don't necessarily like me. And I'm single because people are to weak to handle me being deaf, and they don't like me," his phone spoke my typed words. He just snickered.

"Sure, that's why," I was getting annoyed and just wanted to go home.

I didn't say a word and just walked up to him and grabbed my phone out of his pocket, swapping it with his. I did a very annoyed wave goodbye and started walking away. Dillon forced me to turn around and face him.

"What's your deal," he questioned, obviously annoyed.

"You," I simply signed, which he managed to pick up on that.

"I brought you here, you have to do this for me!"

I took out my phone and typed out, "No. I don't."

I could see the frustration in his face by how he blinked rapidly and furiously licked his lips.

"Then what to I tell her," he asked.

"I'm not your guidance, figure it out. Tell her it's over, or beg for an explanation," I lastly typed before turning again. I was turned to face a now red Dillon, who was speaking to fast for me to pick up on what he was saying.

I started signing 'slow down' to him, for he was speaking to fast for me to keep up. He just kept rambling.

I was actually fearful that he may be loud enough to draw attention to us. I didn't want to be seen with him. I grabbed ahold of his hands that were gripping my shoulders trying to make him get off of me. The more I tried to get him to let go, the harder he gripped. He was gripping my shoulders so hard that it started to hurt. Physically? Yes. Emotionally. Much more than yes.

In this very moment I was so scared I started crying. I was crying so hard I was shaking and my vision was becoming blurry.

Dillon had backed me into a wall and I just closed my eyes to not have to see. I could feel him get closer to my face, almost forcing me to open my eyes and look at him.

He was evilly smirking at me before saying, "This! This is what I enjoy. Keep crying. Keep being a cry baby. You're afraid of me aren't you," he questioned.

I didn't dare deny it. I forced myself to let a nod happen.

Dillon's grip loosened, and guilt was written all over his face.

I pulled myself away from him as well as whipping my phone out and typing really fast. I turned my volume up all the way, just enough for him to hear with the amount of space I put in between us.

"You're evil! No wonder Angie cheated on you! You're cruel, you're terrifying... you're the devil himself."

I turned and ran out the store as fast as I can. The last thing I remember him saying before I turned and ran, was my name.

The cold air on my face dried up my tear stains, which was good. I must've been walking for an hour or two on my way back home. Once I entered the door, I headed to the kitchen to get a water.

My mom had left me a note saying that she's working in the office tonight and will be home late. To be honest, I was completely okay with it. I needed to be alone. I went upstairs to my room and just sat there... for about a good hour.

After an hour of just staring at my wall, I decided to get on my laptop and check Facebook, aka the website for drama.

I was scrolling through my timeline for twenty minutes. Every now and then I would come across a post about someone being depressed, someone talking about how their boyfriend was the greatest thing that ever happened to them, and sometimes I even came across middle age mom jokes.

I was so focused on the posts I was looking at that I didn't even realize that I had three messages and two friend requests. I decided to check my friend requests first and was shocked to see that Angie Morris, aka Dillon's Angie, and Chris Dalton, aka Dillon's ex friend, had both added me.

I accepted both requests and checked my messages.

I had one message from Angie, inviting me to the Halloween party that Dillon told me about, which genuinely shocked me because not even a few hours ago did she want to rip my face off.

I also had a message from Rebel, telling me that his brother wanted to apologize for what I had to witness today. I replied with a quick, "Tell him I said don't apologize, he couldn't have prevented it."

The third message I had received was actually the biggest shock out of them all. Dillon Carter had messaged me to apologize for scaring me earlier. I didn't even know he had Facebook. I decided not to respond so I would never have to deal with him ever again.

I closed my laptop and suddenly realized how tired I was. I put my laptop on my nightstand and set an alarm clock for myself and drifted off into a lazily sleep.

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