Monotone

Monotone [8]

Chapter eight - Don't pity me

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1:32am - Saturday - Downtown bar

As I stumble out the bar doors I'm immediately caught by a pair of strong arms.

"Hey girly, we can go back to my place if you want" I giggle at this and decline as I try to push myself away.

"Come on, don't be like that" he grunts as I keep hitting him in the chest. It doesn't seem to be doing any damage.

"Let me go you-y-you sicko!" I scream hoping someone will come and help, all he does is throw me over his shoulder and walks into a dark ally way. This is the end, I'm going to get killed. Whatever I'm fine with dying, no no what is he doing. My thoughts if death were replaced by fear as he started to tug on my shirt. I started screaming, next thing you know he was hunched over in pain because I kneed him in the balls. I ran, and I ran for my life.

I don't know where I ended up, but that guy wasn't after me anymore. I was walking along the road when I felt my phone start buzzing in my back pocket. I checked to see who it was, Carter was calling me. I answer.

"Hellurrr" I slur out, trying not to sound drunk.

"Luna are you okay?! Why haven't you been answering my texts?!" He half yells.

"Texts? What texts?" I giggle into the phone.

"God damnit Luna, you're drunk!" He yells stating the obvious.

"Where - are - you?" he asks calmly through gritted teeth.

"Down towwwn somewhere" I reply honestly.

"Hold tight I'm coming to get you" he stays on the phone, I can hear his keys jingling and his car starting.

"Luna? You still there?" he asks, worry lacing his voice.

"Don't worry about me, I'm finnnne" I slur exaggerating the n.

"No you are not" I can hear his engine roar through the phone.

"Why the hell did you go out and get drunk?!" He half yells.

"To fill the emptiness" I reply not realizing what I said untill a minute after.

"I mean, because it is funnnn" I try to sound serious, but it isn't convincing. Just then a nice car pulls up besides me and the window rolls down, I can clearly see it's Carter. I open the door and sit down. He doesn't look at me.

"Where are we going" I ask him.

"Back to my place" he states still staring at the road, obviously annoyed with my drunkness.

"I'm sorry for this" I apologize for him having to come pick me up while I'm drunk.

I can't remember the car ride but i wake up to being carried into Carter's house. I see Kai standing in the doorway. He looks angry, but I don't care. Nothing matters as I drift back into unconsciousness.

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6:27am - Saturday - Carter's house

All I can feel is my pounding headache. I don't remember anything. I want to lay in darkness until everything goes away, including myself. But that won't happen because someone forgot to close the curtains and now the sun is hitting my eyelids. I slowly open my eyes but regret it because the sun makes my pounding headache worse. I groan in annoyance.

"Well it's about time you woke up" Carter says as he enters the room with water and two pills. Putting the water in one hand and the pills in the other. Without question I put the pills in my mouth and take a drink of water to swallow the pills.

"Thanks" my voice comes out rough and scratchy. I lay my arm over my eyes as a shield from the light.

"What happened?" Instead of the aggravated voice I was expecting, it was a soft and soothing voice.

"Nothin" I reply like a child.

"I did not drive down town last night to pick you up because you were drunk, and not get an explanation as to why!" He half yells in frustration.

"Listen! I never asked you to come get me, I would have been just fine on my own!" I yell back, not helping my throat much.

"No you wouldn't of, who knows what would have happened if I didn't come get you!" He yells back at me.

"Who cares what would have happened to me! I would be better off dead!" I yell, and I realized I slipped up so I go silent, so does Carter. He looks sympathetic.

"Luna..." He starts but I finish for him.

"No, don't pity me, I don't need it." I say roughly as I turn away.

"Can we just forget this happened" I huff out without another word.

"Not in a million years. Now talk to me" he says sternly. I don't listen, all I do is shake my head.

"Luna I swear to God if you don't start talking" he says with even more force than before.

"God damnit Luna!" He screams, making me flinch. I sit there with my head down. He slowly realized he scared me and softly says he is sorry.

"Sorry? Sorry!" I stand, I shake with every violent step I take. I stomp around the house until I come upon their kitchen. I look through every cabinet, slamming them open and closed until I find a ceramic plate. I hand it to him, more like shoving it into his hand.

"See this plate?" He nods oblivious to what's about to happen.

"Now smash it on the floor!" I yell, he hesitates for a moment before throwing in on the floor with a loud smash.

"Now apologize to the plate!" He looks at me, confusion covering his face, he honestly looks a little scared.

"DO IT!" I scream at him with a hoarse voice.

"I'm sorry" he says to the shatters plate.

"Did that fix the plate?" I see him.

"No"

"Exactly, sorry doesn't make it better!" I yell at him, not caring about whoever else is in the house.

"Luna I-"

"No, don't 'Luna I' me!" I yell. He stays silent.

"I don't want to have to explain myself to you! Opening up is the worse possible thing to do! Then getting attached to the person makes it ten times worse, and then they leave and it all comes crashing down.." I end breathlessly as i yell coming down to a whisper at the end.

"Luna you're crying" he says as he starts to come closer to me. I didn't realize I was crying so I put my hands over my face in attempt to wipe the tears. I don't move from my spot as he continues to shorten the distance between us. He puts a hand under my chin and tilts my head upwards to look him in the eyes. He moves my hands away with his free hand. He pulls me into a death defying hug. I don't reject it but I don't accept it either.

I just stand there, not knowing what to do.
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Okay my cupcakes, this was a very eventful chapter and I can't promise anything for the future. Cya on the flip side.