"uhhhhh sedjdid- djdbsb-" I sputter as I struggle to make complete words. I look around hoping that someone will swoop in and save me but when I see everyone dancing and acting like nothing was wrong I knew I was screwed. I let out a nervous chuckle my eyes darting to various places around the room refusing to make eye contact with the steaming male in front of me.
"You see what happened was ummm. I was ummm.. ya know."
"She got some clothes from me because a really f***ed up friend of mine dumped her in the pool" Says Mason's voice as he once again comes to my rescue. I let out a sigh of relief thankful that I don't have to come up with an explanation.
"Mason would you stop trying to be prince charming all the time? It's annoying and quite frankly your moves are getting predictable." My head snaps up from the gaze I had trained on the floor onto Ashter. Did he just say moves? What does that mean? I glance over at Mason trying to get some type of explanation or reasoning to explain what Ashter just said.
"Mason what is he talking about?" I finally say breaking the silence as Mason avoids eye contact with me.
"Well umm, the truth is and I know what I'm gonna say is bad, like really bad, but I was trying to get you on my 'good' side if ya know what I mean." Mason says before chuckling nervously, his hand scratching the back of his neck. I look confused my eyes shooting between him and Ashter as I try to connect the pieces. Good side? Why would he want me to get on his good side. In my books he was already way ahead of Ashter. Wait a minute he did quotations when he said good side, so does that mean he wanted to the nerve! I reach over without thinking and before anyone can predict it, I punch Mason in the face. This action magically gets the attention of the booming crowd around us and the DJ controlling the music pauses it making the situation more noticeable.
"Really Mason?! Really?! I mean yeah okay you did kind of swoon me with the song and everything but did I really look that naïve that I would've slept with you the first time I met you. I know it was mentioned earlier but I thought it was just a joke. Gosh for once in my life, I think I've met someone whose ego is bigger than Ashter's. I'm now seeing why you two are so called best friends." I give him one more disappointed look, no ounce of sympathy running through my body as he holds his now bleeding nose. I push pass Ashter and the rest of the nosy crowd ignoring their questioning whispers as to who I was, and why I just broke Masons nose. As of right now everyone was on my enemy list. I get out of the house and this time I dont bother to sit around sulking on the curb, I wrap Mason's hoodie tighter around me and I begin the long walk home.
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Buzz..Buzzzz..Buzzzz- call ended
I had been doing this with my phone for the past few hours. It was now around 4 in the morning in my so called friends couldn't take the hint. All I wanted to do was binge watch my shows and drown away my misery with Oreo ice cream, but I couldn't even do that because of my phones constant buzzing. I know, why don't I just turn it off? Well if that were to happen that means they would resort to showing up in the flesh and honestly my body was still wanting to punch something. So I did it because I like my hands and I don't want to ruin them. My phones buzzing starts again and I check the contact name to see it's Riley this time. I roll my eyes before declining the call and marking a check by her name. This had been happening for so long that I decided to make a game out of it.
So far on my checkmark paper Ashter was in the lead with 15 calls, Riley with 13, Mason with 7, and even 2 from Jamie. I had to admit I almost picked up when I seen Jamie's name but I decided against when I realized it was probably just Riley trying to be tactful. Why would Jamie care if I was fine or not? She was Jamie for goodness sakes. I snuggle deeper into my burrito cover creation the warmth comforting me. I always loved wrapping myself in blankets whenever something wasnt going right. Stressed out about school, a fight with my parents, finding out a guy just wants to sleep with you, the burrito technique was my go to. Ever since I was a little girl, I always knew that there was one thing that would be able to comfort me, and it was the blankets. I let out a content sigh and focus my vision back to my show realizing that I missed some of it while trying to reminisce. I eventually get back into the mojo of things and the phone calls start to wind down, and I let out a relieved sigh. I let out a small shout of victory and get up to go get more food from the kitchen. I make my way downstairs my mood being lifted from the small fact that they gave up. I flip on some lights finishing the chips from the bag in my hand, as well as trying to juggle all of my other junk food dishes. Sadness makes you consume large amounts of food. I empty the dishes into the sink and the garbage into the trash and make my way to the refrigerator. I pull out some yogurt and other necessities like string cheese and anything else that magically pops into my mind. I hum the theme song from my show and even allow myself to feel like me since the incident and dance. I make my way to the cabinets grabbing another package of popcorn that is instantly opened and popped into the microwave. I stand there waiting my fingers drumming against the counter. My movements come to a stop when I hear a jingling sound come from the front door. I reach for my sweatpants pocket reaching in to pull out the spare key that I had smartly decided to remove from its hiding spot. I had figured that Riley would try to get in. So the question now was, Who was trying to get into my house? I hurriedly grab my bag of popcorn when I hear the microwave beep, grabbing all my other snacks and bolting for my room. I throw all my food on the bed and run to close and lock my door. I turn off my T.V and crawl over to my window. I wait a couple of seconds before deciding to brave a peak and see if there was a car or some type of evidence to who the intruder was. I look outside to see the red car that was at Riley's grandmas the other day. What were they doing here? A new wave of curiosity as well as suspicion passes over me, but gets replaced by fear and agony when I her the front door finally be opened. I let out a little squeal running to my closet throwing it open and scrounging trying to find something that could be used as a weapon. I hear my bedroom knob being tinkered with and immediately close my closet door, my breath automatically hitching. I hear the squeak of my door, and I cover my mouth trying to prevent myself from letting out a sob. How did I go from a cozy night to possibly getting robbed and raped? I quietly slap myself managing to calm myself down, I had already been through a enough tonight and if I was going to die, I wasnt going down without a fight. I grab about three of my heels, and slowly crack open my closet door . I don't wait another second and barge into my room with a battle cry and start throwing my shoes as hard as I can at the tall figure in my room. They start to let out a line of explicates and I take their surprise to my advantage and run over to them to attack them. I jump on their back and start doing to most reasonable thing ever. I pull at their hair. They grab at my clawing hands trying to detach them from their head. I lean into bite them but they suddenly flip around throwing us both onto my bed. The breath is knocked out of my body my hands being torn away from the intruders head from the force. I think of my next move and start to kick at anything in my path. They easily grab both of my legs and hold them together preventing me from hurting them any further. I look around hoping there was something I could grab. The intruder reading my actions also captures my hands from my use, there breathing as rugged as mine. I open my mouth to scream but they also somehow cover that up disconnecting my last source to escape their clutches. I try focusing my eyes to get a look at the person robbing my home, trying to remain positive and hope that I escape this so that I can give an adequate description to the cops. We both lay tangled up on my bed quietly waiting for the next move.
"Are you done screaming?" The intruder asks me and I shake my head No deciding to be honest because if he moved his hands I knew another scream would escape from my mouth.
"Fine but I have stuff to say," My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as my brain suddenly does a double take at the familiarity of the voice. I wait for them to speak again so I can see if I know who it is. My eyes stay on their shadow covered face, before trailing down his body ad I see it. A tattoo. There was only one person I knew that had tattoos covering their arms.
"Sweetheart." And there was the name that confirmed my hypothesis. It was him. Ashter. I allow the fear to leave my body and I my body loosens my muscles no longer tense.
"I'm sorry okay? I may have over exaggerated at Masons party, its just I dont even know but I know that I wasn't happy. Now before I let you go and you brutally beat me, I just want to also say that I know it was wrong to break into your house but I knew you weren't answering my calls, and I had S*** to say to you. Okay I'm gonna let you go now." He cautiously starts to untangle his limbs with mine before I'm completely free. I lay there a couple of seconds trying to make my brain register what just happened. Ashter the guy who dropped me in a body of water and walked away laughing. Ashter that some may say got jealous when he seen me in Masons clothes. Ashter the nutcase that just broke into my house and nearly gave me a heart attack. Ashter the super bad boy who doesn't give a freak about anybody or anything. Ashter the guy that just apologized. I didn't know whether I wanted to slaughter him or give him a hug. I decided to not choose the latter.
"Sylvie are you gonna say any-" I cut off his question as I lunge at him my fists gluing straight to his chest hitting him over repeatedly.
"Who breaks into someone's house! At four in the morning! When they could just wait! You are crazy!" I yell at him as I let all of my anger out on him. I eventually get tired and instead I feel the sadness overcome once again. I roll over off of him and I lay beside him blinking over and over again hoping my tears won't fall again.
"You don't get to come in and out as you please. I try, you know. I try to be the perfect mentor, I try to be your friend, but you Ashter you make it hard. Impossible even. What you did tonight was really messed up, not just you but you, Riley and Mason. It was too much. So yes I will be angry, and no you do not get to try to come, no break into my house and try to reason with me. I deserve to be angry," I say my voice cracking.
"I get to hit and scream and eat junk food at four in the morning, and you, your gonna let me because I never ask you to change extreme emotions. I'm sick and tired of the arguing and the bickering. I'm tired. I'm just- I'm tired" I manage to say before the floodgates open up and all the anger and emotion that I had been bottling up leaves my body and I cry. With all of the snot and the burning red eyes. Everything. And he stays, never once moves to leave. He only holds me in his arms and for once I'm grateful. For once in my life I feel freed.
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AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
I finally wrote another chapter!
(Readers scream in joy and excitement)
I know I know its been like three centuries but it's sad to say I almost let this book go. Well that was until I got some great feedback from an awesome new reader of mine. So I just want to thank her for her want to read my book and the encouragement. Now I know this chapter gets really intense towards the end, and that is partially to blame to the type of music I listened to while writing this. Lets just say the music I linked to this chapter is really emotional. It doesn't even really relate to Sylvie's self discovery in this chapter but it was really powerful. If you read this I would definitely re-read the ending with the song, it makes it that much better. You will feel the intense emotion. As for those interested about seeing "The Greatest Showman" I can personally say that it is a must see. Its one of those movies that will go down in the books.
That's it for now my lovelies. I can say that I am back and will start to update as soon as I can from now on.
As always,
XOXOXOXO Alysia2021
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Anger Management
Teen FictionSuddenly my back is pushed against his bathroom door, the air getting knocked out of me. " I told you to stop trying to fix me. There is absolutely nothing wrong with me." He growls at me his green eyes practically piercing themselves into my s...
