Whiskey Lullaby

Shoutout to @Teh_Potatato for being Tristen's lesbian best friend..haha

I turn, locking the door behind me, letting out a long, slow, aggravated breath. 

"Speak of the devil."

"Oh c'mon, Tristen, it's been three years. You can't still possibly be mad at me, can you?"

I turn to face the voice, fury in my eyes as I stare her down.

"Yes, actually I am."

"Why is that?" she says in a whiny tone.

"You killed her, Shania, you caused me this pain! You're the reason why I wake up every morning regretting that I'm still able to breathe, that I wasn't there to save her! You're the reason I'm always angry, why I drink all the damn time!" I yell, my voice rising with each word.

Her eyes widen, not expecting that much of a response from me. "I wasn't the one holding the knife, or the gun."

I've had enough, I basically jump off the porch and run to her, grabbing her and pinning her against the railing of the porch. "No, but your words were like knives! You cut her and she bled out! You're a murderer, a cold blood, murderer," the last words come out as a hiss.

She whines softly before breaking free of my grip, she slaps me across the face before running down the road toward the school.

I normally never act that way but that girl just pushes me over the edge, she thinks we can be friends, no. That will never happen. Not as long as I live.

I hop onto my skateboard and head to school, my music blaring loudly into my ears, drowning the sounds of reality out. I skid to a stop noticing my crazy friend dancing around in the parking lot. I pull my earphones out and shove them in my pocket before walking over to her. 

Man, was she crazy, she had this insane way of expressing herself..and she wasn't afraid of speaking the truth.

I cup my hands around my mouth so she could hear me, "Hey! Scout!"

She spins around, stumbling a little in the process, she blows the hair from her face, glaring at me.

"Haha, very funny."

"Whaaaat?" I chuckle, dragging the word out.

"You think you're so funny, scaring me."

"I'm not laughing, Scouty."

"But I can see it in your eyes, you want to laugh. In fact, I'm sure you'll laugh as soon as you get away from me." 

"Pf, no. Of course not." I walk to her, placing my hands on her waist.

She tenses up, suddenly creating a very uncomfortable atmosphere for the both of us. 

"Yeah see, Tris...here's the thing...I don't like dudes."