Anthony Salontro felt like he would never love again. Like he was stuck in a labyrinth of pain, tears, and depression. All because she walked away. All because he opened up and trusted her. But she left like it was nothing. All because she said "I l...
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ROCIELLO^^^^^
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 31
I awoke to my pumpkin spice scented room because I lit a candle last night. To help soothe myself after my sister's little speech in the car. She acts like a mom, you know like when they still are talking about the incident three hours later. I couldn't even eat my gumbo in peace. I'm so done with her.
Today at school they said we could dress up since it's Halloween. Halloween is my one of my favorite holidays. I have my whole day planned out: dress up like the sexy red devil that I am, take Valerie trick-or-treating, then watch scary movies while eating ice cream and marshmallow brownies all night. Maybe I will invite Rociello.
After my shower, I used my vanilla coconut lotion. Then I put on my red latex onsie with red knee high heels. I put on red sparkly lipstick and eye shadow with some mascara. I took my picthfork and bag down the stairs. Then when I was just about to leave the house I heard my sister yell my name.
"Where do you think you're going with that hoeish outfit on," she asked. "I'm going to school because legally I have to be there to get an education, but I can drop out anytime and become a stripper," I answered her with a careless attitude.
"Who do you think you're talking to? You can't treat me like mom nor do you have the right to do so. I took you in when our mother decided to become a pyscho bitch and you repay me by disrespecting me anytime you can? All because you left your little friend Laylani, you want to act like a moody bitch."
Tears filled my eyes at the sound of her name and I was prepared to leave or do something dramatic but I wanted to hurt her just as bad as she did me.
"Have you heard from your Dashawn? Oh wait he has three other baby mamas that he actually is worried about. You dumb bitch got pregnant by him twice and still couldn't get him to stay."
Her face retorted as if I had slapped her. Her eyes started to glisten with tears too and I could tell that she was contemplating on whether or not she wanted to hit me back with a roast too or just yell at me. Then like a light bulb switched in her head, her eyes widen before she hit me harder than ever before.
"What about you huh? I thought she loved you but you couldn't get a letter, text, or call if the world was ending from your little lover. And that's probably why you're mad deep down inside and you don't want to admit. Just accept it, she probably never even loved your dumb ass. She just wanted pleasure and needed to find a way to waste time."
My mind didn't even let me think, it just moved my rage into my hands and moved so quickly that even I couldn't see the punch coming for her face. It was so hard that she fell down. She looked up me with blood coming out of her nose and little red on her cheek. Confusion danced in her eyes and she was left in awe. But she wasn't the only one. I've hit people before and have a bad temper. But never someone I loved.
"Wow you're no different from mom," she said while laughing a little bit. She didn't find this amusing, she was just crazy.
"FUCK YOU!!"
I slammed the door really hard and left. I wasted all that time arguing with her that I had to run with tears streaming down my face to catch the bus. The bus driver kindly stopped when he realized a crazy teen was chasing him. He looked at me weirdly. I didn't know if it was because I looked crazy with my hair poofy due to the humidity in the house and outside with mascara all over my face. Or if it was because I never took the bus. Delilah decided that I needed to start taking it out of nowhere for no reason. But it's whatever at this point.
My stop was the last I assumed because as I looked at the passengers all the seats were taken. Except for blaze boy was sitting by himself in the fourth to last seat on the left of the bus. I tapped him and asked if I could sit with him. He looked at me and was startled but tried to cover it up by looking "cool". He moved over with his backpack. I heard him listening, actually blasting, to "Wet Dreams" by J. Cole. At least, I knew he didn't have bad taste in music. I would have started talking to him but my confidence wasn't with it. Plus I didn't feel like flirting. I guess he will just be an arcane "blaze" boy.
