It's been a week since Eliot shot me- my leg has been hurting so bad
And I can't really even walk anywhere- thanks a lot Eliot!
I mean, just because you don't want someone to leave doesn't mean you shoot them in the leg.
That's just...that's just...Eliot.
The man gets on my nerves.
He thinks he's in control of me- but nope!
Just cuz Sophie up and leaves doesn't mean that any second I'm alone I'm gonna threaten to kill my self.
Sophie just isn't that worth it to me as she was before.
Then Eliot's over here like he's my friggin body guard or security guard.
It's getting on my nerves.
And now, there's absolutely nothing to do except write in this journal I found on the side of the couch.
I can't get up- Eliot will hurt me again. THAT MAN!
The only Im able to do is switch the channels on the tv.
I can't even get up to go to the bathroom! In my own house!
Can you believe it?! Like, really?!
That's so stupid!
The door just slammed and that's how I know Eliot's back from the store.
Woopie!
My security guard is back!
"Hey man!" I shout from the couch.
"You get what I asked for?
Eliot sat the grocery bags on the counter.
"I got meatballs, pasta, and cheese for lasagna!" He shouted back and I rolled my eyes.
The withdrawal wasn't going to make the situation any better.
"No, I mean did you get what I asked for?!"
Eliot looked up at me with a smirk dancing across his lips.
"You mean, Jameson?" I rolled my eyes again.
"Yes, Eliot-you know what I asked for!"
"No, but I got Ginger Ale!"
That was Eliot's favorite not mine!
"Ugly says what?" I mumble as I turn around and slouch on the couch.
"What?!" Eliot spat.
I couldn't help a grin.
"Nothin'..."
I said with a sly smile of my face. I'm pretty sure Eliot was shooting daggers at the back of my head.
