This Isn't Wonderland

Chapter Three

I went home right after Jaclyn and I spent some time on the ground outside of the theater. It hadn't stopped raining until I was halfway home, but that still wasn't enough time for my clothes and body to dry by the time I got to our appartmeny building. Jaclyn insisted on going with me but I told her to go back in and finish the movie which she ended up doing, saying that she would tell Holdon and Sydney I was fine.

When I walked into the front door to the lobby of my building, there was a lady at the mail slots who looked me up and down before widening her eyes a bit, then returned to her mail. I rolled my eyes and walked past her, my shoes squeaking because they were full of water. I was beyond freezing so the thought of chilling in my room in a sweater with my laptop on my lap made me happy; that was my motivation to actually go home.

It was almost six as I walked through the door to our apartment, the sound of my mom and dad talking coming from the kitchen. I walked in there, since it was the only way to get to my room, and hoped to God that they wouldn't ask me any questions.

But of course my mother had to stop mid sentence to point at me and scream, "What the hell ar- Where were you?"

"I was out." I said. I was going to go straight to my room after that but then she grabbed my arm and tugged me back, rather harshly. "Where did you go? You didn't call or anything! You could've been murderer or kidnapped and we would never know." She argued, putting her hands on her hips. I looked past her shoulder and saw my father, Clark, standing with his back against the counter and his hands rubbing his face. I looked back at Barbara, "I'm pretty sure you wouldn't even shed a tear if I died or went missing, not unless you wanted the attention." I mumbled, crossing my arms and looking down at the ground.

Barbara gasped and then I felt her hand crushing my chin, forcing me to look up at her. "Don't you ever say that. Now go clean up," She said, cursing as she took her hand back. I looked at her, daggers shooting out of my eyes before I turned around and stomped my way to my room. I didn't mean to but my shoes were rather loud. I was probably also leading dirt throughout our place but I could care less.

The moment I got to my room, Nia was already there, standing in the middle of my floor with my iPod in her hand.

"Why do you look up such weird ways? Like how to kill people? That's so creepy."

I shrieked as I ran towards her, reaching to grab my device from her but she was taller. "I do it because I plan how I'll murder you!" I screamed, pushing her into the floor, my hands wrapped around my iPod. She screamed as well and her grip loosened so I could take my iPod back.

"God, what the heck Cary? You're a freak." Nia gasped, pushing me off of her, I hit the ground with a loud thud, pain shooting up my arm. "Bitch." I mumbled, sitting up. I heard Nia start to laugh from above me. Now what was she going on about..

"What's up with the marks on your neck? Did you get a hickey?" She asked, laughing even harder at the thought. I blushed and stood up, pushing her towards my door. "Get the hell out!" I yelled, anger filling my body, my mind racing with all of the things I could do. Kick her, punch her until she was knocked out cold, wrap my hands around her pathetic throat and squeeze the life out of her-

"Whatever." She said, giving me a death glare before she walked out of my room and down the hall to hers. Not a second later, Barbara showed up at the end of the hall with an angered look on her face. "What the hell is going on?" She demanded, looking from Nia to me. I pointed at Nia and was about to speak but my sister was too fast. "Cary fricken attacked me for no reason." She sighed, crossing her arms.

My jaw dropped as I stared at this barbie doll in disgust. I had a lack for words, but my mother didn't.

"Cary Liv Jones! Don't touch your sister! You immature little girl." Barbara yelled at me, pushing me into my room. "I did nothing!" I screamed back to defend myself, "She was going through my iPod, I was just tr-"