I think it's too late now.

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Stacy's perspective:

I ran down the steps, feeling alive and awake. I finally decided not to give in to these stupid feelings. It doesn't matter what people around me do. Because they never consider the repercussions that I undergo. They never give a thought about how I would feel when I get to know. So why should I care a damn of whom my actions would hurt?

It's time to live life, it's time to show people that I could stand on my feet now. No chemicals, no panic attacks and no memories attached. 

"Stacy!" Bonnie rushed towards me, engulfing me in her wide arms. I couldn't be rude. I couldn't just push her off me although my nerves were throbbing in so much fury. "I was so worried, we all were. You just fainted out of nowhere, for something so stupid, I couldn't--"

"Stupid?" I frowned pushing her arms away.

I saw her turn back, seeing Luke, Davis and Nick glancing our way. Atticus came out of the kitchen holding a glass of beer. He froze looking at me and I brought my gaze back at Bonnie.

Don't spare a thought about him. 

Bonnie shrugged. "Yeah I mean, well not stupid but you fainted for something you could have easily overcome. I mean it's you..."

I couldn't believe my ears.

"...and there was nothing you had so much to panic about. Did you remind yourself with your dad's past? But you were over that incident right? I thought you were stronger..."

Anger was fuming with every word she spoke. Everything started affecting like a hurtful radar striking on my wounded body. I was shaking now, shaking to an extent she could evidently see. But she wasn't stopping. She was going on and on, reminding me of my broken past. Not letting it affect me was the only motive in my head.

But I was snapping in the next second.

"Shut up." 

"What?"

"I said shut up." I screamed closing my eyes. "Do you even know what happened? You just happen to come here, out of guilt to check on me and you assume I'm exaggerating things? If you ever cared Bonnie, you wouldn't have spoken these words." I was puffing, trying to gasp more air. "You are so over the moon with your perfect life, you've camouflaged me with your discards." 

"Bonnie I think you should leave." Atticus spoke softly, staring at me.

"No!" She responded instantly. "That's not true. I care about you, so stop dwelling in your own sympathies and look over the goddamn mirror. You are my best friend, and you can't accuse me for not caring enough."

I sensed Atticus taking a step towards me, "Bonnie, I really think--"

"Yeah, well Bonnie. Let me illuminate you. My dad's death was a murder, my mom killed him. My step-dad is cheating on my mom with his ex-wife, my mom's been having an affair with unknown people in pubs and she was pregnant a month ago, now she aborted that baby. I was.." I showed a small hairline space between my thumb and index finger, "..I was this close to acquiring a major panic disorder and grandma went back home, shattering every hope I ever had on love." I shook my head, smiling to myself. "Yeah, it's not a big issue at all."

Her eyes were pale and cold. She couldn't grasp any words and I sighed looking away. Trying to calm myself down, and assuring myself that I'm perfectly alright. I felt the sudden rush of arms around me, she was sobbing. I could make out her shoulders bounce and tighten around mine. I realized how stupidly I had masked the matter with Atticus and Caroline, I laughed inside.

"I'm so sorry..." She murmured on my shoulders, stroking my arms and making me feel the warmth. "Are you alright now? I promise. I promise I'll never leave you out of my sight." 

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