It's been a day since I snapped and went off on my mom. I've not left my room, and the only way I've survived isolating myself since yesterday is my stash of junk food under my bed and the connected bathroom. All I've done is sit and watch Netflix on my TV, trying to drown out my thoughts.
After the fight last night, I came back in my room a cried until I made myself sick. Everything from earlier yesterday came out when I exploded. My eyes feel almost swollen shut because they're so puffy.
I've not touched my phone since yesterday and it's sat inside of the top drawer of my bedside table turned off the entire time. I've not felt like touching it.
Everything that happened feels like it should be a dream. When I woke up yesterday I didn't expect to lose my boyfriend, or possibly ruin whatever relationship I had with my mother. This weekend quickly turned to shit.
I hate thinking about the fact that I'll have to leave my room eventually and face my mother. Or that fact that I have school Monday and I'll have to see Noah.
No you know what? It's Saturday and my mom leaves on Sundays. There's one problem solved. And as for the Noah problem? I can just drop out of school and work the streets until I turn 18 and then I can be a stripper. I won't have to worry about the awkward stares and fake hello's in the school hallway.
Jesus Christ I can't even fathom how much of a whiny brat I sound like.
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The sound of my door opening wakes me up. I know good and well I had it locked. I can hear footsteps walking across my carpet until I feel a body sink into my bed at my feet. I stay still, praying they'll leave if they think I'm sleeping.
"Olivia I know you're awake so cut the act." I turn around and straighten up to see Ally.
"How did you unlock the door?" Isall I ask, looking anywhere but in her eyes. I don't think I could take it.
"Don't you remember? I learned how to when we were little because I would always have to come and get my stolen barbies back from you." Ally chuckles.
I do remember. Every time she would get her special dressy barbies out, I would sneak into her room and take them, then go back to my room and shut myself in here so she couldn't get them back. I would always end up falling asleep and when I would wake up the doll would be gone, and I thought it was a magical fairy taking them and correcting my wrongs for the longest time.
"I'm sorry about yesterday Al. She shouldn't have said that stuff to you. And once I saw that first tear slide down your face, I couldn't handle it. She had no right. I may have took it a little too far, but everything I said was true. I'm sorry she even said anything to you." I tell her, getting enough courage to look into her blue eyes. I don't mention the fact that me and Noah broke up, because frankly it's not important right now.
"Liv, I expected her to react that way. That fight was inevitable. It was bound to happen. Just the stuff she said cut a little bit deeper in my heart the more cruel she got." She leans over and hugs me, and it's taking all my will not to cry right now.
She pulls away quickly and placed a hand over her stomach. Her face contorts in pains and I start panic.
"Ally what's wrong? Are you okay?" She doesn't me as she rubs her hand across her swollen stomach.
"She's kicking! Give me your hand." She quickly grabs my hand and places on where the baby's kicking.
I don't feel anything for a minute, and then I do. It's the tiniest bit of kicks, but it's there. This makes everything more real and scary at the same time.
I look up and Ally and she has the biggest smile on her face, but I can tell she's worried about all this. I take my hand away from her belly and I grab her hand.
"You're going to be a great mom Al. And we're gonna make all this work. Us Sanders girls always find a way through things." I muster my biggest smile I can for her.
I know it doesn't ease her mind that much but she's going to be fine. Her and my little niece both. This baby is starting to make me think there's such thing as a silver lining in this world.
Ally goes to say something but gets interrupted as Brooke comes bustling through my door.
"Dad's downstairs."
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Teen FictionOlivia Sanders. She's the it girl in school. She's smart, she beautiful, and humble. She's nice to everyone, but stays close to her four bestfriends. There's only one thing, Liv doesn't love. She doesn't like opening up to many. But what happens whe...
