Her: The Liar and The Basketball Playa (Under Construction!!)

Chapter Nine: An Eye For An Eye....

Everest POV

I had done it. I had done the absolute worst thing I could have ever done. I opened my eyes slow hoping that I didn't see what I thought I would but of course I did. Chrysler slept soundly right next to me underneath his thick comforter. Also underneath it was both our naked bodies. "What have I done." I whispered aloud. He was gay (or so I thought) and I was a lesbian (Or so I was.) and we had gotten junks and fucked all our problems away. I felt safe with him and maybe thats because I was drunk and I was angry with Kieara.  I had used him. I was a terrible friend and I felt even worse for what I was about to do.  I looked over at the clock seeing it was 2 in the morning. I could feel the numbness fade and panick begin to set in as I quickly got out of bed and started to pick my clothes up off the floor. I slipped back in my dress and pulled my panties from under the bed slipping them on to. I pulled my tangled locks into a scrunchie and grabbed my phone and heels opening the door slowly and slipping out going down the steps and out the front door. I waited til I was a few block from the house before I hailed a Taxi. It took two yells for one to stop and I slipped in.

"Where to beautiful?" The grungy cab driver asked when I got in.

"3864 Ashby Drive." I said and he nodded and drove me home.

When I got home I went striaght to my room and crawled under my covers into a ball. My head was spinning with the thoughts and actions of yesterday I was fighting off. A knock came to my bedroom door and I knew exactly who it was. My mom shuffled in quietly.

"Everest? Are you ok its 3 in the morning?" She asked and I buried my head in the pillow.

"Yeah mama I'm fine." I said.

"How was the party? I didn't see Kieara's car." She asked. My eyes began to well up with tears but my back was turned to her so she couldn't see my face.

"I took a cab.It was f-fine." I said but my voice cracked.

"Evere-" My mom began but I cut her off.

"Momma please.....I just was sleep." I pleaded and she leaned down and kissed my head. I could tell she was worried but my mom knew when to leave me alone and I was greatful for that. I closed my eyes and I let everything rush to view and I cried myself to sleep.

I stayed in bed for three weeks not having the energy to do much else. Mom brought in food and water which I barely if ever touched. I had 300 unread text messages and 66 missed calls. My iphone buzzed and vibrated so much that I just turned it off. I knew that if I looked at the text they would be from her and I wasn't ready for that yet. Hurting wasn't like it was in the movies. I didn't sit in a chair for four months like Bella in Twilight. I didn't stare blankly or have bad dreams of the incident over and over or thought as little as possible cause I didn't want to think of her that's all Edward/Bella bullshit. I slept fine considering I did it for 98% of my days. I had lost my taste for food but still ate so my mom didn't worry. She had stopped giving me big dinner meals and started giving me soups and sandwhiches and for that I was thankful. As far as not thinking. I had no choice. I ran over the scene a million times till the sting was less and less now I didn't feel anything about it. Just another break up. When I had finally had enough of laying in my bed (3 weeks and 2 days later) I sat up kicking my feet over the side letting my warm bare feet touch the cold hard wood floor. I stretched my body cracking my back and I sighed. I looked at the clock and it was 2 in the afternoon. I stood and walked over to my window opening it letting the afternoon light in. I walked over to my clothes cubbies and pulled out my favoirte sweater that's two sizes too big, some legging, fluffy ankle socks, a bra and panties. I took a much needed shower and washed my hair. I got out and dried off dressing and put my hair in a wet bun. I passed the mirror and looked at my face. I was pale from lack of sun but the shower had put some pink back in my cheeks. I was starting to feel normal again. As I mozied out of my bathroom and back in the bedroom I looked at my phone picking it up and just looking at it judging my mental stability.  With a sigh I pressed and held the power button at the top and the apple popped up which gave me enough time to judge my mental state again but a amazing smell reached my nose and I fallowed it down to the kitchen. I peeked in and she was busy flipping a ham, pepperoni, and Cheddar grilled cheese sandwhich and adding basil to some tomato soup. I smiled remembering when she first mad this for me as a kid. I stepped in a little more as she added oster crackers to the soup and poured it into a bowl. She looked at me and a smile flashed on her face.