Like I mentioned in the past chapter, whenever this moment is brought up, I get very upset and need to vent out a lot of anger. No one will ever know how much it infuriates me to know that he did this thing to me. More so, what he said about me. Anyway, here's chapter 18.
It was during ASP and I was in a class with Illyanna and he happened to be in the same room, but he wasn't sitting with us. At some point, I went to the bathroom. It was raining outside and the feeling of the rain hitting my skin made me feel at peace. I took my time walking to the bathroom and walking back to class when I was done, which took no more than five or six minutes.
When I reached my class again and a minute or so passed by, I got a phone call from Ryan so I stepped outside the class and answered him. But when I answered, I was immediately yelled at and stunned as my brother proceeded to ask me where I was.
"I-I'm in ASP." I stutter out.
"Oh my God, I know your in ASP but where are you?! What room?!" Ryan shouts in a frustrated tone. I felt my heart ram into my chest and the air around me seemed to thicken.
"I-I'm in my ASP class, it's-"
"Where are you?!" Ryan shouts again, cutting me off and sending me into a small panic. I didn't understand why he was yelling at me. I didn't understand why Ryan called me in the first place and all I knew was that I needed to even out my breathing before I had a panic attack.
As Ryan was yelling at me, he came out of the classroom and gave me a small wave. I looked at his chin, not wanting to make eye contact, and gave a small nod. He went down a nearby ramp and headed off into the direction of the lunchroom; his abnormally tall frame making it plain for anyone to see him walking by.
"Where are you?!" Ryan shouts once more.
"R-Room N1! I'm right outside room N-N1!" I loudly claim as I look back at the large letter and number on the side of the building to make sure I'm not mistaken.
There was a small pause and I started to hear my heart beat thump in my ears. My breathing started to return back to normal after the silence between my brother and I continued to linger.
"Room N1? Wait...you're not in the bathroom?" Ryan spoke softly. There was another pause when I question Ryan's words. The bathroom?
"No, I'm outside of room N1. I mean, yeah, I was in the bathroom but that was a while ago and I was only gone for a couple of minutes. Why?"
"Stay away from ********" Ryan's tone was stern and I was almost taken aback at his statement. It was random and I knew from the beginning that I didn't want to speak to him, but it was strange for my brother to comment on it.
"What?"
"******** sent me a message on Instagram that you have been gone for hours and that everyone in ASP was looking for you. He said that you were found in the girl's bathroom, crying your eyes out and refusing to come out of the bathroom."
It was my turn to take a pause. I was staring wide eyed at the floor in disbelief. He just walked by me and was even in the same classroom as me. He saw that I was there in the room and he must have knew that I was only in the bathroom for a short time. How could he make up such a lie? Why would he text my brother something so outrageous and then wave at me as if he was a close friend to me?
He will never stop hurting me.
I told me brother that he was in the same class as me and that I have no idea why he would say such a thing, but all my brother had to say was, "Just don't talk to ********. Stay away from him and if he ever tries to do something like that again, tell me and I'll handle it."
I said I understood and after that, Ryan got angry at him on messages. Ryan was infuriated at what he said about me and how he caused him to panic and call me. Ryan wanted to make it clear to him that he needed to stop and not text him or me.
I was happy that my brother got mad at him. It made it easier for me to transfer some of my anger through him.
I made sure that he never talked to me again, but of course, it's impossible to know what the future holds.
(/ﾟДﾟ)/ *Frustrated screaming*
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The Devil's Trap
Non-FictionThis is not a story or a book about fictional events. Everything that I wrote in this is true. When I was a Sophomore, I was friends with a certain boy who became one of the people I hate the most. Everything he did to me, everything he said to me...
