Starting Over

31. Issues

We arrive home 20 minutes later. I'm the first one out of the car, unlocking the door and walking in. Everyone else follows and goes upstairs to have showers and recover from the hot sun.

When I get to my room, I lay on my bed and unlock my phone, click on Facebook and scroll through my friends. I start to remove all the people that I don't talk to anymore and the people I don't see either.

After five minutes I hear a knock at my bedroom door, I look up to see Emily standing there.

"Hey can I talk to you?" She asks. I think about it for a few seconds.

Should I bother or should I just hear her out?

"Yeah," I respond slowly sitting up in my bed. Emily walks in sitting on the day bed on the right side of my bedroom.

"I just wanted to apologise for what I said today, you know I didn't mean it to hurt you, I neve-"

"So, why say it, if you knew it would hurt me?" I ask.

"I didn't think you'd hear me,"

Is she serious right now?!

"That's your excuse, that you didn't think I'd hear you? I'm letting you stay here, im letting you eat, drink and sleep under my roof because you're meant to be my friend, you're meant to be my best friend. What the hell, Emily?" I put my hands up in frustration and slap them back on my legs.

"Ella, I'm sorry and I really mean it, I guess I'm just not used to this new you," she shrugs.

"You've got to be kidding me. This new me isn't new, this is the old me and you'd know that if you are a real friend but I guess you're not and for you to even question if I'm pregnant, shows it even more," I stand pointing my index finger at her.

"Ella this isn't you! You're not the same sarcastic person you used to be, you're just not you," now she's standing up.

"You bitch! What, did you enjoy seeing me suffer and lose my shit?!" I yell.

"You're the bitch! You are the one dragging your so called boyfriend down with your fucking issues!" She yells back.

I'm so furious to the point where I'm ready lay a hand on her.

"My issues?! My mother died and I was raped, Emily. I'm sorry there not as bad as yours, wait sorry, you don't have issues, you live a perfect life with no dead parents, you've got no problems having sex with your boyfriend who I'm surprised is still with you!"

"Yeah, well at least I'm not dumping all my shit on him like you are, I'm sure he has his own shit to deal with," she spits back.

I've had it. I raise my hand so fast to her face that she doesn't see it coming.

As soon as my hand leaves her face she pushes me back with both her hands, "What is wrong with you, Ella? You psychotic bitch!"

I catch my balance and push her back but before I lay my hands on her she grabs my arms pushing me back with so much force that I land on the floor, straight on my ass.

Jackson comes running in my room and helps me up.

I point out my bedroom door.

"Get the hell, out of my house." She stands there shocked. "Get out!" Jackson holds me back from lunging at her.

"Fine, but it won't be just me going. Miki won't stay she'll come with me," she snarks.

"Alright let's see," Jackson still has his arms around my waist, holding me back. I tap his arm to let go. He let's go and I walk out of my room and stop outside of it. "Miki! Come in my room," She comes rushing in.