Never Kiss And Tell.

Never Kiss And Tell - 6

sorry for being all m.i.a. and shit... 

Chapter 6

                I rubbed my hands down my face, wanting so badly to be able to disappear into a dark hole and never come back. I was fighting the urge to sigh, pull my hair out, and scream at the top of my lungs. I really wanted to bang my head against the table, too, but I seriously needed all of the brain cells I could get.

                “We thought you were understanding. Like you were maturing,” my mother tried to reason with me, pacing back and forth in the dining room.

                Honestly woman, shut the hell up and leave me alone!

                “Do we need to get you a babysitter or something?” My mother inquired, her hip cocked to the side and a delicate hand placed on it. She looked anything but delicate in that moment, though. Her face, as always, was red with fury and if this were a cartoon, she would have steam coming out of her ears and fire coming out of her mouth.

                I couldn’t help the giggle that left my lips.

                That only pissed my mom off even more, though.

                “What in the hell is so damn funny?” She screamed in my face, planting her hands on the table and leaning towards me.

                I wasn’t about to beat the bush. I was already grounded, so fuck it, I’d tell her how I felt.

                “Well for starters, I have no fucking clue what you’re saying because I’m too bored to listen, and second, you face right now reminds me of an angry person in a cartoon that breathes fire and has steam coming out of their ears. It’s really funny to picture,” I informed her, still laughing slightly as she gotten even redder and her anger rose.

                She was absolutely livid.

                “Go to your room!” She yelled at me, pointing to the stairs as her breathing spread up from the anger flowing through her veins.

                Finally! She thought sending me to my room was punishment, but it was actually saving me. I had really not listened to anything she had said, because I was way too tired and my hangover had come back full force after I didn’t need to panic anymore.

                As I trudged up the stairs, I noticed the still-lingering feeling in my gut that I had done something wrong. I had, though. I wasn’t sure that the guilt would ever go away. Even if I told Caroline.

                Shake it off, Ariella! I told myself, falling back onto my bed with a sigh.

                I wanted to pull my hair out of my head. It was so frustrating to want to tell my best friend and yet not to at the same time. I wasn’t used to this kind of thing. I was more of a no-strings-attached kind of girl. Why did this have to ruin it?

                I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do about anything anymore, though. It wasn’t that big of a deal was it?

                Of course it was, I was being totally hypocritical about everything and Caroline would definitely point that out. Not to mention that fact that I was being a backstabbing bitch to her by not telling her, and for doing it in the first place! Somebody give me the worst best friend award, because I deserved it.

                I was even being selfish about my reasoning for not wanting to tell Caroline. It wasn’t that I wanted to save her feelings, but it was because I didn’t want to be called a hypocrite. Me, me, me. Maybe my mom was right. Maybe I did think that everything had to be about me.