I'm In Love With A Rebel

Surprise

I rubbed my eyes and sighed. My whole being hurt. My head, my stomach, my thighs, everything was in pain. And I knew why. Mostly, it was my stupid menstrual cramps. I sipped my water slowly and pressed the heat pad over my stomach. I reached over to my Walkman and put my headphones over my ears. The only thing that helped my cramps was heat plus Frank Sinatra. Why, I do not know. But I wasn't about to question a method that worked. I closed my eyes and let the music and Sinatra's smooth vocals calm me.
Dooby dooby doo be dooby doo doo doo
I smiled at my very favorite part of the song Strangers In The Night. I loved listening to that song, and I knew Jesse liked it as well. I was glad to learn that he enjoyed Frank Sinatra as much as I do.
I reached over to my bedside table for more chocolate. But I had eaten it all; so I painfully got up and went over to my sister's room. I knocked before coming in. "Connie, I -ohh!!"
I couldn't believe my eyes as I stood, shocked, in the door way. I saw the last thing I ever-in-a-million-years expected to see. My favorite sister sucking face with my loving boyfriend. My lip quivered, and I slammed the door. I stormed to my room, and slammed the door so hard, pictures fell off the wall. I sat on my bed with my arms crossed, letting my angry and hurt tears fall. I flopped on my pillow, crying harder. I shifted to my side as it hurt to lie on my stomach.
"Becky! Open up!" Jesse said from the other side of the door.
"Go away!"
"Becky, please!"
"I said go away!"
"Becky, let us in!" Connie banged on my door.
"Go jump off a bridge!" I told my sister. "You, too, cheater!"
"Becky-"
"What did I tell you?!" I walked to my door, my tears threatening to inhibit my speech. "Go away! I don't want to see either of you ever again!"
"Come on, Becky! It was just a kiss!" Connie tried to reason.
"You know what, Connie? Screw you! And screw that cheater, too!" I stormed back to my bed, sobbing uncontrollably now. I ignored all their pleas and, suddenly, there was no more noise.
I was glad that they had shut up and left me alone. I looked around the room, noticing something felt dirty. My eyes drifted to a picture of my former boyfriend. That's it... I angrily took all the pictures of that cheater down and out of their frames. I crumpled them up, then tore them into teeny tiny pieces, and threw them away. Was that a little drastic? No way.
I tried to smile, convincing myself I had ridden of the ugliness in my room. But truthfully, I just felt really ugly.
I skipped dinner that night, and for the 18th night in a row, cried myself to sleep, but for a different reason....