From Once To Always | ✓completed

fourteen

Macy's Pov-

I slowly lift my head and immediately slam it back down into the pillow due to the bright light that won't help the headache that I have. I bring my hands up to brush the hair away from my face when I notice that they are wrapped and that I am in my bed. Thankfully still wearing the same clothes from last night. Oh, yeah. Last night. I groan as I rub my hands on my face and I flip myself onto my back.

I roll my eyes and think back to what happened. I don't remember the small details but I do remember Charlie, that asshole, and I also remember the satisfaction I got when I punched him in the face. I mean, what did he expect me to do? Be all lovey-dovey after he cheated on me when we've been dating for four years? Yeah, definitely not.

I take a deep breath. I guess that I might as well go downstairs and try to be a civil human again. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, sitting up. First, I grab a huge green hoodie and a pair of black sweats. That outfit was not comfortable, especially if you've slept in it. Then, I go into the bathroom to change my hand wraps and to freshen up, taking a shower and such. I got dressed and then decided to venture downstairs.

I slowly walked down the stairs, taking my sweet time. Once I got downstairs, I didn't see anybody. I checked the living room and the kitchen and no one was to be seen. I shrugged it off and decided to be happy about it because I didn't want to talk to anyone anyways. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed an ice pack for my knuckles. If I take care of them then I can fight again when it comes time for my next opponent at the fight club. Because as much as I don't want to deal with an injury, I do want to be able to fight. While I was at it, I took a pain killer for my massive headache.

I go to walk back upstairs but I stop when I get there. I look at the many floors ahead of me that I would have to go up to go get back to my room. That is why I decided to go and lay on the couch instead. I quickly settle in and turn on Netflix before icing my knuckles. I watched a couple of episodes before I, once again, fell asleep.

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I woke up to a door slamming and my eyes immediately snapped open, becoming aware of who was walking in the house. "Macy! Come down here, we need to talk and we know you're awake," I hear Axel call from where I think is the kitchen. I don't answer. They'll figure out that I am already downstairs eventually. "Macy! I know that you can hear me," he calls out once again before walking into the living room. "Ah, there you are. I found her," he calls out to everyone else.

I covered my eyes, draping an arm over them. This is not helping my headache. I hear a few more footsteps before the yelling starts again. "Macy, what were you thinking?! You could've gotten hurt! Even more than you already are," My brother yelled at me.

"Calm your ass down before you talk to me. My head and I cannot deal with this right now," I said before shooing him off.

"Don't shoo me! I am your brother and I'm not going to let you off the hook for not taking care of yourself!" I stood up while he was yelling and got up in his face. That was the breaking point of my patience. At that moment, I was blinded by a four-course serving of bitter rage.

"You think that you can just tell me what to do because you're older than me? If you can then please, enlighten me. What should I have done? I couldn't just stand there and let people watch me as I cry my eyes out over some stupid boy that made me feel bad. Huh, what would you do? Because I am sure as hell was not going to let that happen. I went and I dealt with it in the best possible way. Would you rather have me stay at the club and drink away my sorrows 'til I an shitfaced and puking my guts out over a dirty toilet? Or would you rather me go home with some random dude and hook up with him? So, once again, please enlighten me. What would you have done," I say, spitting fire at this point, shoving him back with every harsh point I made. I sharpened my glare and shoved him one last time before turning around and making my way back upstairs, not giving him time to answer.

Usually, when it comes to my friends or my family I can contain my anger easily. The whole thing: seeing Charlie again, racing out of a club, being yelled at for something that I didn't even do. That was too much for me. I had reached my breaking point and, sadly, Axel was the one that came too close to the fire and got burned. 

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