Getaway Car

Kinda Sorta Only A Little Bit Screwed

"Why don't you care?" I heard Isaac shout. Despite the shut door between us, I still felt the rush of fear-fueled adrenaline when he yelled. While I knew he would never physically harm me on purpose, I couldn't help but submit to the what ifs. "Open this door!"

"Isaac," I tried to mask the slight quiver in my voice. "Please, please calm down." I hear one last pound on the door before the silence crashed into me.

Whenever this happens, I always forget my purpose. When the quiet storm comes, I almost wish the screams would come back to ease my troubled conscience. Do I walk back out? Do I try to talk through the solid wood? I never could answer the question and usually end up waiting until he sighs and I hear the slight pitter-patter of his feet hitting the hardwood as he walked begrudgingly away.

No, I scolded. How about you grow a pair Maya, and go out there!

I swung the front door open before Isaac had a chance to leave. "Wait!" Part of me hated that, despite this disaster, I believed our relationship was salvageable. Another part of me dreaded our endless fights and longed for the sweet, innocent Isaac I had fallen in love with.

Isaac turned back at me and glared. "I....I do care," I muttered under my breath. He shook his head and walked away. "Isaac!" I yelled. He swiftly twisted around and stomped up to me.

"Don't talk to me, okay? You have done nothing but hurt me. I'm sick of you being so selfish about us and I don't deserve it!" With that, Isaac walked away, and this time, I didn't stop him.

I walked back to my front door. Isaac's words hung over me like a thick blanket. A couple months ago, when we first started fighting, I firmly believed that Isaac didn't mean all of the hurtful things he said. Now? I wasn't so sure. I sulked to my room and pulled my guitar off it's stand in the corner. This was my real true love. This was my escape. Nothing any man or woman did could change that. As I strummed along, I heard the alarm set on my phone for school.

Last night, Isaac had come over because he was "sick." I, knowing there were probably problems at his house again, let him stay the night. When he woke me up in the middle of the night to make him food, I shut him down. I said that we could just eat in the morning. He started shouting at me. He said he deserved someone better that me. He said he felt pity for anyone who had the unfortunate luck to meet me.

Then, he said he was sorry and that the "sickness" had gotten to his head. We went back to sleep for a few hours, until he woke up again and demanded the same thing. Somehow, our fight ended up on the front porch, and he walked away.

I got off my bed and hopped in the shower. My playlist was blaring as I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and grabbed my backpack. Normally, I would hate going to school after a fight, because I thought Isaac would be there. Now, after so many frequent arguements, I learned that Isaac has tendencies to cut class anyway.

I was in my junior year at South Ridge High in a nowhere town. Utah was probably the most bleak place on the planet and South Ridge High was no exception.

As I walked down the halls, I felt somebody grab my arm and push me against the wall. Issac looked down at me and pushed my hair behind my ear.

"I'm sorry about this morning," he whispered. He leaned in. I pushed him off and screamed.

"What the hell? You can't just walk in and try to kiss me after today!" I yelled.

"No but...we are dating right? I can kiss you."

"No," I breathed out. "No we aren't." The words even hurt me, but you know what? This is high school and high school is a hell within itself.

As I walked past him he grabbed me again and hoarsely whisper-shouted in my ear. "We aren't over. You can't leave that easily."

His grip on my arm tightened and I felt my body tense. I shut my eyes tight waiting for the inevitable. Suddenly, a voice called from down the hall.

"Hey man!" the voice yelled. "Don't grab her like that." He pushed Isaac's hand away from me and I slowly exhaled and opened my eyes. The boy looked down at me.

"Are you okay?" I nodded.

"Dude you can't do that" he said to Isaac. Isaac just rolled his eyes and shot me a nasty look.

Crap.

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