maybe i was too hard on him. maybe he deserved it. maybe... i dont know
I wish I could just run into his arms and we magically become best friends again. I missed him so much but I know things will never be the same. He done wrong by me now he has to face the consequences.
"ARELLA!" I heard my mom call me. Why th she screaming?
"M'am?"
"Why the hell these dishes not clean?" She said with her hands on her hips and her eyes fueled with fiery.
"I don't know. Greg must have put those there" I said shrugging. She narrowed her eyes at me.
"Girl don't be putting shit on my husband ! You did this shit witcho trifflin ass" she yelled at me. I looked at Greg and he's just sitting there. Watching. Freaking weirdo. I turned back to my mother who's was still yelling like it ain't no tomorrow.
"Ma! I did not make this mess" I said getting semi-loud because she never believe me when I say u don't be doing nothing.
"Who tf you think you talking to !?" She was now in my face and screaming. I'm trying so hard to keep my composure but as the seconds go by.. so does my temper.
"I'm not cleaning the mess I didn't make" I said sternly. What happened next caught me off guard.
SMACK
The stinging sensation. The pain in my left cheek. The tears that ran down my face on impact. Last but not least ... the hurt that I felt
"You do not tell me what you gone do and what you not gone do, when I say do something YOU fucking do it bitch!!" She screamed at me before she walked away and left me in my tears. I silently made my way to the sink and started washing the dishes.
As I was washing the fruit bowl I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders making me jump.
"You know you should listen to your mother" I rolled my eyes and shrugged his hands off of me.
"I do listen to her. You know you made this mess" I said turning around looking at him dead in his eyes. Unfortunately, my death glare seem to have no affect on him. He closed the space, that was already nonexistent, between us. I tried to push him off of me but that only caused him to grab my hands.
"Watch who you talking to lil girl or ima have to shut that pretty little mouth of yours" he said in soft enough voice so my mother won't hear. Freaking creep.
"Get the fuck out of me" I said through gritted teeth still trying to break free from him. All of a sudden he grabs me by my throat, nails digging into my skin.
"Didn't I say watch who tf you talking to bitch ?" He roughly whispered into my ear. I'm trying my hardest to break free but nothing seems to work. Then.. he turnt me around so he was pressing against my backside. I stood stiff as a board as I began to realize he was touching my butt, then he grabbed it and slowly start to massage my butt.
"GET OFF O-" his hand covered my mouth before I can even continue to scream.
"Ah ah ah. You don't want yo mama to hear and get mad ... do you ?" He said in my ear softly and aggressively.
I started to panic. He is too strong for me to push him off. He has a tight grip on my hands. There's no way I'm getting out of this unharmed.
Unless
I head bud him.
I cocked my head down as much as I could and with force quickly brought my head back and hit him in the face.
"Ahhh!" He groaned in absolute pain as stumbled and fell back holding his now bleeding nose. I took that advantage and took off running out the house.
I ran. I ran as fast as I possibly could. I don't know where I'm going but that's not going to stop me from getting as far away from that place as possible. Before I completely gave up on running I realized where I was and used the rest of my strength to run to that place.
Lover's Bridge
I felt tears coming back. This is the same place me and Justin came to when we wanted to get away from our lives at home. We would sit here and just talk about everything we could think of. We talked about our families before they turned into evil people, we talked about the things we wanted in life, we talked about our futures, and we talked about us still being bestfriends in the future even though I wanted to be more than friends I didn't want to cross any boundaries with him. Good thing we ain't friends anymore.. right ?
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I stepped over the ledge of the bridge and just stood there thinking. I wonder how my mom would feel if I killed myself? She wouldn't care, she never cared.
What about Justin?
He made it crystal clear that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. Can you blame him thou? I'm a nobody and who wants to be seen with a nobody. I just wish someone could see me as the person I am. I am a damaged soul that's still willing to give you my all and last. But nobody will get to see that.
One step
Just one step is all it takes for me be gone in a blink of an eye. As I put one foot forward I felt someone grab my arm, scared of who it may have been, I turned around slowly with terror sitting high on my features.
