Explosions (Chapter four)

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Beep.. Beep.. Beep..

Was all I heard. "What the fuck.." I breathed aloud. I had so idea where I was. I could smell the strong sent of disinfected all around me and I wave of panic filled my body. I tried lifting my head up but due to the fact that I was unbelievably dizzy, I instantly fell back against the pillow. "Oh my god.." A familiar rang out. "Blakely!" I heard more than once voice announce, causing me to jump. The beeping became more constant and I realized where I was....

A hospital.

I sighed and looked down at my banged wrists and all the memories came flooding back.

Mike.

Carlie.

The name calling.

Me running home.

Finding a blade.

Music.

Cutting.

My door flying open.

I sighed again as a nurse came rushing in. "Well, look who's up." She said in a very cheerful tone that made me cringe. The girls must've noticed because I could hear them snickering, which caused me to break out in a laugh. "How long have I been out?" I asked the nurse. "A few hours." She said. "The cuts may have been deep, but nothing too too severe." I nodded, already knowing that. I was mixed with a feeling of disappointment and relief all at once. "When can I leave?" I asked bluntly. "As soon as the doctor give the 'ok', you'll be free. We just have some papers for you to sign." I nodded and she said that she'd return.

I sighed and was bombarded by question. The "why?" being the most asked. I sighed. "As Mike." I said, venom dropping in my tone. I heard him clear his throat but didn't bother turning my head. I didn't even wanna see the disgusting prick. I hated him. "Alrighty," the nurse said, coming back. I signed all the forms and we passed off Candi as being my older sister - she was 18 - & the doctor allowed me to go free.

I changed and smiled at what they had brought me:

My dark blue jean shirts.

A red/pink beanie.

My blue Fall Out Boy tank.

My black leather jacket - the one with three quarter sleeves.

And my red converse.

I walked out and Ember grabbed my hand. We left the hospital and instantly, he started to apologize. I held my hand up but the bastard kept rambling. "Just.. Shut the fuck up!" I hissed. "I don't wanna fucking hear it! I don't care, you got that! I don't care what you think you caused, I don't care if you're sorry for kissing me. I. Don't. Care." I yelled in his face. "Just leave! Go back to that little girlfriend of yours and stay the fuck out of my face." I seethed and got into the car with Candi. "Damn baby. You really exploded." I shrugged. Regret started sinking in but it quickly washed away. He had hurt me. He had lead me on. He was like any other asshole. Only this time.. He was a cute Mexican boy with charm and Witt.

I sighed at the thought.

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I was walking through the halls on Tuesday when I was grabbed from behind. I was pissed. I was upset. I was already fucking late to class. I went to scream but of course, just like in a scary movie, a hand covered my mouth. I looked around and saw nothing but darkness. "What the fuck?!" I finally hissed. "Shut up! You'll get us caught!" A familiar voice hissed back.

Oooh fuck no! I thought to myself.

"What the hell do you want! I thought I told you to stay the fuck out of my face!" I yelled, not carrying who heard. I grabbed the handle on the closet door and barged out. I got my shit out of my locker and went to class.

All day, I was extra careful to avoid Mike. "Oh look! It's cutter girl." A familiar voice snarled from behind me. I sighed and turned around to be greeted by Carlie. "Stuff it, bitch. I'm not in the mood to deal with you or your classic clique of wanna be Iggy's." I hissed. "What the fuck did you just call us?" By them a whole crowd of people had surrounded us. Of course my girls - accompanied with the boys, even Mike had been there. I rolled my eyes. "Did i fucking stutter?" I said.

"Listen here you Irish Bi..."

"No!" I cut her off. "Listen here, you American slut. Go back to choking on dick, got it. I don't have time to deal with blonde bimbos with fake tits. And even if I did, I still wouldn't waste my time or energy on your disgusting ass." And with that, I walked off. The I left everyone in a shock, including Candi & Ember. I wasn't in the mood to deal with assholes. I sighed and made it outside.

I was greeted by Ember and Candi. "Nice performance." I laughed. "Thanks, dear." I'm not sure what happened, but I just didn't give a fuck. Not like I ever did, but yenno. I sighed and we got into the car. "The boys are coming over tonight.." Candi chimed. I took a deep breath. "Oooh joy." I said, annoyed already.

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