Black Combat Boots

Chapter Seven

I stare awestruck at the living Sally. She's alive.

I back away slowly from the lying demon.

"Dylan, let me explain.." She starts.

"No. Let me explain. While I was growing up 'with you' you were never around. I've been making my own meals since I moved in. You took me in because my parents died, but I still ended up raising myself. I may have been fifteen but that's still young! So you may still be breathing, but. You. Are. Dead. To. Me." I turn on my heel and storm off. Tears of sadness and angry run slowly down my face.

I walk into the mansion, crying, for the second time this week.

I change into a black sports bra, black running shorts and a sheer white muscle tank. I slip on my black Nike running shoes and throw my hair into a ponytail.

Then I go for a run.

I ran three miles. Well I ran one mile to a park took a break. Then ran back to the mansion. Took a longer break. Ran back to the park.

Now I'm at the park, again. I sit on an empty swing, pushing my legs hard so that I'm going high.

"Hey, Dylan." I look a the swing next to me and see Sam.

"Hi," I sigh.

"Heard you've been ignoring Luke. And came in crying, twice this week. One time was today. Is everything okay?" He looks worriedly at me.

My unbreakable wall flies up. "Everything's fine. See you later." I jump off the swing and run home.

I walk into the mansion, quietly walking up to my room.

"Minty!" Luke exclaims. He's right at the top of the stairs.

I glare at him.

"Dylan, we need to talk." He says slowly.

"No. We don't, actually. We don't ever need to talk. You just want to. And you know what. I've decided to stop putting others wants before mine. Because every time I do that, I get hurt. So no we don't need to talk. Not just because I'm mad at you, by the way. I don't want to talk to anyone. And that should be okay, for me to not talk to anyone. But for some reason I just fricking can't not talk without hurting someone! That's not fair. But life isn't fair is it. So I'm done trying to be 'fair' to everyone. The only person I need to be fair to is myself. And what I've been doing is not fair to myself. But not talking to you, that's fair." I snap, Luke just stares at me as I push past him walking to my room.

For the rest of the day I just stay locked my room. But at like 8ish Jay texts me that there's a party at some rich kids house that I should go to. I was about to say no but changed my mind.

That's why I'm getting all dressed up. I picked a black dress that's skin tight. I straighten my hair leaving it down. I put on winged eyeliner and bold, bright red lipstick.

I grab my JanSport, put black pumps in it, go out to my balcony and climb down the flower wall thing. I get in my pickup and drive to the address Jay sent me.

I parallel park on the side of the road, a ways down from the house. I take my key out of the ignition, putting them in my JanSport. I take my pumps out, slipping them on my feet. I put my JanSport backpack under the front seat. I get out, locking the door. I have a one of those number codes on the door so I can type in a code to unlock the doors.

I walk to the house, plastic red cups litter the yard, along with some drunks or making out couples. I could hear the music from inside my car. I walk inside, almost choking on the stuffy air. There's people everywhere. On the stairs so are making out. Or dancing on a 'dance floor'. I walk into the kitchen, which is filled with more sober people. They're still a little drunk but not as drunk.

I grab a beer, open it but don't drink it. This way people won't offer me a drink and they're too drunk to notice that I'm not sipping it.

"Dddyylllaaannnn!!" I hear someone slur.

I turn and see a very, very drunk Luke. "Oh god." I mumble.

"Can we danceee???" He stumbles as he walks up to me. Throwing his arm over my shoulder, he tries to lead me to the dance floor but keeps running into walls.

"Sorry, misterrr." He pats the wall he just ran into.

We get to the dance floor and he starts dancing to the music. Eventually I lose him in the crowd. I walk out back to get some air. I sit in a lawn chair and rest. It's really stuffy in there, I couldn't breathe.

I get up and go inside. I lean against a wall and watch the drunk dancers rock out to the ear bursting music.

I see a couple making out in a corner and roll my eyes. Ew.

But they break apart, for air I assume, and I get a glimpse of the guy before they go back down. It's Luke. For some reason my stomach knots up.

I shake my head and decide its time to leave. The party was a bust anyway, it sucks being the 'designated driver' but obviously I'm stuck with that job.

"Wow the nerd left the library. And looks pretty hot." A jock says grabbing my arm trying to get me to dance.

"Sorry but I'm not a nerd." I roll my eyes.

"Bet this is your first party." He smirks.

"Wrong." I mumble looking down. I push past him with more force then necessary but whatever.

I get in my car and realize I stayed for a lot longer then I thought. It's 1AM, guess I fell asleep on that chair. I mean I got there at 10 because of my makeup and getting ready but still that's three hours.

I drive to the mansion, remembering that I left a very, very drunk Luke there. Oops? I smirk at the thought.

Wow I'm a bitch.

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Authors Note

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