Bitter-Sweet

Chapter 13: I don't like anyone

Lester on the left, Reed on the right

Amber POV:

It had been a stressful day of school as usual and I just wanted to go to bed and watch some shitty Netflix show. Once I got through the door, I was immediately greeted.

'Hello darling!' My mom smiled, kissing my forehead as she brought me in for a hug.

'Hey mom.' I sighed, making my way up the stairs to my room. Dumping my bags just inside, I looked at the closed door of my brother's room just next door. Knocking, I said, 'TJ, it's me.'

There was no response.

I rolled my eyes, thinking he was ignoring me again, I knocked harder, 'TJ! It's Amber can you please open the door?!'

Again, silence.

I slammed my palm against it pretty hard out of frustration before pulling desperately at the doorknob which of course didn't budge. Huffing, I took a bobby pin from my hair and inserted it into the lock, jiggling it around until it clicked. Pushing the door open, I peered in cautiously, he wasn't there. That was unusual for him, he's always shut up in here most of the time. Hesitantly, I stepped onto the plush light blue carpet of my brother's room, knowing I wasn't suppose to be there. He would kill me if he knew. My eyes observed the white painted walls that were lined with basketball posters and framed Vinyl records from famous bands. He had an entire white shelf full of albums that I had never even heard of which was located in the right corner of his room next to the window. His double bed was leant against the far left wall so that there was only one way to get in. He had a desk that was right in front of the window so the desk was pushed up to the wall just below the window sill. There was papers scattered all over it and several notebooks. I couldn't help but take a little peek. Lifting one of the papers up, I read the contents on the page, my eyes skimmed over the words quickly. Wait...is this?-

'What the fuck are you doing!' I heard a shout behind me that caused me to jump

'Jesus! Cough or something!' I said before realising it was TJ, 'Oh,'

Stomping over to me, he snatched the paper from my hand, 'I'll ask you again, what the actual fuck are you doing in here.'

Guilt drowned my heart as I pointed at the paper, 'Who is that about?'

He stared at me in disbelief, 'You're going to break into my room, invade my privacy and then interrogate me about my private life?'

I shrugged, not knowing what to say, 'Look, I think it's really great that you've found someone!'

He looked even more enraged, 'I haven't found someone! I don't like anyone! It was just some stupid shit I wrote!'

I smirked, 'That's not what it sounds like.'

'Get the fuck out of my room!' He yelled, pointing at the door.

'Don't use that language, especially to me!' I yelled back, refusing to leave, 'Tell me about him!'

Tears were visible in his eyes, 'I don't like ANYONE, ANYONE OK JUST SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!' He screamed, dashing towards the bathroom before I could call after him.

'TJ!' I shouted, leaving his room and starting to bang on the bathroom door, 'TJ!'

TJ POV:

I could hear my sister's shouts echoing through the door but I refused to answer her. How dare she. I don't like anyone! I don't like him! I don't like Cyrus! I just wrote a poem about him is all...she needs to mind her goddamn business and fuck off. Suddenly, I felt my arm begin to beg, scratching my nails harshly over the skin of my forearm I realised, 'Fuck.' I whispered, tears cascading down my face. I refused to give in as I managed to pull my nails away, I breathed. Amber eventually went away as she usually did leaving me alone in the bathroom, fearing for my life.
'S-Stop.' I whispered to myself, tears falling quickly, 'C-Cyrus will be u-upset.' My arms and brain wouldn't give up that easily as they tried to control me, 'N-n-no.' I sobbed, my nails somehow finding their way back to my skin as I scratched to find some relief. 'No, no, no.' I cried, scratching so hard it was hurting. But then that was what I wanted. I was close to giving in but I shook my head straight, 'Cyrus.' I breathed, inhaling and exhaling at the thought of that cute, dimpled, smiley boy. I even managed to smile as the very thought of him calmed me down. Looking down at my white streaked arms, I pushed down my sleeve, not today Satan. After a few minutes to calm myself down, I bolted through the landing and went into my room, locking the door behind me. I was still pretty scared of myself and didn't know what to do to stop me from doing something stupid. I thought of how Cyrus calmed me down. I'm going to call him. The phone was ringing and looked at myself in the big view of me on my phone since I was FaceTiming him. God I was so blotchy. As soon as he appeared on the screen more tears fell from my eyes, I was so happy to see him.