My Model Boy

Victims of Life

I stared at Ethan in disbelief.

"Chanel, it's not like that. You wouldn't understand." He started up the stairs.

"No! Ethan, I understand very clearly! That bitch hit you! And she put it all on you because no one would believe the girl is the abuser!" I harshly whispered.

"Chanel, no she's not a fucking abuser, okay? I told you, we got into a heated argument." He repeated himself.

"So if that's the case, tell me how it happened. Every fucking detail! Don't leave shit out! And dont beat around the bush about anything," I crossed my arms, "If what you're saying is the case, the least you can do is tell me." I stood there waiting.

He let it out a heavy sigh,"Chanel, can we not do this now?" I sat on the couch, "I'm not going anywhere until you speak up." I said sternly.

He stared at me for a while then walked over and sat in the chair across from me.

"I'm listening."

He sighed again, "I was just texting Ethan, we were talking about something, I can't remember. But she thought I was talking to my ex, we started arguing and she just started yelling. I don't know what I did but she just got really angry suddenly. She just, like, she picked up a little perfume bottle. It was small so, like, you know, it didn't hurt me. I-"

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed, "That's how you got that shit on your face!? She threw a fucking perfume bottle at your fucking face!?" I stood up shocked and angry.

"No, it's- it didn't hit my face. I blocked it, so she- it didn't hurt." He showed me his arm.

His skin was broken and was purple, I ached looking at it and it hurt my body that somebody could do things like this to another person with no remorse.

"I- Ethan, what- why?" I didn't know what to say to him. It hurted, disgusted, and infuriated me all at once and my body didn't know what feeling to express first which left me stuck.

"Chanel, it doesn't matter anymore, it didn't hurt me, so it shouldn't bother you." He looked at me as if he was telling me to stop feeling what I felt.

"... Finish telling me what happened before I lose my shit." I calmly said.

"There's no reason to. But anyways, yeah so that happened, and I don't know, after I moved my arm and looked up she was closer now just crying and screaming. I really didn't mean to hurt her. I shouldn't have texted Nathan, you know. That whole day would've went differently."

I scoffed and laughed to myself. Not because I found anything funny, but because I was trying to keep from becoming any more murderous.

"It's not funny, Chanel." I massaged my temples, "Please continue, Ethan." I said, agitated.

"What in the fucking world, Chanel." He mumbled to himself. "Anyways, I know now I shouldn't have touched her so she had the ri-"

"Don't tell me you fucking hit her, Ethan!" I yelled in disbelief.

"No! Fuck no! I just, I tried to hug her! She was crying! But I touched her without consent... She had every right to hit me..."

"That's when she hit you in the face?" This time I laughed out loud, "Ethan, I'm sorry, but are you fucking dumb!?"

He looked at me surprised, "What? Cha-"

"No! Ethan you never let anyone put their hands on you! Let alone blame yourself for that shit! So what the hell changed your mind!? You're so deeply in love that you let that bitch tell you different!? Is the pussy really that good!? Is it really worth your fucking life!?" I stood over him as he stayed seated. Tears formed in my eyes from complete absolute anger.

"Chanel! It's not fucking like that! Yes! I love her! I love her and I know she loves me too! That's why I know she wouldn't do anything to hurt me! She wasn't always like this, Chanel! She just has a lot going on! She didn't mean to do that to me, it's all in anger. People do rash things out of anger! We'll be back together and all of this will come to pass, so chill out!" I turned my face up in disgust.

"She's got to go. I'm getting her the fuck up out of your life. She turned you into a pathetic piece of shit. There was once a time when Ethan would slap the dog shit out of a guy if he spoke on his name wrong. You're not him."

"The fuck are you talking about!? I haven't changed! Chanel, I have a soft spot for you! You know why? Because I fucking love you!"

"Yeah, but would that stop you from hitting me back or telling mom when I hit you!? It didn't stop you from cussing me out whenever I did some shit to you!" The disgust on my face grew more and more apparent.

"This is different, Chanel. She's hurting. Like I said it's not hurting me so if I need to be her outlet then I will be." He said just above a whisper, as he got up going up the stairs.

"I will fucking kill that bitch. She hurt one of mines and I'm not going for it. That's one thing you don't fuck with. I hope you get the chance to kiss her goodbye..." I said staring at him as I felt a tear tickle down my face.

"Chanel. Stop. Sometimes you just gotta humble yourself." He walked up the stairs to his room. After I heard the door close, that's when it happened.

My body just reacted on it's own. I started throwing things I hadn't touched since my dad left. Anything I could break, I broke. My anger was too hard to control when it came to things like this. This sickened me, turned and twisted my stomach, it hurt my heart, made it feel a really bad pain.

I couldn't stay quiet with these feelings erupting, I yelled, I cried, I kicked, I punched. Anything to make me feel better for this moment, just until I could get my hands on that girl. How could she do that to my brother? All he did was loved and cared for her and she took advantage of his character.

I was so lost in myself that I didn't hear the footsteps approaching from the stairs.

I turned around and felt a brutal sting on my face. It happened so fast I didn't know I'd just been slapped.

My mom stood their with a snare on her face dressed down in a red satin mini dress, it was a cross back Halter dress with black pantyhose and clear heels.

"What is wrong witchu, dumb bitch?" She was drunk. "Gone all night and come back wid dis shit? I can't stand you fuckin' kids." She picked her purse up from the couch and headed towards the door.

She wasn't that drunk, probably a couple shots before going out, she wasn't tripping or falling.

"I thought you were getting married..." I mumbled holding my face.

"Who says I'm not?" She stops and turns looking at me.

"You look like a stripper, ma, please stop doing this..." I shook my head looking at the floor.

"Who da fuck are you? You look like a goddamn whore, don't tell me what I look like god-damnit!" She said walking out the door.

Is this how Nathan felt? Nathan knew when he was hurting though, he got sad and cried. My body doesn't know much about being sad except that it made me feel lesser than, so I turned it into anger which made me feel hostile and aggressive. Until I became numb and ignored my body crying out to me. But I wanted to feel numb again.

I pulled out my phone.

Me: Hey u still up

Dallas Flynn: Yea?

Me: Can I come over?