My Model Boy

Curve ball?

"Excuse me?"

Angel stared at me with her hands across her petite chest.

"No, excuse the fuck out of me. Ethan you brought this bitch here knowing what I told you last night."

"Chanel stop, get out." Ethan urged me, "What is your problem?" Angel started looking at me confusedly.

I was pretty sure he knew where this was about to go. It was too late for that though.

"You put your hands on my fucking brother and now I have nothing else to say to you." I ran up to her and just started throwing punches.

She grabbed my hair and it hurt like a bitch I didn't grab her I just kept swinging like it was a second nature.

My mind was kind of blank and it happened so fast, I just was swinging non-stop and so was Angel but she was scratching me and grabbing me.

I heard Ethan yelling for us to stop and then I felt myself get yanked away.

I was still swinging and kicking because she had my hair but I just got even more angrier that she wouldn't let go of me and someone was pulling me away.

I wiggled out of their grasp and jumped on her.

I remember all I kept saying was bitch. With every hit that word came out of my mouth with so much aggression.

Next thing I knew I was grabbed from off of her but as they grabbed me I was stomping, I'm not sure if I stomped her or not.

I looked up and Ethan was checking Angel who was sitting in the floor holding her face.

"Chanel, what happened!?" I turned around and Nathan was holding my arm. I snatched my arm from his grasp.

"Woah, woah!" He yelled grabbing me again. Ethan was looking up at me with his hand up to stop me, "I'm not going to fucking touch her! Move! I'm trying to get out, damn."

I pushed past Nathan hearing Angel, "What the fuck is wrong with her?! She's a fucking lunatic! She just attacked me!"

"You know what you did you scary ass bitch!" I yelled slamming my door.

I heard her in the room crying and yelling. I sat there taking a breather and fixing my hair, her pulling and grabbing got it all tangled and poofy.

I had a few scratches on my forearms and two on my forehead by my hairline.

"This bitch done messed my face up..." I said to myself. I struggled with keeping my face clear and it was just starting to clear up, no dark spots, pimples, or acne.

I heard yelling in the room and someone trying to get inside of my room.

"I didn't do shit your sister is just fucking crazy!" I heard Angel violently scream, "Come the fuck out!"

I ran to my door unlocked it and opened it up, Angel was in front of my door but her back was towards me and she was screaming in Nathan's face.

"Get the fuck away from my brother you abusive bitch!" I grabbed her and was about to swing.

"Chanel! She gotta knife!" I heard Ethan yell before I felt a jolt in my gut.

I froze not knowing what it was but hoping it wasn't what I thought it was. I looked at Angel then at Nathan then down where I felt the sharp pain.

"What..." A pink pocket knife stuck out from my stomach dead in the middle.

"Did she just- YOU FUCKING STABBED HER!?" I heard someone yell.

I saw blood forming around the puncture and staining my shirt.

I felt myself fall but was caught by someone just as I blacked out.

--

I woke up looking around me in an unfamiliar place. It was dark and I couldn't see where I was. I could only guess it was the hospital. I tried sitting up but then an excruciating pain hit me from my stomach and I remembered what happened.

"Ow..." I groaned.

"Chani?" I turned my head to see where the voice was coming from.

Ethan was sitting in the chair looking at me expectantly. His face was tear stained but I didn't see any tears.

"Ethan? What happened? I- I blacked out after-" He grabbed me and hugged me.

"Fuck. I'm so sorry, Chanel. This was my fault." He said in a low calm voice.

I lay there still in pain from the wound, "No, this was my fault. I should've listened to you instead of trying to be a big sister that I'm not." I admitted.

"You know, I thought I was crazy with my anger issues and whatnot, look at this shit." I laughed painfully.

He laughed but then sighed, "I never felt that scary feeling of losing a close loved one until I saw you laying in this bed, tubes and IV cords." He said shrugging his shoulders.

"Chani, I remembered what you said about me changing. It's not that I changed, it's that I can't change. I can't bring myself to leave her. I can't tell myself to stop loving people who hurt me because I was once the abuser. Only difference was I never touched her, and that was the problem." He paused for a second as if to remember something as I listened to him.

"You don't know her, but my ex, her name was Senia. I used her... I didn't love her like I was supposed to. That's why you wouldn't remember her, because I never brought her home. I slept around like a dog. But everytime something happened to me she was there. When dad left she was there. But when she was going through something I would just have sex with her hoping that'd made her better and then dismissed her." I didn't understand where he was going with this but I let him finish.

"She kept coming back though, Chani I didn't know why but she kept coming back. But it was because she loved me, and I only know that now because I'm in her position now. Well, she... She committed suicide and I couldn't live with myself. She was my girlfriend, okay, not a girl I messed with or fucked time to time. No, she was my girlfriend and yet I treated her nothing like it. I disrespected her, and she died without ever hearing an 'i love you' from me, never feeling a touch that made her know that I loved her. Nothing. All because I was scared of being hurt, but in the end I hurt myself more than she could've ever hurt me."

He paused as I felt tears falling from my eyes.

"So to me, it didn't matter how much Angel hurt me, what she did or how she did it. It was never enough to compensate what I did to Senia. I loved Angel and I know not everyone expresses their love the same, but I would never leave Angel's side or hurt her knowing that she could end up like me or Senia. I didn't want to repeat history, Chanel, but I'm sorry. That's still no excuse."

"I'm sorry..." I said in a broken whisper.

"No, no matter what I tried someone still ended up hurt. This time I'm not going to watch you suffer, Chanel, so I left Angel but with a little bit of help." He looked up at me.

"What do you mean 'help'?" I questioned confused.

"Angel was arrested, but so was Nathan." He said looking down into his lap.

"What!?" I said sitting up forgetting about my wound again. "Fuck!" I laid back down slowly holding my stomach, "Nathan!? Why!?"

"He beat Angel." He solemnly said.