My Model Boy

Suffocation

Dallas stood up from the bed walking towards me.

"No. Get out." I said turning and putting my hand up to him, "Please, just get out."

I massaged my temples in pain, I couldn't handle all of this right now.

"Chane-"

"Dallas, get out!" I yelled impatiently.

Paris started, "Chanel, he just wants to make sure-"

"No! I want him out!"

"Fine, okay, okay." He held his hands up trying to calm me down.

"No, Dallas it's fine, she's just-"

"No, Kalani! It's not fine! Please get out!" I hissed.

"It's fine, I'll just leave. It's okay." He said grabbing his jacket.

"Thank you," I mumbled with a sigh.

"I'll take him," Parker said as she stuffed her hands into her green and orange bomber jacket.

"No! I can... I've got it." Paris stuttered.

Parker stifled a laugh, "Sure I'll let the nervous wreck do it and get everyone caught."

Kalani pierced her eyes at Parker, "Now is not the time. Let her do it or don't. No need for unnecessary jokes."

"Whatever," Parker said as she waved Paris and Dallas on.

I stumbled over to my bed and laid down.

"Chanel... I'm sorry and uh, I hope you feel better..." Dallas whispered as him and Paris left the room.

I turned the other way and stared at the wall.

"Chanel, we didn't mean to offend you, we just- well we thought he was somewhat part of this and he just wanted to be there for you like us, ya know." Parker proclaimed.

"No, she's just needs stop being so damn self centered. Like, for fucks sake, Chani! You were stabbed! You didn't think your lovebird Dallas would be worried like the rest of us!? And don't even try to deny it we all know he likes you and that you like him, even Paris!"

I jumped up to look at Kalani taken back by what she'd said.

"Kalani fuck you, ok, I fucking get that people are worried, but you don't know what goes on between me and him, you don't know our fucking relationship. Look, I appreciate the fucking gesture but he is not what I need right now. So you stop worrying about your daily scoop that you get from watching other people's love lives and think about someone who's not your fucking self for once!" I gritted.

"Woah, ladies," Parker tried interjecting.

"Oh really? So now I'm the self centered one. So you're telling me that the way you fucking act around him and everything you do is for show!? And if so the fact that you're blatantly standing between him and Paris! Sounds pretty fucking self centered to me!"

I looked at her for a moment not knowing what to say.

"I don't like him. I don't do anything differently around him I don't know what you heard or saw but I'm not holding anyone back from a relationship either." I said passively.

"Oh ok, so you know the guy likes you, but you're just going to lead him on, huh? Why not let him know how you feel so you could at least give Paris a chance. You must like the feeling of someone chasing you. When you know, if it was Paris she would be trying everything in her power to give you happiness, even if it meant sabotaging her own."

I had nothing to say to that. She was right about Paris. She was right about everything. I don't know if I like Dallas or not, these past few days have been hectic and he was just there, of course I'm going to confide in and become attached to him. But Paris. She deserves to be done right by. If anything she deserves that. I should do it, I should just tell him. But I know if it comes down to it I wouldn't be able to and I don't know why.

"Please, leave." I murmured.

Kalani scoffed, "Oh, so now you're going to put us out after you've been exposed, you're too ashamed to admit to anything. Well, at least Parker heard everything."

I pulled my sheets completely over my head, feeling too overwhelmed to confront her or counterattack any accusations she has to say about me. She was supposed to be my best friend. My sister. The one who understands where I'm coming from and supports me while trying to help me out of the situation. Not the one coming at me about it. Is Parker still by my side? Or did Kalani take her too.

"Rest up, Chani." Parker said as she slowly kissed my head then walked out of the room closing the door behind her.

For the rest of the night I talked on the phone with my dad telling him everything.

Crying and laughing.

Wishing I was with him in this moment. Wishing he'd never left me here by myself.

"Hey, did you ever get that money I sent you?" He asked as he finished laughing.

"No, what money?"

"I sent you about $500, last time I talked with you I told you to look out for that mail."

"I never got it, maybe it didn't come through? I think someone would've told me if I got any mail." I brushed it off.

"Ah, it's alright. I'll just send you some more. Maybe I'll add a little more to it this time..."

"Dad, you wouldn't! $1000? I could get a car, I mean it wouldn't be all that but at least it's something!" I laughed.

"A car? No no no. I got your brothers their cars, I'll get you one too. Plus, a car would be more than that honey. This money is for you, like the mall and whatnot. Whatever you ladies do nowadays." He chuckled.

"Dad, you're not even old at all you're only in your early to mid 30's."

"Just turned 41, honey." He laughed at me. "Anyway, Chanel your father has work in the morning, it's pretty late and I am tired!" He emphasized as he laughed again.

I laughed as well, "Fine, dad, talk to you later, love you."

"I love you too, honey."

"Bye," I said.

"Bye."

As soon as I hung up I heard a creak outside of my door.

I snapped my head back and saw a shadow quickly evade from beneath my door.

My eyes widened and I shivered. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I laid there for a couple seconds trying to figure out what or who it could be that would pose no danger or threat to me.

I got up quickly but quietly and locked my door in a hurry grabbing my knife and pepper spray I had in my handbag hanging off of the door.

I crawled back into my bed and picked up my phone shaking.

I called Ethan but I got no answer.

I called my mother and I heard her phone ringing upstairs, as soon as her phone rung the figure shuffled past my door again making me take in a sharp deep breath and shake even more.

My head was hot and I trembled as my mom's phone continue to rang upstairs.

I sat there expectantly as the phone ring became silent.

My heart dropped and I became so fearful, I was by myself. With someone stalking outside of my door.

I slowly slid off of my bed as I dialed 911 tip toeing toward my door with my pepper spray and knife in hand and ready.

As I approached my door, my body grew cold and I became overwhelmed with intense fear giving me this urge to cry or run away.

I unlocked and opened my door desperately spraying everything in front of me and in sight, frantically spraying whoever and whatever. As I screamed hearing the distant voice of a dispatcher on the other end of the phone.

I heard a loud thumping and someone cried out. I got them. Just then I felt a pool of warmness on my stomach where my stitches were.