The Locker Diary

Chapter 6 - The Ride Home

Emily POV

A part of me was in denial when I thought the stalker boy was kidding, when he said he was going to follow me home, side-by-side on the road, in his truck.  That thought quickly vanished as soon as I realized he was deadbeat serious.

Maybe I should have just climbed inside his truck and let him take me home. Any normal person would have just accepted, but then again, any normal person would have accepted the rejection and kept going on with their life. I guess were both strange and have some serious issues to resolve; him with his ego and me with trust.

Night quickly fell over this small town, which made it obvious winter was well on its way.  There were ups and downs to winter. I still can’t decide if I hate it more than I love it or the other way around. I guess I have a love and hate relationship with it. There’s no doubt that it is beautiful. The earth is covered with a white blanket of snow. The bald trees and white skies are breathtaking. You start to see everything beautiful.  My favorite is seeing house after house, with rooftops covered with white snow, and the smoke coming out from the chimneys. But like the saying goes, “looks are deceiving”. Winter captures your eyes with its beauty, but then backstabs you! The world turns cold and the sun doesn’t shine anymore, people become depressed. It eventually snows and that first snowflake enchants you and you’re reaction is to smile at such a beautiful sight, but then the flakes keep falling and before you realize it there’s a horrible blizzard that drives your father off the road into a ditch, which eventually leads to death.

Yup. That’s how my father died.

I could feel my eyes starting to water, but I forced them in. I didn’t want to cry in front of that jerk. I’ve never cried in front of anybody and I intend to keep it that way.  

I continued walking and felt like something was off. I guess I got so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice Stalker Boy had turned off his ignition.

I turned around, making my way towards his truck.

“I told you I’m not riding in your truck!” I yelled, rage hinted in every word. I was tired of his inflated ego. It needed to be turned some notches down. “I don’t understand why YOU can’t get it through that ego-maniac head of yours!”

I must’ve really ticked him off because he instantly got out of his truck and slammed his door abruptly. If I thought he was a murderer before, I have no doubt in mind now.

He stood before me, watching me in silence, for a few crucial minutes. Then, he unexpectedly raised his hand. I flinched waiting for his knuckles to come in contact with my rosy cheeks. His expression changed when he noticed my flinch and he began laughing.

“Did you honestly think I would hit a girl?” he asked, incredulously.

His face fell when he saw the answer written all over my face.

“I guess you would be confused, considering you resemble a guy more than the supposed gender you have written on your birth certificate,” he said with a bitter tone.

That jackass! I was seconds away from kicking him in the crotch and going all grand theft auto with his precious chevy truck.

“What the hell is you’re problem?” I asked, hurt and anger both evident in my voice.

I was already on the verge of tears; did he really have to act like such a jerk? As if I haven’t gotten enough crap over the years to deal with his shit.

“My problem?” he asked, sarcastically. “You’re the one assuming things, thinking that I’m such a heartless monster that I would actually hit a girl.”