Broken lovers

Chapter 3- sage

"Omg asher davids is a complete and udder douchebag"i say. "I am vanessa btw"she says. "And why did you invite that asshole"i ask as i walk in the door. "I don't know"vanessa says heading to the kitchen to grab a beer.  I look around for bea but in just a glance i can't find her.

I can't find bea. so this gonna suck. And i hate this god awful music. Why not play my chemical romance or fall out boy or any but basic white girl trash pop music.

And now asher is a staring at me through a godamn window. Fml. I swear why do i bother putting up with him.

"Sage"bea's preppy voice says. "Hi"i say. I swear i don't know how bea can so goddamn preepy all of the time like i would rather stick a fork in my eye than be a prep. "So did you meet vanessa"bea asks.

"Yeah asher was being asshole to her"i say. "Oh god"bea says less preppy. "Yeah"i say i quickly glance at the window.

Asher is trying to mouth something to me. "Hang on a sec"i say. I open the back door to a really nice porch. "What dingus"i say. "Finally i'd been trying to get your attention"asher says. "So,you can swoon me and get me to sleep with you, yeah, great plan"i say crossing my arms.

"I wasn't—"asher starts to say. "Oh please spare me the long ass explanation"i say heading back inside.

This douchebag i swear to god. Asher davids is nothing but a manwhore. I am not an idiot i don't fall for chiches or stupid romantic pickup lines.

"What did he want"bea asks. "I don't know nor i give a shit"i say. "And i think i'll leave"i say. "Okay"bea says. I head to the door. I was so done. And pissed off.

I get in my car and drive back home. I really had keep my rage down. Yeah when i get pissed. It's really bad. I've tried therapy and meds.

And i've told off a therapist and the meds did shit. My grams was scared i was going to hurt someone when i got so mad one time. I really try to control my anger. But i fail alot.

Honestly i should probably take up boxing. Or at least have a punching bag. I tried asking. Grams said maybe for my birthday.

I pull into the driveway. Trying not break something i breathe deeply so i don't scream at anyone. I walk in the house.

"Hey honey you're home early"grams says. "Yeah the party was lame"i say. "Oh dear"grams says. "Yeah"i say as my phone buzzes. "Oh my god what now"i say annoyed.

"Sage"grams says. "Sorry grams sorry it's bea she texted"i say.

"Language"grams scolds. "Sorry"i say. Yeah ya think i'd know better than to cuss in front my grams. Yeah well sometimes i have intellgence of a infant.

Bea: you okay?
Sage: yeah i am fine thank god 
Bea: yeah well Asher had no right to piss you off like that

Sage: yeah he's such jackass

Bea: preach anyways I am glad you're okay

Sage: thx

Bea: you're welcome

I head upstairs and put on more comfortable clothoes. I ditch my heels kicking them off. I wash my face and put my hair in a bun.

Sometimes i wish i could give my parents a piece of my mind. I had to go therapy because of them taking fucking meds because of them.

And now i am sad broken bitch with way too baggage and an attitude problem. I thought i could get through this.

But, the pain. A dumb shrink just prescribes a higher dosage of medicine. Which does shit. I still feel like crying and not getting out of bed.

I take my pills as much i don't want to. At least they prevented me from cutting. I did it once thank god grams stopped me.

I have a knife scars on my arm. I take off my skull chocker. And head to bed. I was going need some sleep.

When i hear a knock at door.