I never really understood why Xena, my best friend of two years, wouldn't just call the police on her abusive boyfriend? I never asked why. Should I? Maybe she doesn't want to talk about it? I mean she never really was a big fan of talking about it. I sighed and finished making up our lemonade before going outside. "What if he comes back?" Xena said, with worry in her eyes. She'd ask this question daily...and I never got tired of it. I want her to know she is safe here...
"He won't, you're safe here" I said stroking her hair. She had soft, brown hair, and she knows how much I love to play with it. When we were little, I'd always braid it into little pigtail braids. I miss doing that.
She rummaged through her purse a little before bringing out her pack of cigarettes. She soon lit one, and inhaled till she couldn't anymore, then let out this big smoke ball. I shook my head. "Don't smoke so much Xena!" I said. I've said this so much to her before. I try not to, but I just can't handle seeing her like this. Having drinking and smoking just...CONTROL her....
She took the cig out of her mouth and stepped on it before giving me a dirty look.
"Don't catch an attitude with me...you should be grateful you're even staying here instead of being with your mom or somewhere else!" I stated. She knew I was right. And she hates it when I am. She closed her eyes and sighed. "And you shouldn't let things like...drinking and smoking control you" I added. She threw her hands up. "What else am I suppose to do?! Go to Disney world and eat ice cream, admire all the bushes that they made into little Disney characters?!". That would be a good idea...I mean she doesn't do anything but, smoke, drink, sit in my room, and hang out with me. She needs to get out...but maybe she's scared to?
"Maybe you SHOULD do that, instead of sitting in my room on my bed thinking about god knows what, have some joy in your life!" I commented, taking my lemonade glass and taking a big sip.
"My thoughts ARE my joy..." I heard her mumble. I looked up at her. What is she talking about? How is thinking...having joy?
"What do you even think about?" I asked titling my head to the side. She looked surprised about what I said. Did I say something wrong?
"Well..." she started. I sat and waited. Maybe this was hard for her...sharing what's on her mind.
"Well...I think about why he abused me...and the joy part is convincing myself that all men aren't bad..." she said looking down and shaking her head. How is that joy? That would make me sad...I raised my eyebrows. "Thats where you're wrong honey...a lot of men are bad...they make you feel so special...then they leave you broken-hearted. Hurt. Crying at 3am. And you wishing you never even met them..." I said shaking my head. That sounded just like josh...and what he did. He left me broken hearted. And hurt, crying at 3am and I'm still regretting even meeting him...
Silence fled through out.
"I'm sorry...just thinking things..." I said, my eyes sad. She patted my hand. "No, it's ok...".
Our moment broke when I heard my dog, Hank, barking at the door. Dad! I thought.
"That must be dad" I said chuckling. "Always coming in loud!" Xena added. I laughed, her laugh followed. "How was work dad?" I asked hugging him. "Does pineapple and pizza go together?" I made a face and so did Xena. "No! That would taste awful" Xena answered. "And that's how my day was at work" he said chuckling. I loved my dad. He's always so joyful even if he has the worst days. I never knew how he did it. He set his bags down and went over to Xena. " how's my other girl" he asked smiling. Xena smiled back. I could tell she liked having those questions asked. It made her feel like people cared about her. "I'm doing better Mr. Keller" Xena said. "Thats good to hear" he said pressing his forehead against hers. He went over and kissed me before settlement down to watch the daily news. Everyone ask from time to time if I get jealous of Xena's and my dads relationship. No, but sometimes.
"girls! Come help me in the kitchen!" My mom shouted. I looked over at Xena and shrugged my shoulders. We ran to the kitchen wondering what she needed.
"Can you pass me the whisk" she demanded. She was standing right next to it. Some days I worry about this women. I grunted then went over and handed her the whisk, giving her a 'really?' Look afterwords. I heard Xena give out a little laugh. Looking over at her, I let one out to. Soon the room was filled with laughter from me and Xena. My mom looked at us like we were crazy. "Now, now, what so funny? Do I have powder on my nose?" She asked feeling her nose.
Xena and I walked out of the room laughing without saying a word.
"Could you pass me the salad dear" said mom, holding out her hand. Xena picked up the salad bowl and passed it to me, who I passed it to dad who passed it to mom. After finally getting food on our plates. It was time to pray. Xena and I folded our hands. And so did mom and dad. "Who wants to pray tonight?" Asked dad. Moms eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. At the corner of my eye I could see Xena's eyes get wide. She and I knew what was about to go down. "Let me!" Mom said excitedly. We all bowed our heads.
"God BLESS America" mom shouted. Oh. My. Gosh. Here we go again. I thought with my eyes popping open. So did Xena's. I tired not to laugh and Xena smirked. She new how my mom was about her prayers.
"Thank you lord for blessing us today with the food I made" she said happily. "God BLESS America" she cried out again. "Thank you for guiding Xena in your was through this hard time, and thank you for guiding my husband". Ok, this was a lot calmer then all her other prayers. Weird.
"And lord I do not know what my little butterfly means when she says she has tea to spill, please help me understand what that means!". I sighed and chuckled. She will understand one day! "And please guide her in your ways too" she said. "AMEN!" She said throwing up her hands. Xena and I looked up, our eyes a little wide. My goodness.
"Amen" the rest of us said.
After a lovely dinner. Xena and I helped mom clean up. Then we headed upstairs to my room.
a moment of silence.
"Don't you ever think about dating again?" I asked. She turned around. "Why the hell would I do that?!" She said, taking her shirt off. I bit my lip. My gosh, shes so pretty. Her long brown hair hit her back. No, I don't like her. I'm just admiring her...that's all. I leaned back in the bed. "I don't know...it just seems like...you want to date again, it you're scared to". She turned back around. "No shit Sherlock" she said rolling her eyes. I had hope for her...
I hope she dates again...
And i hope that I'm the one she chooses....
(Authors note)
What we thinking?
Do you think Arelin has a crush on Xena? Or maybe she think she does. But doesn't?
Next chapter will be The beginning, the boyfriend parts
Hope you enjoyed!
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Room 257
Horror⭕️WARNING⭕️ this story contains gruesome content, a hint of sexual content, language, and scary content and some violence . So, if you get scared easily, don't like cussing, gruesome things or violence and or smoking and drinking (I forgot to mentio...
