Keeping the Bad Boy

Chapter 40

I got out of the hospital the next day. I took Courtney home and quickly left before her parents could come yell at me. I went home this time and not to Ryder's apartment. Courtney called Ryder and had him get my motorcycle and a change of clothes because mine still hadn't dried. It was nice to slip into a clean pair of jeans and a pair of converse. He brought me a "Good Charlotte" t-shirt and a hoodie. Courtney kissed me goodbye and when I got home, there wasn't anyone there which wasn't a surprise. I climb the stairs to my bedroom and throw my door open. I take a deep breath and asses the damage. Before I had left and went to Ryder's, I threw a fit and potentially destroyed everything in my room which I greatly regretted right now because I had to put it back together. I don't know how Ryder found clean clothes and a pair of matching shoes in this mess. My mattress was flipped over, clothes were strewn all over everything, every book was torn from the shelf, and my violin was nowhere to be seen. I panicked, knowing that I had to find it. I think as hard as I can, trying to remember what I did with it. I remember picking it up viciously by the neck and violently plucking each string. I remember lifting the bow and putting it to the strings, making the violin screech and cry with pain. I remember tossing it somewhere. Dear Lord, I threw it somewhere. I start searching frantically for it amongst the clothes and other items. I feel something hard in a pile of shirts and fumble through them. I lift the bow, unharmed by some miracle. I take a step forward on my knees and hear the splitting of wood beneath it. I close my eyes tight and take a deep breath and look down after I raise the pants covering the damage. When I open my eyes, I see a shattered popsicle stick house that my baby step cousin made me a few years back. I toss the shattered sticks across the room and hear the thump of solid against metal strings. I perk up and search for where it landed. I creep my way toward it and see the gleam of the shiny wood under a "Panic!At the Disco" shirt. I pick it up and hold it to my chest, thankful I didn't destroy at least one thing I loved