I still think you're beautiful, and I don't ever want to lose my bestfriend.
A very merry Christmas.
I woke up with a huge smile on my face. Vic's arms were wrapped around me, our legs intertwined. Something about today was different, I just had a very happy feeling for some reason. I laid in bed, waiting for Vic to wake up, just thinking to myself. I didn't want to move or wake him, because I was comfortable; I felt safe.
The night before, Vic and I ended up leaving because my parents locked themselves in their room. We went back to my house and packed some of my stuff and brought it back to his house. Soon after that we both passed out, we were pretty exhausted.
I unwrapped our legs and rolled over to grab my phone off the nightstand by his bed. I squinted as the light shone directly in my eyes, I wasn't fully awake still. It was only 7:30. I sighed and turned over so the light was facing away from Vic's face. I was about to unlock my phone when I looked down to see that it was Christmas. That explains why I'm so happy. And then I came to another realization.. I hadn't gotten Vic a gift yet.
My eyes shot open and I sat up quickly, (but gently), being careful not to wake Vic up. I ran to the bathroom, threw my hair up in a quick messy bun, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I ran over to my bag and pulled out some clothes, threw them on, grabbed my keys and my wallet, then ran outside. It was still pretty dark outside, but I needed to find something for Vic. I rushed into my car and pulled out of the driveway, speeding down the road. I honestly had no idea what to get him, I wasn't a very good or creative gift giver. I didn't really have people to give gifts to anyways.
I got to the mall around 8:30, there was a ton of traffic. I was just hoping that Vic decided to sleep in today. The mall was very crowded with everyone getting in their last minute shopping. I went through a few stores, deciding that I would just buy Vic a ton of stuff and then find out something more sentimental or personal to us later. I ended up buying him a few pairs of vans, some clothes, and a few snapbacks and beanies. Now I needed to find out what he really wanted.
I pulled out my phone and continued to walk past a few stores. I unlocked it to see I had a text message from Vic.
From Vic:
Where are you?
I sighed, I didn't want him to wake up until I got home at least.
To Vic:
With everything that has been going on, I forgot to get everyone Christmas gifts. So I'm just doing some last minute shopping. :)
From Vic:
Damn, I forgot too. Looks like I have some last minute shopping to do as well. :(
I laughed at his message, I was happy I wasn't the only one who forgot. I typed my response and slid my phone in my pocket. Right as I was going to look up, I ran into someone, dropping all of my bags. I sighed in frustration, whoever it was ran into me pretty hard. I picked up my bags and stood back up, facing the person who ran into me.
Fuck. Ethan. I tried not to make eye contact.
"Damn, watch where you're going." he scoffed. I turned to him, wanting so badly to slap him.
"Oh, shit." he laughed. "It's the fucking whore."
I pulled my bags close to me and walked past him, only to be jerked back.
"Wow, how rude of you to not even say hello." he said, shooting me an evil smirk. I rolled my eyes and shoved his arm away with my shoulder.
"Bye." I said, walking away once again. I got a little further this time, but he jerked me back once again.
"What is this shit?" he laughed, reaching for my bags. I pulled them back behind me.
"None of your fucking business." I spat. He laughed a little bit to himself before shooting me another evil grin.
"God, you're such a bitch." he laughed, pulling me away from all the stores. Despite my protests, he kept pulling me. We ended up outside, away from all the people. And now I was absolutely pissed, I was yelling in there, people knew I was struggling, and nobody bothered to do anything about it. People are so fucked up.
He knocked all the bags out of my hands, causing me to flinch.
"Two for flinching." he laughed, punching me twice on the side of my face and my stomach. I winced a bit in pain, it hurt a lot, but I didn't want him to know that. I tried to keep as quiet as possible. I raised my fist, but he pulled it down and threw me into the wall. Tears stung in my eyes, and I let out a small sob.
"You really don't get it, do you?" he yelled. "Nobody fucking likes you! I'm doing everyone a favor right now! Why don't you just kill yourself already?!"
Instead of being sad, I let all of his words fuel me. I got up, more angry than I've ever been in my life. I walked up to him and pulled him back, throwing him into the wall with all of my force.
"Believe me, I've fucking tried. You think I want to be here? You think I like being around you and everyone else at school? I don't! I would rather die, but for some fucking reason I'm stuck here. So it looks like you're going to have to deal with me. Touch me one more time, I will call the cops, and I'm not even joking. I'm tired of this shit, I'm tired of you people making my life a living hell when I did nothing to you!" I screamed.
My blood was boiling, adrenaline kicking in. I could feel my face becoming red with frustration, anger, and hatred. His eyes went wide and he took a few steps back. I knew what was going to happen, I knew that I wasn't going to be myself anymore. Even with all the hatred I had towards him, I couldn't actually let myself do it.
"Look, you really need to get out of here Ethan. I'm not joking." I warned.
"Your eyes are turning fucking black!" he yelled, staring at me like I had three heads.
"Leave." I growled. He stared at me for another second before running off.
I sat down, burying my face in my hands. I started crying in frustration. When is life going to realize I can't handle all the shit it throws at me?
But then I realized something, I was proud of myself.
I just scared the shit out of Ethan, I laughed to myself.
Anger isn't such a bad thing after all.
The night before, Vic and I ended up leaving because my parents locked themselves in their room. We went back to my house and packed some of my stuff and brought it back to his house. Soon after that we both passed out, we were pretty exhausted.
I unwrapped our legs and rolled over to grab my phone off the nightstand by his bed. I squinted as the light shone directly in my eyes, I wasn't fully awake still. It was only 7:30. I sighed and turned over so the light was facing away from Vic's face. I was about to unlock my phone when I looked down to see that it was Christmas. That explains why I'm so happy. And then I came to another realization.. I hadn't gotten Vic a gift yet.
My eyes shot open and I sat up quickly, (but gently), being careful not to wake Vic up. I ran to the bathroom, threw my hair up in a quick messy bun, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I ran over to my bag and pulled out some clothes, threw them on, grabbed my keys and my wallet, then ran outside. It was still pretty dark outside, but I needed to find something for Vic. I rushed into my car and pulled out of the driveway, speeding down the road. I honestly had no idea what to get him, I wasn't a very good or creative gift giver. I didn't really have people to give gifts to anyways.
I got to the mall around 8:30, there was a ton of traffic. I was just hoping that Vic decided to sleep in today. The mall was very crowded with everyone getting in their last minute shopping. I went through a few stores, deciding that I would just buy Vic a ton of stuff and then find out something more sentimental or personal to us later. I ended up buying him a few pairs of vans, some clothes, and a few snapbacks and beanies. Now I needed to find out what he really wanted.
I pulled out my phone and continued to walk past a few stores. I unlocked it to see I had a text message from Vic.
From Vic:
Where are you?
I sighed, I didn't want him to wake up until I got home at least.
To Vic:
With everything that has been going on, I forgot to get everyone Christmas gifts. So I'm just doing some last minute shopping. :)
From Vic:
Damn, I forgot too. Looks like I have some last minute shopping to do as well. :(
I laughed at his message, I was happy I wasn't the only one who forgot. I typed my response and slid my phone in my pocket. Right as I was going to look up, I ran into someone, dropping all of my bags. I sighed in frustration, whoever it was ran into me pretty hard. I picked up my bags and stood back up, facing the person who ran into me.
Fuck. Ethan. I tried not to make eye contact.
"Damn, watch where you're going." he scoffed. I turned to him, wanting so badly to slap him.
"Oh, shit." he laughed. "It's the fucking whore."
I pulled my bags close to me and walked past him, only to be jerked back.
"Wow, how rude of you to not even say hello." he said, shooting me an evil smirk. I rolled my eyes and shoved his arm away with my shoulder.
"Bye." I said, walking away once again. I got a little further this time, but he jerked me back once again.
"What is this shit?" he laughed, reaching for my bags. I pulled them back behind me.
"None of your fucking business." I spat. He laughed a little bit to himself before shooting me another evil grin.
"God, you're such a bitch." he laughed, pulling me away from all the stores. Despite my protests, he kept pulling me. We ended up outside, away from all the people. And now I was absolutely pissed, I was yelling in there, people knew I was struggling, and nobody bothered to do anything about it. People are so fucked up.
He knocked all the bags out of my hands, causing me to flinch.
"Two for flinching." he laughed, punching me twice on the side of my face and my stomach. I winced a bit in pain, it hurt a lot, but I didn't want him to know that. I tried to keep as quiet as possible. I raised my fist, but he pulled it down and threw me into the wall. Tears stung in my eyes, and I let out a small sob.
"You really don't get it, do you?" he yelled. "Nobody fucking likes you! I'm doing everyone a favor right now! Why don't you just kill yourself already?!"
Instead of being sad, I let all of his words fuel me. I got up, more angry than I've ever been in my life. I walked up to him and pulled him back, throwing him into the wall with all of my force.
"Believe me, I've fucking tried. You think I want to be here? You think I like being around you and everyone else at school? I don't! I would rather die, but for some fucking reason I'm stuck here. So it looks like you're going to have to deal with me. Touch me one more time, I will call the cops, and I'm not even joking. I'm tired of this shit, I'm tired of you people making my life a living hell when I did nothing to you!" I screamed.
My blood was boiling, adrenaline kicking in. I could feel my face becoming red with frustration, anger, and hatred. His eyes went wide and he took a few steps back. I knew what was going to happen, I knew that I wasn't going to be myself anymore. Even with all the hatred I had towards him, I couldn't actually let myself do it.
"Look, you really need to get out of here Ethan. I'm not joking." I warned.
"Your eyes are turning fucking black!" he yelled, staring at me like I had three heads.
"Leave." I growled. He stared at me for another second before running off.
I sat down, burying my face in my hands. I started crying in frustration. When is life going to realize I can't handle all the shit it throws at me?
But then I realized something, I was proud of myself.
I just scared the shit out of Ethan, I laughed to myself.
Anger isn't such a bad thing after all.
Notes
Sooooooooooooooo questions!What do you think is wrong with Carlee? What do you think she was going to do? What do you think she means by 'knowing she won't be herself anymore.' What do you guys think about her standing up for herself?
This chapter is going to be in 2 parts, maybe 3. The next chapter will be very long. I'm sorry about this one being so short, but the next one will make up for it hopefully! :)
Leave me predictions. :) I love hearing your guys's predictions and all your feedback! Thank you guys all so much!
@Moshforfuentes
haha, aw! thanks. the stories over now, but there is a sequel. :) thank you though!
2/11/14