You'd Better Hide the Bullets

"Jesus, what a boring Halloween we are having." Kiera groaned from beside me.

"Well I could be having a great time at my friends house right now but you don't want to come so I can't leave you." I told her. As if on cue Ali came through the front door.

"Now you can go to your friends house." Kiera shooed me.

"Are you sure?" I asked her. She gave me tired look and I took the hint. "Text me if you need me." I said kissing the top of her head. She slapped me away and I laughed at her actions.

I ran out to my car and got in. The drive to Pete's was only about ten minutes from my house so it was pretty quick. I parked my car and then skipped up his driveway. I knocked on the door but there was no answer so I just opened it and walked into Pete's house. I was greeted by his mom in the hallway. "Hey Scarlett, I didn't think you were coming?" She asked me in a whisper.

"Yeah my older sister came home so there's someone to watch Kiera." I told her with a whisper. She nodded and continued up the stairs.

I opened the living room door and coincidentally during a scary part of the movie they were watching because they all screamed as I entered. "Scarlett you scared the shit outta us." Patrick said clenching his chest. I couldn't help but laugh.

"You guys are such wimps." I grinned as I climbed over the back of the couch and sat between Pete and Patrick. I took a handful of popcorn from the bowl on Patrick's lap. "So what we watching?" I asked them.

"The Conjuring." Patrick replied with a scared tone.

"That's not that scary guys." I laughed. Little did they know I was petrified from this movie and any like it. I was screwed.

"You're scared of the Walking Dead." Patrick commented. I looked at him with a warning look, the rest of our friends didn't need to know.

"You're scared of the Walking Dead?" Pete turned his head to look at me.

"No." I defended. I noticed Patrick nod his head enthusiastically behind my back. I turned to him and gave him an evil look.

"Patrick likes My Little Pony. He's a fucking Brony." I announced.

"No way." Pete whispered. Patrick just looked away and put his hands over his face out of embarrassment.

"I always suspected." Lewis nodded, looking at Patrick.

"Why'd you have to tell them that?" Patrick grumbled from beside me.

I just shrugged and smiled at him innocently. "You told them I was scared of zombies." I told him.

"That's not half as bad as me being a Brony." He whined. Jeez he cares too much about this.

"They don't care, it's fine." I patted his shoulder and he just laughed. At least he's not actually annoyed at me.

After The Conjuring finished we watched Halloween and then Beetlejuice. While we were halfway through Beetlejuice I got a strange text from Kiera asking me to call her.

I hit the call button and she answered almost immediately. "Scar, you need to come home like now." She said down the phone. I could hear music blaring and people shouting and talking.

"What's going on?" I asked, worry running through me.

"Ali threw a fucking party for her and her college friends and the place is a mess." She sounded so panicked.

Oh shit. "I'll be right there." I told her and hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" Pete asked me looking worried.

"My sister decided to throw a party and Kiera is there freaking out." I told him, jumping off the sofa.

"Want us to come?" He asked me. I just nodded. Patrick came in my car with me and Pete followed with Amber and Lewis.

We arrived at my house and the sight kinda scared me, there was people everywhere. Beer cans on the lawn and it just looked like a party from some teen frat movie. My parents are gonna kill us.

I marched into the house and looked around. People were everywhere. I couldn't believe Ali is this much of a bitch. Does she not respect our parents at all? I know I had some people over last week but it was a few and we didn't wreck the place.

I ran up the stairs and went into Kiera's room. She was sitting on her bed with her legs against her chest. "Kiera are you okay?" I asked her. She looked up at me and nodded slowly.

"Mom and dad are gonna kill us." She mumbled. I could see genuine fear all over her face.

"It's okay get a bag and get some clothes in it. I'm gonna deal with this." I told her. She got off her bed and did as I asked. We left her room and she followed me through the house.

I got to the front door and took Kiera out to Pete's car. "Amber can you take Kiera to your house and keep her there for the night, I'll come back in the morning to get her." I said to Amber, she nodded and Pete decided to drive them to Amber's house and then come back.

Patrick and Lewis joined me in the house and we decided to find my sister. After twenty minutes searching we couldn't find her so I decided to check upstairs in her room, not there. I turned to my room and shook my head. I opened the door and the sight before me confused and shocked me.

She was in my bed, having sex with... Vic. She stopped what she was doing and got off him. I just stood there shocked. "Scarlett what are you doing home?" She asked me, covering herself. I looked at Vic and the sudden realisation hit him.

"Our 13 year old sister was in her room scared out of her mind because you invited hundreds of strangers into our home, that's why I'm home." I told her sternly.

She grabbed a long shirt and put it over her body. "Look lighten up Scarlett, all you have done since we go here is completely put a downer on everything. It's time to grow up and realise you're not the only person in the world." She approached me. "I kissed your boyfriend, please get over it." She shrugged as she walked out of my room.

I stood there awkwardly as Vic scrambled to get his clothes on. He walked past me when he was ready and shrugged. Not a word can be said really. Felt a huge part of my heart break, a part that I didn't even realise existed. Because even though I've denied myself Vic for the past month, it's quite clear that he is what I want. And now I can't have him, I can't let myself and even if I did want him to be mine, Ali has claimed him now.

I shut my door and slowly slid down it, tears beginning to spill down my face. I was broken and he was the cause of it, time and time again. My eyes glanced down at my wrist and an old urge began to grow within me. Something I hadn't done in a long time because I thought I was over it. I thought I got over that stuff but clearly not.

Then again I guess you know you're not over self harm if you keep a spare razor for times of need. Tonight was definitely a time of need. I crawled over to my closet and opened it, searching for my old piano books. Inside one of the books I had saved a razor for times of need. Finding it made my heart sink.

I pulled my sleeve up and stared at my wrist. Is it worth it? Is it worth the time I've spent recovering? Is Vic Fuentes worth this? No. No he isn't. I put the razor back into the book and threw it to the back of my closet.

That was so close.

Notes

What do you think? Let me know and I might put another chapter up tonight