You'd Better Hide the Bullets

I sat on the floor in front of me bed, the house in complete darkness. I got rid of everyone about an hour ago and Ali passed out on the couch. She is a complete mess, and our parents are gonna be so mad. I don't know what to do. The place isn't too messy but it's not gonna be easily covered up before 2pm tomorrow afternoon when they come back. I'm just so disappointed in her.

I felt my phone buzz and looked at it. There was a text from Mike asking me to come outside. I got up and went outside to find him standing on my porch completely and utterly confused at what had happened to my lawn. "My sister threw a party." I explained. Mike nodded and I sat down on the steps, he followed my actions.

"Vic is in some state." Mike mumbled. I looked up at him, worry starting to consume me. Even after everything he's done a part of me still fucking cares about him.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked with fear of the answer.

"He got really drunk and apparently you found him fucking your sister in your bed and he's really broken about it. I don't know what the Hell is going on between you two, I don't really even think I want to know." Mike laughed. "But whatever it is I hope you guys work it out sooner rather than later because it's tiring to watch you two play this game. It's actually rather exhausting." He shook his head, staring at his feet.

"You know, until last night I was willing to give him a chance. After what he done to me I can't find it in my heart to forgive him. And then having sex with my sister in MY bed? How low a blow is that man?" I sighed, this whole thing is a mess and I really don't wanna deal with it anymore.

Mike looked off into the street and he frowned. "Shit." He mumbled, standing up and walking towards the end of my lawn. I noticed Vic come into view and my heart began racing. He stumbled into view and I watched as he drunkenly tried to march up to me, Mike tried to pull him back but he couldn't get a hold on him.

"You!" He screamed at me. I just sat there in shock. He stumbled in front of me and tried to stand up straight.

"What did I do?" I asked with confusion.

"You came into my life, you came into my life and fucking ruined me. I didn't wanna fall for you, I didn't wanna like you." He slurred and stumbled on his words. "But you wouldn't stay away from my head and now I'm fucked, everything is fucked and you don't want me, why would you want me?" He shook his head, the alcohol in his system clearly making him delirious.

I looked back at Mike for help but he didn't know what to do. "I'm sorry, I'll never speak to you again." I told him sternly as I stood up to go back in my house.

"No!" He shouted, falling to his knees. I stopped and watched him. "Please don't go." He begged, looking up to me with tears forming in his eyes. It utterly broke my heart to watch him in this state.

I walked down the stairs and stood in front of him. "Come on." I held my hand out and he grabbed it quickly. I yanked him up onto his feet and pulled him into my house and up the stairs. We went into my room and I sat him down on the bed. I tried to let go of his hand but he wouldn't let me.

"Don't leave me." He pleaded. I pulled him hand out of his grip and folded my arms across my chest.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you, it doesn't mean I want anything to do with you, all it means is that I'm willing to hear you out right now and maybe stop you from waking your parents up and getting yourself in trouble for being so damn drunk." I said with no emotion whatsoever. He stared up at me with sad eyes.

"I'm so drunk." He said scrunching up his face.

"You're telling me huh, how'd if feel to fuck my sister in my bed Vic?" I spat at him. He flinched at the words. I didn't mean to sound so harsh but I was pissed off.

"I didn't know she was your sister." He mumbled.

"But you knew this was my house and this was my room. Vic you do one nice thing then something awful that wipes the nice thing away. You don't know how to treat someone good. Are you incapable of really loving anything?" I asked him, he didn't answer. I stood there awkwardly waiting for some sort of reply. "I didn't think so." I sighed.

"I came here looking for you, to apologise but your sister was all over me and I thought 'hey Scarlett hates me so might as well move on' little did I know it was your sister." He tried to explain. His speech was so bad.

"It doesn't matter anymore Vic, too much has happened." I said as I rubbed my hand over my face. He reached up and grabbed my wrist.

"It does matter..." He started then stopped. He felt around my wrist and then a funny look crept up on his face. "Scarlett what is this on your wrist?" He asked trying to sound more sober than he was.

I yanked myself away from him, covering my wrist with my shirt. "Nothing, I think it's time you left Vic." I told him frantically.

"No, not until you explain yourself." He told me sternly, trying to stand up but stumbling a little.

"I don't have to explain anything to you Vic, you're not my boyfriend, Hell you ain't even my friend." I spat at him. He looked really hurt by the statement.

"It doesn't mean I don't care about you or your welfare." He told me. I rolled my eyes and sat down on my bed.

"Well, when I was fat I got bullied a lot for it and I got really depressed, so I started self harming. Happy now? You know my secret." I said bitterly to him. He sat down on the bed and faced me.

"I'm sorry, I feel really bad." He mumbled. I rolled my eyes for the millionth time.

"Don't be, never done it because of you so." I shrugged. He nodded in understanding and I felt awkward.

"Please don't ever do it again." He said reaching for my hand. I let him take it and nodded.

"I was pretty close to it tonight." I choked, feeling my eyes begin to water.

He sloppily pulled me into his arms and hugged me. As much as I hate him right now, I needed this hug. I needed someone to just sit with me and hug me. He pulled us both down to lie on my bed and I began crying, letting it all out. And for the first time in the past month I finally felt settled because someone; even Vic the guy who bullied me the first day I got to Mission Bay, cared. Just for a minute, I forgot where I was and what I was doing, and fell asleep in the arms of the boy who repeatedly broke my heart.

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