GEEK In Defeat?!

Simply Not Simple

My eyes traced the patterns on the wall, following each curve, and each curve reminded me of a vine. Each vine I traced seemed to wrap itself around my chest, squeezing along with the others. I laid there, feeling dead.
I guess I didn't know what to think when the door bell rang, and I guess I didn't expect it to be you standing on the other side of it.
I fought the urge to run down the stairs, whip open the door, but I knew better.
My father wasn't coming back. I fought back unshed tears, blinking rapidly.
The doorbell rang again, you were growing impatient.
I however ignored you at the door, continuing on with my sulking.
My moms shaky voice called for me, a few seconds later I heard murmurs of voices.
I still refused to move, pulling the blankets closer to me, as if they were shields.
The stairs creaked, and soon so did the hallway floor.
I didn't stir instead I sniffled.
Your voice was unsteady, unsure.

"Hey.." You trailed off, cautious.
I didn't return the greeting, instead I rolled over on my side, my back facing you, and stared out the window. On normal days I would have been shy, but today wasn't a normal day.
I wasn't paying attention, not when you approached. I guess I was lost, to far deep in disbelief.
I guess I didn't want to help you anyone, to turn and face you. I didn't want to let go of my father, and I most definitely didn't want to let you in.

You cleared your throat, but I still didn't look over at you. I could almost feel your impatience.

For a moment I almost did give in, for a moment I almost gave you what you wanted, but you always got what you wanted.
Why should I give it to you.

"Hey it's me."
Like I didn't already know who you were. Like I didn't remember sitting in the cold, like I didn't remember your insults, like I didn't remember Jason Hill.
You took a step closer, I shifted away, I just wished you'd go away.
I sniffled, still hurt, but I wouldn't let myself cry not in front of you.
I didn't want you pitying me.

"Listen Lucy." This time you sounded confident, sure of yourself. "I don't know what happened, but it'll be al-"

I don't know what set me off, I don't know what you said but I was in your face in less than three seconds. Pain clawed at my heart, but no anger was present.
I let out a shaky breath, I tried choosing my words carefully.

"You do not know what I've been through! "
You raised your eyebrows, almost smirking.

"Princess, you don't know what I've been through." You looked so sure of yourself, and it made me want to smack you. As much as I wanted to be angry, I just couldn't be.

"Don't you dare call me princess ever again." My voice broke, and the smirk fell from your face. You almost looked concerned.

"You'll be alright."
You tried this shit again.

"I lost my father! He left me. You don't know shit, you only care about football an getting a piece of cheap ass." I could feel my face growing red, you set your jaw in anger, but you're features softened.

"My mom died."
Your words were so quiet that I almost didn't hear them, but as my brain did the calculations, my heart sank.
I was about to blurt out apologies, but you cut me off.

"Just forget it." You turned to leave. I reached out and grabbed your shoulder.

"Jason wait." I pleaded.

You turned and looked at my hand resting in your shoulder, and shrugged it off. I could clearly see pain written across your features.
You hesitated, then turned and left, I followed you down the steps.
"Jason Jason please?" Tears threatened to escape. I blinked them back.
I heard the door slam, and the start of a car engine.
I sobbed, I couldn't hold it back any longer, I couldn't stop.

** Jason's POV**

My heart shattered when I saw her broken form curled up on the bed, whatever happened destroyed her. I knew she could hear me, she stirred as I took another step closer.
I wasn't sure what I should say, or even do.
The Jason she knew would have made a stupid comment, he would have told her to straighten up but she doesn't know the real Jason.
She has no clue who I am, what I've done.
I wanted to reach our and touch her shoulder I wanted to tell her it's alright.
She sniffled.

"Hey.." I said quietly. She didn't reply as expected. I took another step towards her, cleared my throat.

The next few minutes were surprising, I was screamed at, tired, and driving .