10. Hell Is my Life

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I clenched my teeth, waiting for the questions, the judgment. But it never came.  And the next thing I knew, Ford was hugging me.  I sobbed into his shoulder, and was still holding onto him when he let go of me.

And then Ruby came into the room.

No wonder Ford had hickies on his neck.  They had probably just got done doing the dirty.

"Just because you're fucking Ford's brother doesn't mean you have to fuck him, you stupid skank!"  The bitch yelled, and clawed at me so she could get me away from Ford.

"What the fuck?  First of all, I'm not screwing Evan.  And second of all, I'm not screwing Ford either!  I wouldn't even think of it!"  I yelled at her.

"Yeah, that's why you were sucking on his neck!  Haaa!"

"If you must know, Bitch, I was crying.  Even ask your boyfriend!"

"What was she doing, Baby?"  She asked him.

Ford hesitated before saying, "She started kissing me.  I thought she was going to rape me tonight."  He gave me a guilty look before laughing with Ruby and walking into the other room.

Asshole.  I should have known that it would happen again.  You just can't trust that boy.  Damn...

I shuffled through the cabinet and found some gauze.  I put padding on the burns, and then wrapped the gauze around it.

I noticed that I haven't eaten in like, 12 hours.  Of course, I had a little bag of pretzels on the plane, but that was it. For the whole day.  So, I went into the kitchen and found something to eat.  Well, tried to.  There wasn't much in the refrigerator. Only some lunch meat, mustard, and countless vegetables.  I took out a large tomato and ate it while adding salt to it on every bite.  Then I felt my phone vibrate.  Damn! I forgot all about Stranger!

I set the tomato on the table and read the two texts he sent me.

From: Stranger

Date: Monday, March 2, 2008

Body: Hey.  you stopped texting me.  Whats up?

I replied back quickly.

From: You

Date: Monday, March 2, 2008

Body: Hey, and yeah, sorry.  I was being burned.  It the actual fire way, and the diss way.  And nothing, eating. you?

From: Stranger

Date: Monday, March 2, 2008

Body: Wow.  Whoever burned you, (both ways) are dicks.  Fuck them. And nothing, thinking about how im a bad person.

From: You

Date: Monday, March 2, 2008

Body: Why are you a bad person

From: Stranger

Date: Monday, March 2, 2008

Body: Becaues she's a good person, and I'm just an asshole to her.  I keep making things up...  I just am.

From: You

Date: Monday, March 2, 2008

Body: Tell her that you're sorry.  But don't do it again.

From: Stranger

Date: Monday, March 2, 2008

Body: Alright.  I will later.

I didn't reply back because it was getting boring.  I finished my tomato, and then washed the juice from my hands. 

While I was washing my hands, Ruby and Ford waltzed out of Fords room.  Ruby fixed her shirt and looked at me.  She pointed to the hickey on her neck and winked.  Wow.  I love how she thinks I like him. 

Then she kissed Ford on the lips and walked out of the house.  I got a paper towel and wiped off my hands of. I turned to go into the computer room so I could sleep on the floor, when I bumped into Ford.

"Look..."  He started, but I interrupted him.

"No.  You look.  You've done that to me more that a couple of times.  I don't like it.  You're a two-faced asshole.  When you're around me, you're sweet, sort of.  And then when you're around the skank, you act like you hate me, and that nothing ever happened.  So if you're going to do that again, just don't fucking speak to me."  Wow.  Three times standing up for myself in a two day period.  Hell yeah, I'm even more proud of myself.  "So are you going to do that again?"

He was silent for a minute.  "I... I only do it because I panic.  I want to be friends with you... but it's just my reputation, and nobody likes you... Shit.  Sorry.  But I want to stick up for you, but I just don't want my reputation to go to shit."

"If you truly wanted to be friends with me, you wouldn't care about your reputation." I said stubbornly.

"You don't understand.  But... I might be able to make you understand if you just let me..."

Then, he lifted my chin and kissed me. 

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