The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Twelve

  "But Tyler, we kissed!" she started.

Wow, another knife straight in the heart.

  "That was one time Annabelle and I was drunk - completely and utterly off my head. And you kissed me; not the other way around."

With that, Annabelle flounced off, her hair hitting me straight in the face.

Gross, Annabelle germs.

  "Are you okay?" Tyler asked.

  "Perfectly peachy," I spat back at him before I turned to go home.

Tyler stopped me before I could even get out of his drive. He grabbed my arm, in the same place where he did earlier and to put it simply; it hurt like a motherfucker.

  "Fuck!" I cursed as his hand made contact with my arm, "Get the fuck off of me!"

  "Khloe calm down!" he shouted back.

  "I can't calm down, let go, you're hurting me!" I screamed at him as I tried to wriggle from his grasp.

When he finally released me, he looked upset.

  "I did that, didn't I?" he asked, visibly wincing at his words.

  "Yes," was all I said and I watched the horror that over took his features as he realised what he had done, "but I deserved it."

In a second after I said the words, Tyler looked up so fast, a type of angry glint in his eye, "don't you ever say that again."

   "Say what? That I deserved it? Why not? It's true - I ditched you Tyler! What part of that is okay to you? Because I know I'm not particularly proud of myself over it. Never mind just that, I deserve the pain, the anger, the resentment - I'm a bitch. The worst girl you'll ever have the displeasure of meeting. Everyone hates me Tyler, and I don't care, I make them hate me. It's all my fault. You got hit by a car because of me and everything is just my fault," I said, frustrated tears running down my face.

  "You can't go home like this, Khloe, why don't you come inside with me?" he said after sighing.

  "No, I can't," was all I could say.

  "Why? It's not like you can go home looking like that-" he started as his eyes began to rake over my attire.

  "I can't come inside with you because I don't want to end up hurt again."

Tyler looked hurt by my direct approach but hey, I'm a bitch, it's in the job description.

  "I won't hurt you- earlier on, that was an accident, I realised it as soon as I closed the door. I came to see if you were okay but instead I saw Annabelle and I'm sorry about her - I heard everything she said," He said while looking into my eyes, trying to get me to believe him.

And I did.

***

I always knew that people were capable of doing horrible things, even from a young age. The kids who used to bully me in London, they were young but yet they had the power to do such evil things. They thought up really elaborate pranks and at first it was never set out to hurt me, just to scare me - it was a joke. But then things got more sinister. Some girls used to constantly break the locks on the shitty cubicle doors while I was inside so I couldn't get out. They'd throw wet toilet roll and over the toilet door and it would become tangled in my hair. I'd be forced to sit there for hours waiting on some teacher to realise I was gone. It took them a while and at the start, I'd just sit and cry because of the soggy toilet roll trapped in my hair and on my clothes. I'd cry because despite being a really childish thing to do, it hurt. It hurt that nobody liked me. It hurt that I was alone. At lunch when we were outside playing, I'd have to hide from the other kids. They would always find some way to bruise, cut or embarrass me so I just kept to myself. Classmates who used to be my friends and come to my birthday parties turned on me when I became a social pariah.