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Taryn-
It's been about six days since my Mom and Dad's anniversary dinner and can I just say that I'm bored stiff?
Tanner and his family went to Disney World for two weeks and they left last night so I'm all alone for the next two weeks I guess. His mom and dad made him leave his phone at home so he would focus more on family rather than the internet so I have no way of contacting him.
Kelsey has done nothing more than get on my nerves. She steals my clothes, my makeup, and then denies it but I can clearly see her wearing my shorts and shoes. Plus, my makeup is slowly disappearing.
Speak of the devil, she walked in my room and began opening my drawers and going through my clothes and went through my makeup, probably breaking one of the glass bottles.
"What are you doing?"
"Hey do you have any bronzer?" She asked, completely ignoring my question.
Bitch.
I stood and stared at her, wanting nothing more than to strangle her.
"Oh by the way, I accidentally spilled Pepsi on your white converse last night so..."
I swear, steam was about to come screaming out of my ears but I somewhat kept my cool and grabbed my makeup from her hands, placed it back in the drawer and dragged her out of my room by her hair.
"What the hell?!" She screeched. "Mom!"
And like usual, my Aunt Kelly and my parents came to her beck and call, tripping over each other to get up the stairs.
"What are you two fighting about now?" Aunt Kelly asked, crossing her arms.
"Kelsey keeps stealing and wrecking all of my clothes and stealing all my expensive makeup! I worked my ass off so I would be able to walk into Sephora and buy anything I wanted with the money I worked for. She's breaking powders, breaking glass foundation bottles, and losing my eyeshadow palettes! She ripped one of the arms of my leather jacket that I bought with my OWN money, and spilled fucking Pepsi all over my white converse! If you two wanted to come here this summer, then why the hell didn't you come prepared with your own makeup and clothes? I'm done with HER stealing all of my stuff!" I yelled, pointing my finger at Kelsey.
"Is this true Kelsey?" My dad asked.
"Well.." She started.
"Don't you dare fucking lie either." I spat.
My mom and dad were both shocked at my language but they didn't stop me because things like this have happened in the past and they know that if they try and calm me down, it just makes me even more angry.
"I will admit, I've used a little foundation but returned it as soon as I realized it didn't match me. And I never once lost anything. And it wasn't my fault the arm of your leather jacket got ripped." Kelsey said in a nervous tone. Almost all of what she said was a lie.
"You are such a liar Kelsey and you know it. You didn't use a little foundation, you used almost half of it and when I found the bottle it was broken into like, eight pieces in the garbage. You've lost two eyeshadow palettes which I don't know how you lose those, and you let Ella rip my jacket with her paws!"
The three adults stood with their arms crossed, staring at us.
"Well you two better learn how to work this stuff out by yourselves without killing each other. You're old enough now to settle petty things like this." Aunt Kelly said, walking downstairs with my mom and dad following her.
As soon as they were out of sight and I heard the deck door close, I grabbed Kelsey by her shirt and pushed her into the wall, fuming.
"I swear to God, if you touch ANY of MY stuff again, I will beat you up even worse than I did last summer. Got it?" I spat.
"You think you're so tough, but I will get you back for getting me in trouble. Watch your back, bitch."
I pushed her away and took off to my room, slamming the door behind me.
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It's been at least five hours since I almost choked Kelsey and I've stayed in my room the whole time. It's now ten o'clock at night and I still haven't eaten dinner or gotten changed.
Typically by now, my parents and aunt are fast asleep in bed and Kelsey is in the spare room with MY laptop, having Skype sex with her boyfriend.
But tonight was different. Everyone was still wide awake and downstairs in the kitchen, laughing away.
Deciding to do something, I got up from my desk and closed my laptop then made my way over to my dresser and picked some pyjamas.
I pulled on an oversized black tee shirt and tucked a small amount of it into my pink loose pyjama shorts. Feeling satisfied, I checked my phone just as it went off.
My eyes rolled when I read the text from Kelsey.
"come downstairs! i have a surprise! ;)"
It was probably her idea of "revenge". A cake in the face or something is all she's good for.
Making my way downstairs, I was prepared for a cake in the face at the bottom of the stairs but it never came.
As soon as I stepped off the last step onto the floor, the talking stopped. It was quiet for a second and then everyone started whispering.
I furrowed my eyebrows and walked into the kitchen, immediately freezing in my tracks. The blood drained from my face and a cold sweat began on the back of my neck.
My lungs felt like they were closing, making it hard to breath. I hope I don't pass out."
"Ethan." I choked out.
He stood up from his seat and smiled at me.
"Taryn.. You've grown up so much. I've missed you, I've missed your voice."
Ethan walked towards me with open arms and I wanted nothing more than to jump into his arms and feel his warm, grown up body pushed against mine and to feel his soft skin pushed into my neck and we hugged, squeezing tighter and tighter. I wanted nothing more than to hear his deep, raspy voice whispering how much he missed me into my ear, his warm breath causing goose bumps on my neck.
But a part of me didn't want that. A part of me despises him for completely cutting off contact with me one day and never answering a single text, call, or email. He left me to think I did something wrong and it was my fault I lost my best friend.
For so long I wanted him, Ethan, my best friend back home with me. But now that he's here, I want him gone. I never ever want to see his face again.
The feeling finally came back to my body and every step he took towards me I would take one back. Every bad emotion flooded my body and tears spilled over, falling down my cheeks.
"Don't... Don't touch me Ethan..." I whispered.
He turned around and looked at my family who all had concerned looks on their faces.
"What? Why?"
"Just... Don't." I choked.
In a split second, I spun on my heels and took off out the front door, still in bare feet.
My family was screaming after me but I continued running until I couldn't hear them anymore. It feels like all the energy was drained out of me. Out of exhaustion, sadness, and anger, I dropped to the ground and cried so loud I'm surprised nobody came outside.
I looked up and saw I was outside Brooke's house. No cars were in the driveway but her bedroom light was on. Desperate for comfort, I tried to get up but only made it up for a second before I dropped to the ground again in pain.
My foot was cut open across the bottom and was bleeding. I had blood all over my hands and legs and had no clue what to do.
Still crying, I managed to yell out Brooke's name.
I saw her come to the window with wide eyes and she quickly disappeared. About thirty seconds later the front door flew open and out ran Brooke in her pyjamas.
She immediately picked me up bridal style and carried me in the house, placing me down on the kitchen floor on a black towel she had laid out before she came and got me.
Thank God her mom is a doctor and probably taught Brooke a couple things.
"Why aren't you wearing shoes? What the hell were you running from?!" She asked, pulling out a first aid kit from under the sink.
I was crying so hard I couldn't catch my breath and I began wheezing.
"Forget about it, tell me later. Just try not to scream, this is going to hurt." She smiled, pouring some rubbing alcohol on a cloth.
Brooke took the wet cloth to my foot and held it firmly on.
As soon as she applied pressure, a mixture of blood and rubbing alcohol began pouring out onto the floor and I cried out in pain.
"Shhh, it's okay. You don't need stitches, it's not that bad."
"It hurts!" I cried.
She held a sorry look on her face, probably thinking she was hurting me but I wasn't crying over my cut foot. I was crying over the fact that Ethan was back. HE was Kelsey's boyfriend and this is her revenge.
Not only is the person who abandoned me back in town, he's staying the whole summer and I have no way of getting away from him. I'm stuck here with someone who hurt me and I have to pretend I'm okay with it.
After I was cleaned up, Brooke wrapped my foot in a bandage and helped me to my feet, taking me to the living room and helping me sit down.
"So, why were you running?" She called from the kitchen.
I waited until she came back and gave me some pizza and a can of Iced Tea.
"I was running from home." I sniffed.
She raised her eyebrows, "No shit!"
"Ethan's back. He said he missed me."
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SO ORIGINALLY I THOUGHT THIS FULLY UPLOADED YESTERDAY, BUT WHEN I CLICKED PUBLISH, WATTPAD LOGGED ME OUT AND WOULDN'T LET ME UPLOAD AND DELETED HALF THE CHAPTER SO I HAD TO REWRITE OVER HALF OF THIS AGAIN
SO IF ANYTHING DOESN'T MATCH UP, I'LL EDIT LATER BECAUSE I HAVE TO GO EAT DINNER
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