"You need to eat. You haven't eaten in 2 days Amy." My aunt treats me like a baby. But, it's kinda her job now.
"I'm not hungry." I push the food away from me, and hide in the cover of my sheets.
"Fine Amelia." I can hear her get up, she's mad. But I could care less.
I haven't eaten, showered, or done anything in 2 days. It's disgusting, and I know I need to get up.
I decide it's finally time to take a shower, so I do.
I take my phone in the bathroom with me and hook it up with my speaker.
I notice I have over 20 new text messages. I don't even want to open them.
I start the water and strip off my clothes.
I slowly get into the warm water that soothes my body. It feels good to take a shower.
I was my hair and body, taking the longest shower ever.
Once my hands start to look like really, really old raisins, I get out.
I dry myself off and walk into my closet picking something comfy.
I've been so depressed since that time with Jack. Since he saw me kissing Sam. I'm such a horrible person.
I mean, we weren't together officially, and we might've said hag we loved each other. But maybe we don't.
Maybe we are to stupid to realize what love really is. Maybe you just can't be loved by Jack Gilinsky.
I wouldn't be surprised it he was man slutting around. Seems to be his specialty.
I know I went overboard, and kissed Sam. Which I shouldn't have. But I didn't like the feeling of Jack being mad at me for something so little and stupid.
imagine how I feel now... I'm so depressed, and I cry thinking about it.
Now the tears start to come.
I crawl in my bed, listening to sad music. I haven't cried like this for along time.
Val doesn't even know what's wrong, I was to ashamed to tell her.
I feel like a terrible person. I don't even know what Sam has to say, I don't have his number. He doesn't have mine.
I don't care. Sam should've stopped me, and I'm mad that he didn't. I know it's my fault for going in, but if you don't stop me... it's not completely my fault.
I sit in my bed, crying. Wondering what to do now.
I don't want to talk to anyone about it because I'm so fucking ashamed.
I decide to go through those text messages that I've been ignoring.
[val] why were you crying?
[val] IM YOUR BEST FRIEND TELL ME
I chuckle a little to how much she actually cares.
[val] I am coming to your house.
[val] shit, I can't. I'm babysitting.
[val] please text me back mother fucker.
Then the texts I don't want to open, but they are tempting to open.
[jack] don't fucking text me.
[jack] don't call me.
[jack] if you see me in person, don't even fucking look at me.
[jack] you are such a piece of shit person. I can't believe you would actually do something that stupid.
[jack] just to let you know, you aren't that good of a fuck.
[jack] I just said that so you didn't lose you confidence. But I could care less anymore.
[jack] skylar is such a good fuck. hmm. sorry. just had to let you know.
I roll my eyes and decide to respond. Those text messages were just a few hours ago.
[amelia] fück you jack, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was pissed off at you. What if you walked in on me drinking and smoking weed with a friend.
[jack] ahh, I thought I told you not to text me?
[amelia] but yet you can text me and be a dick? Nope, that doesn't work out for me.
[jack] I wouldn't care if I saw you drinking and smoking weed.
[amelia] alright, well what if I was the one driving and there was a male barista. You would care a lot more than how I reacted.
[jack] yeah. because I actually love you.
[amelia] loved*
[jack] bye.
[amelia] eat a dick.
[jack] I'll let skylar do that job for me. ;)
I toss my phone on the other side of the bed.
Fuck this. If he wants to fucking fight, I'll just yell at him in his face. Texting is for fucking pussies.
I change into a crop top, and high waisted jeans. I put a leather jacket on and some black vans.
I run into my bathroom, brushing my hair and brushing my teeth.
I put on a few coasts of mascara and a nude lipstick.
I don't want to look dead.
I grab my keys and phone.
"I'll be back in a little!" I yell. My aunt says something back but I don't hear her.
I run into my old Toyota, and start driving off.
But first coffee.
*
I knock on the door, trying not to get boiled up right away.
I can hear foot steps coming to the door.
The door slowly opens to a blonde girl. Who I once used to love like a sister.
Skylar.
"Oh, Amelia. What're you doi here?" Her bright blue eyes and her smile appear.
But then all my thinking just disappears.
Next thing you know, I'm through that door, punching her and just I don't know.
"What the fuck is going on?" I can hear Jacks voice coming from the stairs.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!" His voice shouts. He shuts the front door and starts pulling me off of Skylar.
"What the hell Jack! Let go of me!" I start squirming in his arms, trying to break his grip on my waist.
"What the fuck Amy?" Skylar starts up, holding her bleeding head.
"Oh shut up you whore." I spit at her.
"You need to fucking leave Amelia." Jack starts pushing me out the door.
I'm not going to let him win. Not this fucking time. He doesn't deserve the shit he has.
I run through the door passed them both. I run up the stairs and into his bedroom. I lock the door tight.
I noticed clothes all over the bed and ground, the sheets messed up.
He really did have sex with her...
I start smashing shit, all the glass that's in his room.
Vases, etc.
I grab his jacket rack he has in his room, picking it up and swinging it into the huge flat screen tv he has in his room.
I notice his phone on the night stand.
I pick it up, trying to figure out a code.
I put in the date Jack and I got together, and sure enough it worked.
I start to pause as I realize he still has a picture of us as the home screen.
I walk over to the wall, sliding down it until I'm sitting on the ground.
I cry as I look at the picture.
Why am I crying over this boy?
"Amelia? Are you okay?" I can hear jacks voice.
But all I can hear is ringing and screaming.