Coming Home

Walking with Zach, I watch him as he stares into oblivion. I think he got lost in that moment because he started rolling up his sleeves. I stared, horrified at the sight of what state they were in. Cuts, bruises, and scars clouded all around scarce amounts of clean skin. I suddenly stopped walking and asked him a question about them.

"Oh," He says, fumbling with his sleeves to get them down quickly. "My cat, is very aggressive."

"Your cat cuts your arms that deep on both arms?" I ask cocking an eyebrow.

"Uh, yeah it's really odd." He says not bothering to look at me.

I just stare at him in disbelief. He was lying to me and I knew it, but why? He doesn't realize he can trust me, wow. I put my hand on his shoulder and he looks up at me. His piercing green eyes staring into my brown ones.

"Are you sure it was your cat?" I ask looking him dead in the eye.

"Yeah," He falters looking away. "I'm fine."

He forces a smile on his lips and I contain a sigh I wanted to let out. He needs to know he is able to trust me. I'm not out here to get his ass kicked. Hell, I saved his ass today and he still doesn't trust me.

"Okay, but remember, you can trust me, you know that right?" I sound out.

"Mhm." He answers.

He walks towards his place and I turn over to Chelle's street. She was probably pissed at me for being late. I speed up my pace, hoping to get there quicker. I didn't bother ringing her doorbell and smashed open her door. I walked in to see her "tutor" and her on the couch. When I mean tutor I mean some guy that I don't fucking know makes out with her and gives her all the damn answers to her papers.

"Oh Hey Bri, your early." Chelle speaks breathlessly.

"Actually late." I mutter.

"Well since your now here I'll see you later Luke." She smirks.

He stands up from his seat on her couch and heads towards the door. He glances over at me and closes the door behind him. I glance over at Michelle and she still is smirking. I hold back from rolling my eyes and slide onto the couch, as far as way as possible. Only for her to lay on top of me. I squirm underneath her, I'm so sick of her shit.

"What's wrong Bri? Aren't you enjoying this?" She asks in a mocking tone.

"I'm so done with you." I growl.

"What do you mean?" She asks, sitting up and narrowing her eyes at me.

"We're done. I'm breaking up with you and take this anymore." I say staring her straight in the eye.

"You can't do that, I'll-" She starts.

"You know what, I don't give a shit! I could care less about what anyone thinks about me!" I shout standing back up.


"You'll regret this." She hisses.

"Bite me." I respond smashing her door closed.

Notes

Hey guys :3 Bri's thoughts though :O comment whatcha think?!