Bite Me

One Problem Down-Another One To Go

 

Twenty Eight-One Problem Down-Another One To Go

When I woke up this morning, I was trying to keep my mind of Nell and Charles. It’s was working great, until I found the ‘surprise’ in the living room, which shattered my heart into millions of pieces. Seriously, I could hear it like a light bulb breaking.

Charles sitting on the couch.

With a girl who’s practically rubbing herself onto him.

I stare at them, my face emotionless. They stare back, Charles’s face emotionless and the whore’s face smug. “Sorry for interrupting you.” My voice hoarse, I slowly back out of the room, away from here.

So much for trying to keep my mind of Charles.

“Nora!” I hear Charles call out, but I’m already running. The girl says something like ‘no, stay here with me’ but I ignore that and run. I run out the kitchen door, out to the field, and start running towards the forest, if Bones is there or not.

But, of course, I get stopped.

“Nora! You cant go out there! Are you crazy?” Bart stops me, dragging me towards the house.

“Don’t bring me back to the living room. Please.” I beg and sob. “Did you see Charles?”

He frowns at me. “No,” He drags out the ‘o’, “why? What did he do?”

“He’s making out with some hoe!”

Bart’s eyes turn to anger. “What? That ass! How could he do that to you?” We reach the kitchen and he darts inside to the living room, hissing profanities at Charles. I sit in the kitchen, trying to control my flowing tears. Edward comes in and sees me, automatically flying to my rescue.

“What’s wrong?”

I shake my head, wiping away the tears with the back of my hand. “Nothing. I-”

“Oh. Edward, the secret boyfriend is already comforting her, Bart. I’m not needed here.” Charles’s voice says flatly. We both look over to see him standing there, he also looking hurt. Yeah, your not the only one buddy.

I stand up, my eyes narrowed. “I would never cheat. Ever. So you cant take your hoe, and shove her up your ass, if you already haven’t done that.” I push past him, walking up to my room and slamming the door, not caring if I’m alone. I let the tears flow freely this time.

I mean how could he? Yes, he sort of broke up with me, but then again, he never actually said the words. So that means I’m still dating him. And yeah, it hurts. Like getting shot everywhere in your body type of hurt.

The yelling downstairs doesn’t help much, just gets me more upset. If Nell were here, she would tell me how to help the pain. I wasn’t much of a dater, Nell was. Yeah, I had the crushes, the dates, and about three boyfriends, but that was it. Nell, she had over 30. I didn’t even think that was humanly possible.

Some were just flings while some were serious. I’ve never had a really serious relationship until now, and Nell knows how to cope with the break up. Not me. The yelling downstairs falls silent and I go to my bathroom to freshen up.

My eyes are now a puffy red color, with black mascara falling down my cheeks. My hair is all messed up from running my fingers through it, and my nose is slightly red.

“I’m a mess.” I mutter while I clean my face off with cold water.

I turn the water off and re-do my makeup, making sure that I wont cry again.