A Complicated Completion

n i n e t e e n - this stupid city

E L I Z A

I stomped up the stairs, trying to push my anger out of my feet. It was ineffective but still I did it anyways.

Josh was at the top of the stairs, his face ridden with confusion as he looked down on his angry little sister that had tears in her eyes.

My eyes scanned over him as he took a step down, looking as if he may come and approach me.

"Another reason I want to leave this stupid city!" I wanted my voice to sound powerful but overall you could hear the anger and pain more than anything else.

The opening of my dads office was heard, looking as if he was going to begin this same fight over for the seven hundredth time since I'd moved her but Josh stuck out his hand as if to say, not now.

This house wasn't home to me. They couldn't force me to live here, they couldn't force me to go to school. I'm over it, I want out. I should have never been sidelined by some stupid boy.

All boys are good for are quick shags then get off because I think they get turned on by breaking girls hearts.

Pfft. Heartbroken? Eliza get over your self you didn't even know this bloody boy and he's just like the rest.

Door slammed behind me, I could feel as Josh and Dad moved to the front bedroom to watch me speed away.

But instead when I entered my little Tesla, I didn't zoom off. I felt the tears that were trapped in the cell walls of my eyelids run free like fugitives. They ran fast and hard, trying their best to get all the way out because they had a feeling I would let them see the light of day for a while.

Taking a deep breath, I started the car. As fast as I could drove to Athena's. Breaking the speed limit wasn't a problem, I needed the exhilaration anyway.

I buzz her large gates, and stated my name, by now they were used to me. I'm sure whoever answered the intercom was sick of me by now, and itching for me to get the code so they didn't have to waste their time on 'hellos'.

Athena and Karims parents were hardly home, and spent most of their time in the Middle East. When they were home they spent most of their time out, so I never felt uncomfortable shouting.

"Athena," my voice scratched out. I hated what emotion did to your voice it was a tell tale sign of what someone is thinking, and lets others think they can help even if you don't want it.

I heard footsteps as I saw Karim, in his shorts and slides with a tight t-shirt on, a toothbrush in his mouth and his dark curly hair messy from sleeping.

"Not in," He sounded tired, he was clearly getting ready to sleep; again...

"Oh I'll go then," my voice sounded worse than before you could hear all my feelings, I shouldn't have spoke.

"No come up, sit with me," his smile was warm as I hesitantly made my way up the familiar staircase.

I'd been in Karims room before but Athena was always there and it felt kind of oddly comfortable with out her.

"What's happened?" He shouts from his en-suite whilst brushing his teeth, I loved his nonchalance when talking about problems, it made them more comfortable less serious.

It's true what people say, Karim is the best person for your problems. Even better than Pad, somehow everyone listens to Karim's advice.

"Well Tom was around at mine, and we were fine then my best friend from home came and he started acting funny, we argued and he called me Con," when saying things slowly like that it makes everything seem so out of proportion.

"What do you mean he called you Constance."

"Instead of my name he said hers."

"Better now than during sex," he smirked trying to make me laugh, "no seriously Eliza, did he say why was he annoyed?"

"He thinks my best friend loves me."

"Does he?"

"God no, he's my brother practically. He knows too much about me to love me, no one loves broken things and especially things that tend to break themselves."

Karims arm snakes around my shoulders, letting me bathe in his comforting presence.

"Look Eliza, Tommen on a whole is stupid, I bet you he's moping around now regretfully, and if you two like each other it was inevitable you were going to fight. Just let him come to you, and don't push him out. He's pushed himself away from everyone but us 3 when she left, you're someone new and someone better for him."

I smiled, Karim's words were sweet and truthful.

"I feel like such an idiot."

"You're just fiery."

"Something like that, well thank you for your wonderful advice."

I stood up to leave, I just wanted to wallow in pity. Or maybe wallow in a few drinks.

"You can stay if you want."

I gave him a quizzical look, I didn't even tell him about how I was planning to not go home.

I swear he's got telepathic powers.

"Yeah just stay in one of the guest rooms, I'll stay with you until you fall asleep."

"Thanks," I pulled him into a hug, "you don't even know what you've just done."

It's funny how I would of turned to a night out, filled with drugs and partying, i thought that was the remedy. To drown out my conscience and wake up in a hospital with hypothermia and alcohol poisoning. But no. Turns out sometimes talking is a remedy. One that I haven't even heard considered. One that's worked the best.

I left in the morning, texted Karim a thank you and hoped that the new day would be much better.