Mean Girls Don't Cry [short story completed]

41. mean girls dont cry

When Alexis said Amber never talked about her family; she meant she never talked about her family.

Because right now, Alexis was standing in front of an enormous house. The gates were beautiful. They were long and black with lights at the top of each spike on top of it. The gate was unguarded; which was weird because most houses like these would have security.

She entered the gates which opened to reveal a big pathway going through the middle of the yard that had hedges on each side leading right down to the front door. It was perfect. Everything was perfect.

She couldn't believe it, but then again, she couldn't believe half the things happening to her these past few months. She stopped in front of the house door and lifted her hand to ring the door bell but suddenly the door flung open making Alexis jump to the side.

She quickly stood in the corner to hide herself as she watched a man come of the house; a more older looking man.
He looked like he was in his late thirties early forties; basically he was old enough to possibly be a grand dad. Alexis frowned by still leaned back into the corner knowing she was hidden well.

"Thanks for coming," she heard a voice say. It wasn't familiar to her but she only guessed it was probably Ambers mom.

"Hey no problem." The older guy responded turning away from the door and digging his hand into his back pocket to reveal his car keys.

Then the door closed.

The older man walked along the pathway and out of the unguarded gate to his car; the same car that picked up Amber at school.

Alexis felt sick all of a sudden. Her stomach hurt and her throat became dry. She knew what this was. Garcia told her but she refused to believe it.

Taking a deep breath, she came out of the corner and stood in front of the door. She lifted her hand and rang the door bell.

After a few agonizing minutes, she heard footsteps and then the door was opened to reveal a woman she did not recognize but she could tell; She was just as beautiful but more older.

Ambers mom.

"Hey, I'm Alexis." She said bluntly. "I'm Ambers friend."

The woman looked at Alexis up and down before sighing and calling back into the house. She turned back around taking one more look at Alexis and immediately Alexis knew this woman didn't like her. Amber came running down the stairs with a robe around her thin body and her hair everywhere.
When she saw Alexis, she froze.

"Hey Amber." Alexis beamed looking past the mom who was practically burning holes into Alexis with her eyes.

Amber scoffed and quickly ran to the door telling her mom that it was alright. The mom backed away and spoke in a language to Amber; one where Alexis wished she understood at that moment. It sounded like it was French.

After the mom left, Amber came out of the house and closed the door behind them. "What are you doing here?" She hissed silently at Alexis.

"What do you mean what am I doing here? I was worried about you." Alexis said looking over Ambers face taking in her appearance and noticing she was wearing make up. Heavy make up.

"How'd you get my address?" Amber snapped and folded her arms not bothering that Alexis was worried.

"Garcia." Alexis simply stated.

Amber scoffed, "Alexis, you don't want to be here. Quit worrying about me. Just go home."

With that she turned around and walked back to the door.

"I know what you do Amber." Alexis called after her.

Amber stoped and turned around.

"What?" She asked.

"I know what your mom makes you do." Alex is repeated herself, this time walking to where Amber was.

Amber scoffed and walked even more closer to Alexis until they were mere inches apart. "You don't know me Alexis." She taunted slowly.

"Amber," Alexis sighed, "I'm not going to judge you. I know everything."

She let out a sickening laugh. "That's what they all say Alexis. That's what they all say." She retorted referring to what Alexis said about not judging her.

Alexis stood there feeling numb. No one knew the real story but Garcia knew some of it as well as some kids at school, but what Alexis really wanted to know; was the truth.

"Alexis, you don't want to be around someone like me. I'm a bad person. I hurt people, I stab them in the back, I don't have true friends. And even if I did want true friends and even if I didn't want to hurt people and stab them in the back, I wouldn't because my life won't let me. So no, you do not understand and you don't know anything about me."

"Amber, I just want to hel-"

"Help with what?" She yelled. "I'm fucked up Alexis. I'm a fucked up mess. You can't fix me ok? You're not a hero, you can't fix everyone. You've tried that once and it hasn't worked out has it?I'm already a goner. I have been and I'll keep being until I'm no more."

Alexis went silent putting her head down remembering Wendy's death.

Amber shook her head. "It's the way I make a living ok. Now just," she paused and swallowed, "go home. Please."

With that she turned around and stormed inside her house slamming the door behind her.

Alexis stood there and heard Garcia's voice play over in her head.

Before we spilt up we were good friends. Really good friends. Until one day Wendy told me never to hang around with her again. I don't know why because she refused to tell me.

Alexis felt sick.

A few months later everyone had pictures of Amber going around with a couple of old guys; it looked something like porn. We- at least I, not Wendy, tried asking her what that was but all she said was that her mom needed help. She said something like her mom made her do it. Before I could say anything else Wendy found us and told me to stay away from her. So we never hung out ever again. Whenever I brought back the topic about Amber, Wendy would get so angry. Until this day I still don't know what happened between them.

Alexis stood there and felt her heart break all over again. Amber was right, she couldn't fix everyone. After all, you can't pour from an empty glass.