“Star, how could you do this to me?” He demanded.
“Do what?” I hadn’t done anything wrong.
His eyes darkened,“You’re cheating on me”
“What! With who?” I exclaimed. That was a complete lie.
“Some boy named Dylan. A friend of mine saw you two together looking rather friendly.” He growled.
“B-but that’s a lie! I would never cheat on you, I love you!” I tried to tell him, but he wasn’t listening.
“Who’s Dylan? How is he so much better than me, that you would choose him over me?” He demanded, rising his voice for the very first time at me.
I cowered away from him, I’ve never seen him like this, and It’s terrifying.
“H-he’s my b-best fr-friend.” I stuttered.
“Don’t lie to me! I know you’re lying!” He screamed, rising his fist and swinging it towards me.
I cried out in pain and shock as his hand connected with my jaw.
I can’t believe he hit me, I thought he loved me.
Tears of pain and heartbreak started falling down my cheeks as I tried to curl up as small as possible, hoping to disappear.
“I’m telling the truth.” I sobbed.
“You’re a lying, filthy bitch. I can’t believe I love a disgusting human like you.” He spat.
Love? This isn’t love. If he loved me he’d never hit me.
There was no more words exchanged after that. His punches said it all.
Then he took out a knife. I whimpered and tried to crawl away but he quickly pinned me on my stomach.
I screamed as I felt a blade cut into my back, but it didn’t last long because the pain knocked me out.
I shot up in bed, tears and sweat dripping down my cheeks.
Not again, I haven’t had a nightmare in five months.
I looked at my alarm clock. 6:00 a.m.
I sighed and got out of bed, I won’t be able to get back to sleep after that nightmare so I might as well get up.
I looked around my room for something to distract me, and the bonsai tree, Antonio, caught my eye.
I remember Mr. Willis telling us that talking to our tree could be very therapeutic, I might as well give it a try, right?
I explained my nightmare to the tree, and when I was finished I actually felt a little bit better.
I liked how I could tell the tree about my past and I wouldn’t get a look of pity from it, it wouldn’t tell me how sorry it was, and it wouldn’t treat me like I was about to break into a million pieces.
I hated when people did that. I was still the same person, I didn’t change much after everything happened.
So when people told me how sorry they were it infuriated me, it wasn’t their fault so why say sorry?
Or when they gave me those god awful pity looks, I don’t need your pity. It’s not going to erase what happened to me.
And worst of all, when they start to act differently around me, like I would break at any second. I wasn’t some fragile glass doll, I’m strong, I went through all of that suffering and yet I’m still standing, so don’t treat me differently. It just reminds me of everything that happened with him.
I looked over at my alarm clock again and it read 7:25 a.m. Crap, I should be getting ready if I don’t want to be late for school.
I rushed into my closet after taking the world’s fastest shower, and pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white tank top, and a black leather jacket.
Yeah sometimes I like to pull off the badass look, so what? It fits how I feel right now anyway.
Lastly I put on a thin coat of mascara and blow dried my hair. I had to leave it in its natural waves since I was now out of time.
“Have you been taking good care of Antonio?” Damon asked half way through environmental awareness class.
This was the first time he’s spoken to me today, surprisingly.
“Yup. And I’ve even been keeping him company by talking to him.” I replied without bothering to look at him. I was trying to pay attention to what Mr. Willis was saying, but I don’t think that’s going to last very long.
“Ha, you spoke to a tree. Wow I guess you really are lonely.”
Oh no he didn’t.
“If anyone’s lonely it’s you. I have a boyfriend, where’s your girlfriend?” I pointed out.
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“As a matter of fact, I have a beautiful girlfriend named Tina.” Damon stated proudly but I saw right through his lie.
Whenever he lied he would clench his fists, and blink two times fast.
“I call your bluff. The only significant woman in your life is your mom.” I stated, a little louder than necessary, causing the people around us to snicker.
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“At least I’m not dating someone just for popularity.” He defended himself.
If that were true he would totally get a point, too bad it’s a total lie!
“You use girls all the time to satisfy your ‘needs’.” I pointed out, using air quotes when I said needs.
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Wow I’m on fire.
“You know what, how did we even get onto this topic? I thought we were talking about how insane to are?” Damon asked, changing the subject not so subtly.
“How about we just stop talking to each other altogether.” I suggested, turning my attention back to the teacher, effectively ending our argument.
But ten minuets before class ended Damon spoke again, this boy just couldn’t leave me alone today, could he?
“You really should stay away from Dylan, he’s my best friend and it’s gross that he’s dating you.”
Again with the freaking insults! It’s like the fourth grade all over again. But I went along with it anyway.
“You’re just jealous that I’m dating Dylan.” I stated confidently.
“What the hell do you mean?” He looked at me like I grew an extra head.
Ha, he wouldn’t be looking at me like that after my next comment.
“Well obviously your secretly in love with Dylan and want him all to yourself.” I declared, making my voice as serious as possible. “Not that that’s wrong or anything, I actually think its cute.”
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The look on his face was priceless, his eyes were wide in horror, his jaw dropped and his face was more pale than usual.
“I-I, what the hell!” He yelled.
The whole class turned to look at us with interest.
I couldn’t keep it together any longer, and burst out laughing. I laughed so hard I fell off my chair.
Usually Damon would have laughed at that but he was still in shock from what I said.
“Mr. Blake, Miss. Mackenzie, detention after school for disrupting the class.” Mr. devil informed us, just as the bell rang.
I groaned as I got off the floor.
“This is all your fault.” I hissed at Damon.
“What? You’re the one that called me gay, this is all your fault!” Damon exclaimed, running a hand through his dark hair in exasperation.
“Whatever, we’ll just agree to disagree on this one. See you in detention loser.” And with that I was out the door and on my way to the cafeteria.
“Hey babe.” Dylan greeted when I got to our lunch table.
As soon as I sat down he put his arm around my shoulders and pecked me on the lips.
Will I ever get use to all this affection from Dylan, my dream guy?
I heard someone slam their tray on the table beside ours and looked over to see Damon glaring angrily over at Dylan and I. Shocker.
Maybe he really was gay. I could set him up with Garrett. A smirk formed on my face as I though of Damon’s reaction if I tricked him into going on a date with my best friend.
“There’s a party at my house tonight, you’re going right?” Dylan suddenly asked.
It’s Friday night, why not live a little and go to a party? And did I really have a choice, it was my boyfriend’s party after all.
I nodded “Sure, I’d love to.”
He grinned at me “Perfect.”
“Garrett, is this dress good enough for the party?” I asked.
I spun around so he could see every angle of it.
I was wearing a tight, dark purple strapless dress that went down to my mid thigh, and a black bomber jacket.
I thought it was way too revealing, but Garrett insisted that I wear something like this since I was going to a party where every girl would be wearing even more revealing clothes than this.
“It’s perfect, you look foxy.” Garrett answered.
“Who says foxy anymore?” I asked, amusement dripping from my voice.
“Shut up, I do! Anyway, change of subject, what happened in detention with the Devil?” Garrett asked.
“Not much, we argued, he threw paper airplanes at me, we insulted each other, he told me to stay away from Dylan again. Same old, same old.” I told Garrett.
The only thing I left out was that Damon drove me home because I didn’t have a ride. Dylan drove me to school again today and I guess he forgot that I didn’t have a ride back home.
I was walking home when Damon pulled over and pretty much made me get in the car. Why he was being nice and driving me home? I’ll never know.
“I don’t know how you’ve put up with Damon for so long.” Garrett commented sympathetically.
I rolled my eyes “It isn’t easy.”
“Now lets do your hair and make up so we can start partying!” He exclaimed.
I swear the only time he acted “gay” was around me. But I like that he was comfortable enough to be unapologetically himself with me.
We talked about cute boys and school gossip as I did my make up while Garrett curled my hair to perfection, and twenty minutes later we were ready to go.
I slipped on a pair of black pumps and took one last look in the mirror. The outfit really didn’t look too revealing now that I saw it again.
I look all put together with my natural makeup and loosely curled hair, and I have to admit, I look pretty.
“C’mon, lets go girl, we don’t want to be late!” Garrett called from downstairs.
I quickly made my way downstairs and into Garrett’s car where he was now waiting.
Tonight was going to be one hell of a night.