A/N: Here's chapter two it focuses on Cristi, a teenaged girl and the relationship with her boyfriend. Thx to those who reviewed! The song this time is Call me when you're sober.
Cristi Grey sighed as she turned on her stereo, her boyfriend had just called and he was dead drunk again. As she cranked up the speakers she put on her favorite song.
Don't cry to me.
If
you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come
find me.
Make up your mind.
Cristi's usually smiling face had a scowl on it, this song was exactly how she felt right now. That bastard didn't care about her. He had dated her best friend while she was going out with him.
Should I let you
fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't
keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick
of the lie,
And you're too late.
And then he was always getting dead drunk and lying to her, the only alcohol Cristi had ever touched was for cleaning cuts and scrapes and she knew that she wouldn't drink until she could legally if then. She had experienced people being drunk too often so she might never drink. She had seriously considered letting him loose his rep, everything to help him. He was always lying to her and in some ways she was lying to herself but she had gotten fed up with it all.
Don't cry to me.
If
you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come
find me.
Make up your mind.
Cristi's scowl deepened as she thought about the time he tried to rape her little sister. He would be coming over soon, he always did. Cristi knew that she had to get him away from her and she planned to break up with him.
Couldn't take the
blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own
game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't
play the victim this time,
And you're too late.
Then after he tried to rape Sydney he denied it, he was sober then too. Cristi always thought that he must be fed up with loosing what he was supposed to be the best at. Ever since Sydney's attempted rape Cristi began to hate him, and she knew that he hated himself. And the next time he won't be able to play the victim, Cristi won't let him
Don't cry to me.
If
you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come
find me.
Make up your mind.
Now Cristi's scowl deepened even further as she remembered that boy that he used to hang out with, the one that she had stabbed when he tried to jump her. He was a real deadbeat just like her boyfriend is. She moved her switchblade from her back pocket to her front and waited for him to come. Then she got the things he had left at her house and threw them by the door. Four year old Nadia watched her sister curiously.
You never call me
when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.
He called again saying that he was finished drinking, for good. Still lying, Cristi knew it, she had heard it before. She was sure, she was breaking up with him. And she whispered some of the lyrics to herself "You never call me when you're sober." Then the doorbell rang, it was him.
How could I have
burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.
Cristi sighed, he was nice when he was sober but she couldn't take it. This wasn't paradise. And he wasn't hers. As she opened the door she bowed her head as he came in.
So don't cry to
me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to
me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.
She said "It's over get your things and get out of my house." And surprisingly he did and left. Cristi smiled to herself as she watched from the door. Nadia toddled over and held onto her leg and looked up at her sister and Cristi put her hand on top of her baby sister's head.