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"See you tonight." Gwen snickered.

While on the way to my house, Gwen and Bridgette has been making fun of me since Duncan claimed he's going to see me tonight. Which he's NOT because he doesn't even know where I live.

"He's not coming over. He doesn't even know where I live!" I repeated out loud.

"So when he comes over, do you think he's going to let you touch his piercings?" Said Gwen ignoring my comment.

"No because I won't be seeing him." I gritted my teeth. "Besides, I'm pretty sure he was joking."

"I don't know, I think he will come," said Bridgette.

"He won't because he doesn't know where I live!" I nearly yelled.

Both Bridgette and Gwen just laughed. I groaned.

"Anyways, tomorrow after school, the annual Wawanakwa fair is going on. Do you guys want to go?" Bridgette asked.

The Wawanakwa fair is this big event basically celebrating the crappy city for existing. But I go every year because the food isn't half bad and the rides are pretty fun. But this year it doesn't seem so tempting.

"Can't, I have to do this research project with this some guy." I said.

"Come on Court you can do the project another time," pleaded Bridgette.

"I can't just bail on him." I said acting like a cared about curtsey. But really I just don't want to go to the stupid fair.

"Who's your partner anyways." asked Gwen.

"This guy name Mike."

"Mike as in Mike Anderson the new kid." asked Gwen

"Uhh yeah?"

"Wow Courtney I didn't see you as the type of girl to hang out with jail boys." said Gwen.

"It's just for a project for History and for the last time I won't be seeing Duncan tonight." I said getting irritated.

"Getting a little too defensive Courtney." Gwen smirked.

"UGH!" I yelled. And of course, they both laughed again.

"Not to judge a book by its cover, but Mike doesn't look like a guy who took time," said Bridgette.

"Yeah and he kind of looks like someone but I just can't figure out who," said Gwen.

I do have to agree with them. He looks familiar. Like I've seen him at a grocery store or maybe sometime when I was little. But I just can't put my finger on it.

I shrugged "I don't know."

About 10 minutes later, we arrived at my house. I said my goodbyes to Bridge and Gwen and walked up to the front door

"Hey! Tell Duncan we said hi," yelled Gwen.

I gave her a glare while she smirked at me. I saw Bridgette waved goodbye and then drove off. I sighed.

I opened the door to see that no one was home. Home… can I even consider this to be my home still? It just felt like a building where I feed, bathe and sleep at. Well, the definition of a home is just a place where you live at so I guess this is still a "home" It's just not a" happy" home. It's never been since my mom died.

Which was exactly a year ago.

My mother was buried at the Georgefields cemetery. I visited her only once which was at her funeral. As for my dad, he never showed up.

I dragged my legs to the living room and sat down on the couch. I know for a fact, my dad won't be home until midnight. Since last year, my father basically married his work. He would wake up in the morning, have breakfast, go to work for the whole entire day, come home and sleep. I haven't had a decent conversation with him and the only time I've seen him has been mornings.

I turned on the TV and watched some re-runs of old sitcoms. I wasn't paying much attention because I've already watched these shows a million times.

I suddenly lifted my head looking at the staircase. A few feet is where my mom died only a year ago. I haven't been in there since then. I'm tempted to go up and just see her bedroom. To see what it looks like. To see if it has blood stains on the carpet. To see maybe she left a letter and hid it somewhere. The police said that there wasn't a trace on the reason why she killed herself. But maybe she hid the letter so nobody couldn't find it except for me. Maybe there is a place in her room that is either special that only I or my father would know about.

But my mind is coming to a blank.

I then felt a sudden rage of anger inside of me. Anger I haven't felt before even when my mother died. I felt my face go hot, my hands balled up into fist. Why did my mom have to kill herself? What have I done to make her give up her life? She could at least leave a note. Why did she have to just leave without saying goodbye?

I was breathing hard. I put my head down to my knees, grabbed a pillow and started squeezing it. I felt hot tears run down my eyes. I shot up from my spot and grabbed the nearest thing, which happens to be a picture frame, and smashed it on the ground. I was sobbing uncontrollably and I had so much rage still in me. I grabbed another thing, a vase, and threw it at the wall. I kept destroying more valuables, releasing my anger. I let out screams while yelling "Why did you do this to me!"

I hate my mother. I hate what she did.

I now envied my dad because he doesn't care. He doesn't think of her all the time. He has no emotions. But I get to live with these unwelcomed feelings.

I fell on the floor and curled into a ball while still having fresh tears coming from my eyes. My throat feels dry and it's starting to hurt but I don't care. I just sat there, on the carpet floor, while my body is shaking.

3 Hours later

I'm still on the floor. My throat feels like its shut tight, my head is throbbing, and my stomach hurts from crying too much.

I then hear a door bell. It must be UPS or something like that so I decided to ignore it. A sudden pain shot to my hand. There was a piece of glass stuck in it. I cursed myself but still didn't move.

The doorbell rings again.

I wonder where my mom is. Is she in heaven or hell? Does she feel anything right now? And I wonder about her death and why she chose the hanging option. Did it hurt? Did she feel any pain?

Death doesn't sound so bad right now.

Maybe I'm dreaming. Maybe this is a dream I'm stuck in and I can't get out.

I heard the door open. So my dad came home early. Now he will see me in this state and maybe start talking to me. Orr maybe he'll yell at me for smashing all the valuables. I smile weakly at myself.

But the person who came in the room wasn't my dad.

It was Duncan.

Questions started flooding in my mind. What is here doing here? How did he get here? How did he know where I live? Why is he in my house. Had he ever heard of a doorbell? Ok well he did use it but still.

I was about to ask these questions until he interrupted me. "What the fuck Courtney?" I looked up and saw his unnatural eyes were wide opened.

I still didn't move though. Maybe he'll leave realizing that he entered a mad house.

But he walked over to me and lifted me up from my balled position. I suddenly burst into tears again. I can't believe this arrogant delinquent is seeing me like this. He's probably going to mock me. I just want him to leave and let me live my misery.

I wanted to yell at him to put me down but my throat was too tight too speak.

And then my eye lids became heavy and dozed off.

I woke up in my bed.

I glanced at my clock and it said it was did I even get into my bed?

I saw that my hand was wrapped up. Then the memories came flooding back to me: Me on the carpet floor crying, glass being shattered, Duncan seeing m-

DUNCAN!

I got up and ran downstairs to see him watching TV looking bored. He then glanced up and saw me.

"Hey" he said casually.

I don't even know what to say. I just stood there dumbly.

"Have a nice nap?" he added.

"How did you know where I live?" I questioned

"Not important?" He said nonchalantly.

"Not Important?" I laughed. "What do you mean not important? You drove over here somehow knowing where I live, broke into my house and now you're sitting in my living room couch watching TV and acting like this is normal? "

All the asshole did was smirked.

"Everything is about right except for the breaking in part. The door was unlocked so I technically didn't break in."

"Whatever! How did you know where I live?" I feel like I've thought and asked this question too many times.

"Again, not important." He got up from the couch and went to my kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and handed me a water bottle with some carrots. "Here you should eat and drink. You were out for a while."

I seriously cannot believe this!

"When are you leaving?" I snapped.

"When we discuss what happened."

Oh god. I don't want to talk about what he saw. I can't believe he saw me at my lowest.

"There is nothing to discuss. Now If you don't mind, can you please get out of my house."

"No" He sat down and ate some of the carrots.

"NO?"

He looked me right in my eyes." No. I walked in your house-"

"Which you weren't invited." I interrupted.

"-and I see you on the floor in a fetal position, crying with glass surrounding you. And you expect me to act like that was normal?"

"And you expect me to believe that it's normal for a guy that I just met today, can come to my house without permission and refuse to leave?" I retorted.

He chuckled. "Guess you make a good point, guess were both kind of abnormal."

I let out an exaggerated sigh.

It was silent for a couple of minutes but then I remember something that has been gnawing my brain.

"What did you mean when you said that I have secrets that I don't even know about myself?"

He smiled. "Keep thinking about it."

I let out a groan. I can't get anywhere with this guy.

I looked to the living room, still seeing all the broken glass. I didn't realize how much stuff that I destroyed. All those frames, statues, and vases demolished. God, what is my father going to think? He probably won't even notice since he's only home in the mornings.

"Today must suck for you huh?" Duncan asked.

What does that mean? "What do you mean?" I repeated out loud.

He looked over at me. "Don't play dumb Courtney, it doesn't suit you." Duncan said.

"I'm not playing dumb." I snapped.

"Well it sure sounds like it." He rolled his eyes. "Anyway what I mean is that today must suck because it's the day that your mother died." He said it like it was everyday talk.

I can feel myself going pale. How does he know about that? He just moved here. It must've been people at school. Probably Lindsey Brookes or Sierra Hyland, they are always gossiping. Or maybe it was Heather Phan who is the biggest bitch at our school. Of course it was her.

"I though you said you shouldn't always believe in rumors?" I said rather quickly.

"I don't." he said.

I glared at him. He was really getting on my nerves. I just want him to get out so I can go into my room and never come out again.

"Leave." I said angrily

"Why, so you can sleep in your room for the rest of your life?" repeating my thoughts. "Do you know how your mother died?"

My eyed widened at the random question.

I balled my fists." I don't think that is any of your business."

"Chill princess it's just a simple question."

I bit my lip and looked down. "She killed herself."

When I look up to see his reaction, he looked utterly confused but didn't say anything.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Don't pity me."

He smiled. "I'm not. You don't need people's sympathy. You're too good for that."

"You don't know me well enough to think that."

He let out a laugh. "How about we go out this weekend so that I could get to know you better?

"You know, they are dozens of other girls at school who would die if you asked them out being with your bad boy look. Why don't you go bother them?" I said being annoyed by his flirting.

"Nah."

"So what you're saying is that you want to go on a date with a mentally unstable mess?" I questioned.

He let out a laugh and began to walk out the door. But before he left, he turned his head. "Princess, we all have baggage." He then opened the door and just left without explaining what he meant.

After Duncan FINALLY left, I went upstairs to my room. I'm still pissed that Duncan saw me at my weakest point. I only met this guy for less than a day and I already want to murder him.

I automatically went straight to my bed, not even bothering to change into my pajamas. I kept thinking about today. I kept thinking about my mother.

I suddenly heard my cell phone vibrating on my dresser. I looked at my clock and saw it was 11:15. I groaned. I grabbed my phone and saw I have 4 messages: Two from Bridgette, 1 from Gwen and one from an unknown number.

Hey this is Mike from school from history class. I got your number from one of ur friends. Anyways I forgot to give u my address for tomorrow when you come over. My address is 32333 Baltic Lane. If u can't find it, just text me.

Have a good night

PS: Sorry for texting u so late!

Ugh! I forgot about the stupid project. I still don't understand why we couldn't just do this on our own. Now I have to go to his house and see his chirpy attitude self.

I just remember something.

Mike is Duncan's brother.

Well step brother.

Great! I get to see THAT imbecile again.

Tomorrow is going to be a long day.