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Day two in the Uley household, and so far I haven't experienced any form of violence or sexual harassment. Bonus. The weather has been shit, raining at least once a day, and I haven't been able to have some time to myself. I am one of those people who like to be by myself about sixty per cent of the time, I find lots of people annoying so I like to rant about it to myself. I know, I know.
I have no life.
School once again was pretty uneventful. I steered clear from Rachel, as the death glare that she gave to me at the start of school when I walked in with Camp Steroids looked pretty hostile. I must admit, she has a pretty good glare, not as good as me of course. Paul kept staring at me like I was the center of the universe, one day I'm going to ask him what the hell his problem is.
Also, I noticed that there is always a few of the group missing whenever we are at school or at Emily's, and whoever are gone always come back with no shirt or no shoes. I really don't want to know what they are doing...
I just have the need to be away from these people, away from Kim –although she is extremely nice, away from Emily, away from Seth, and FAR away from Paul.
So as I drove with Kim back to Emily's, I decided to ask for some space. Even though it's only been two days.
"Hey, Kim?" I turned to said girl who was concentrating very hard on the road, as always. "Can you drop me off in town for a while? I need to, uh, get some new clothes."
"Your wallet is in your locked house." Kim deadpanned. Okay, so she is not completely stupid.
"Whatever, so can I just go into town for a while? You know, see the sights and what-not? You can't keep me at that house forever." I stared at her, trying to convince her with my mind.
"Well... I don't know, Paul might not want you to-"
"WHAT IS IT WITH THIS GUY!? DO I NEED A PERMISSION SLIP FROM HIM TO DO WHAT I WANT!?" I yelled and slammed my fist into the dash board. I better not do that again, shit freaking hurts.
"Okay, chill out-"
"DON'T TELL ME TO CHILL! I REFUSE TO BE CONTROLLED BY SOME MOODY TEENAGER WHO TAKES SOME SORT OF DRUGS!"
"Alright-"
"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CAR IF HE WANTS ME TO DO SOMETHING? Huh? Huh? NO."
"OKAY!" Kim screamed and I immediately stopped my rant. "Okay, I will take you to the town center. Just meet call me when you want to be picked up."
"Thank you." I said gruffly, and looked out the window.
"God, you are so much like Paul." Kim muttered under her breath, and I glared at her. I am nothing like that freak.
I took in a breath to start another argument –I am always ready to argue- but Kim pulled into a parking spot right next to a donut shop with a huge plastic donut on the roof (1). I'm pretty sure Kim did that to tease me about not having any money. I'll get her back some day.
"Bye!" She yelled as I got out of the car, slamming the door behind me as she sped off down the road, I could a glimpse of her smug look and let out a low growl.
Ew...
I'm starting to sound like Paul with all the growling...
I wandered along the pavement on the side of the road, letting out a rare genuine smile as I passed a cute little vintage shop. They have always fascinated me. I strolled into the shop for a look around, and was greeted by a soft smell of lemons. It was a little dark in the shop but was immediately lit up by the beautiful silk clothing and the small hand-woven jewellery. I went straight for the jewellery and was inspecting a large woven hair clip made from small brown beads and some sort of red material, when an obviously Greek old lady came up behind me.
"You like?" Her accent was thick and she had a glass eye that was fixed in one direction.
"Yes, I do." I gave her a small smile before putting the clip back. "But unfortunately I have no money."
"Take it." She said, staring intently at me.
"Oh no, I can't pay for it-"
"Take it." She insisted. "You have beautiful hair, be shame not to take it. Pay me another day."
Yeah... this is slightly weird, but okay.
"Okay... if you're sure. I will come back, I promise." I hesitated, and then took the clip out. I pulled the front of my hair back and then fastened the clip at the back of my head. "Thanks."
"My pleasure."
I wandered out of the shop and down the street taking in all the sights and ignoring the people who smiled in hello to me. I kind of stood out since eighty per cent of the people in La Push are freaking native Indians. Tanned skin, dark eyes and dark hair are none of my features. My skin is a very light brown, my eyes are a boring grey, and my hair is dark blonde.
I am kind of like a beacon of light, it's a bit awkward.
My day dreams are woken by a screeching of tyres. Everyone, including me, turned to look at an old blue car that looks to be travelling a mile a minute and screeches to a stop right beside me, nearly rolling onto me.
...Can you imagine my thoughts right now?
Oh. My. God.
SERIAL KILLER ALERT! SERIAL KILLER ALERT! ABORT! ABORT! ABORT! ABORT!
My whole body sags in relief when I see that it's Paul jumping out of the car. Wow. Never imagined that I would ever be glad to see Paul of all people, well I guess there's a first time for everything.
"Dude, what the hell? You nearly killed me!" I yelled at him, but was a bit hesitant about the way his body was vibrating and his eyes had a wild look in them. "Uhh..."
"Get in the car!" He demanded, but I, along with pretty much everyone who was around this area, just stared at him. "NOW!" He bellowed and I jumped into the car, my breathing heavy and my heart beating in my chest.
Oh fuck, is he going to kill me? Who kills someone when all they did was go into told without telling the hall monitor? But somehow, I knew this wasn't about going into the town. His eyes looked panicked and his whole body was tensed. What in the world is going on?
"What's going on?" I voiced my thoughts quietly as we sped out of town, cringing at the speed we were going. "Where are we going?"
"Away from here." Paul said through clenched teeth, his body started shaking violently and the hairs on his arms stood up.
To tell you the truth, I am scared.
Very scared.
My hands started quivering and I held them tightly between my legs to stop Paul from seeing. I am stuck in a car with a psycho maniac driver who looks like he is about to explode from anger, and I have no idea where I am going or why.
"Take me back." I tell Paul, my voice a lot stronger than I felt. "Take me back to Emily's."
"No." Paul replied, his hands squeezing even tighter on the steering wheel.
"Take me back. Right. Now. Or else I swear I will open my door and jump out." I threatened, wishing my glaring could make a hole in his brain.
"NO. I am not letting you go back, it's too dangerous." He glared right back at me, and I instantly worried for my safety at the speed we were driving.
"WHAT IS TOO DANGEROUS?! WHY WON'T YOU TELL ME ANYTHING!?" I screamed at him, bordering on hysteria. Oh my god I am going to die in here, either from a car crash or being murdered by this asshole who won't take me back.
"JUST BECAUSE! I'M DOING THIS FOR YOU OWN GOOD!" He yelled back and swerved the car away from hitting a tree at the last second. I screamed and held my hands up in front of my face.
"YOU ARE GOING TO KILL BOTH OF US YOU IDIOT, TURN THE DAMN CAR AROUND!"
"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST TRUST ME?!" Paul bellowed, he closed his eyes as if he was in pain.
"Tell me, oh great one, WHEN HAVE YOU GIVEN ME AT LEAST ONE REASON TO TRUST YOU?!" I screamed at him and then turned my head towards the window. Jerk. My hand reached to the door handle, fully prepared to open it and face the consequences, when Paul skidded to a stop. My head banged up against the dashboard and a searing pain went through my skull. Or cranium, if you want to be scientific.
"Just take me back you fucking asshole." I muttered as I held my head. Why is it that I am so injury prone? I am always constantly getting hurt, it's a miracle I'm not dead yet.
Just as Paul was about to answer, my phone started to ring. I reached down into my jeans pockets to retrieve it. I guess I could have called someone before, ah well.
"Wassuuup." I droned into it, cringing as my head started to throb.
"Is this Michelle?" An unfamiliar deep voice asked, actually, it sounds kind of familiar.
"Yes..." I answered hesitantly, well aware of Paul's eyes on me. "And who is this."
"This is Sam Uley." Super. "You can get Paul to take you back to Emily's house now, it's all good."
... The fuck?
All good? Bitch I nearly died and probably have a concussion, it is definitely not all good.
"That's super great, Sam Uley." I said sarcastically, "But could you do me a favour and tell me what the hell is going on?"
Before I could get my answer, I was interrupted by the telltale sound of a dial tone. Well fine.
"Rude, he hung up on me." I scowled at Paul's raised eyebrow; the little faggot didn't even realize he smashed my head in. "Mr. In Charge says you can take me home now, apparently everything is 'all good'."
I was tempted to say, 'Take me home, your pimp is calling' but that probably wouldn't help my situation very much. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish Mom was came back home. That reminds me, I need to call her to yell at her. I dialed her number into my phone and waited; Paul had started up the car and was going back the way we had come. At last I could hear my Mom's irritating voice through the speaker.
"Shelly dear, is everything alright? You only ever call me if it's an emergency or to yell at me, and since I'm not at home to do something wrong, it's an emergency isn't it? What's wrong? Did someone break in? IS MY VASE GONE?!"
"Just, shut up will you?" I sighed, this is going to be a long phone call.
"I beg your pardon-"
"Uh, no I beg your pardon. You locked me out of the house and left me to die in the streets." I snapped and inwardly rejoiced at stunning her into silence. "Don't fret dear, I found somewhere to stay. Thank GOD, otherwise I would have walked all the way to Florida to rip your hair from your skull-"
"You are so violent."
"-And then I would have poisoned your nail polish with acid so it would make the skin of your fingers fall off."
"You are disgusting."
"Thanks love. Now when are you coming back?" I gave a sidewards glare at Paul, who was watching my conversation with an extremely amused look on his face. "Don't think you're off the hook, I still demand answers on what happened today." I whispered to him, holding the phone away from my mouth. Paul just narrowed his eyes. His body was relaxed and he no longer had the rabid animal look in his eye.
Weird.
"Who are you talking to, honey? Is there someone there? Is it a boy? What's his name? Is he cute? How old-"
"Oh, no I'm just talking to some poison ivy that I found on my walk in the forest. They are truly a terrible plant." Paul stuck his tongue out at me, I just rolled my eyes. What a child. How old is Paul anyways? 18? 19?
"...I do not understand you. Anyways, you will never IMAGINE who I met in Florida! Guess! Guess!" She sounded genuinely excited, an odd thing for her. It was usually the fake fan girl squeal, yes my Mother is forty one and she has a fan girl scream. How am I not adopted?
"Madonna." I deadpanned.
"Not even close!"
"Whatever. Just tell me, you're wasting my credit."
"Your Father!"
"...What?" My voice went raspy all of a sudden, emotion clogging my throat.
"I know! How great! I invited him for dinner the day after I come home, which is in three days. He looks exactly the same! Oh honey we are going to have the best family reunion, he is so excited to meet you!"
My breathing became shallow, and my head was throbbing again. Dad, he... he can't come back. He left us when we needed him and he can't just decide to come for fucking dinner when he feels like a visit.
"Mom! You can't let him-"
"Now, now darling, he said he has changed. He's ready to come back and meet you and help you with the transition from high school to college or whatever you want to do."
"I don't need him! He wasn't here when you were always going out and I was left at home, or when I needed help with homework, he can't just decide to jump in now and be Super Daddy. It doesn't work like that!" I yelled, making my head hurt even more. God, I hate this pace.
"Sorry darls, I've got to go and go shoe shopping with the gals. Have fun!"
"Hey! I haven't finished yet!"
"Bye." She ended the call and I threw my phone against the dashboard, smashing it into a billion pieces. I stared at the floor of the car in shock.
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! MY PHONE! NOOOOOOOOO!" I wailed curling into a ball on my seat and trying not to burst into tears at all the drama in my life at the moment. Who does not lose the plot if they smash there phone by accident? Well it was sort of by accident. I guess that'll teach me for acting on impulse. I LOVED THAT PHONE!
"Are you alright?" Asked a quiet voice and a warm hand touched the top of my head, I forgot he was here. I was going to slap his hand away, but it was strangely comforting so I pretended I didn't feel anything.
"Just take me back so I can go to sleep and go into a coma." I said softly, hoping he didn't miss the coma part so he can feel guilty for killing me.
"Okay." He replied and the car revved harder. Okay, so he wants to get me home faster so I can die, or the fact that he is the one who caused the supposed concussion was lost in his idiotic brain.
Finally, he pulled into Emily's driveway. As soon as the car stopped I jumped out, ignoring the worried looks from Paul as I nearly fell over from dizziness, marched through the front door, ignored Kim's questions on how I was and why I looked like a wreck –I nearly ended up being a train wreck- and stormed up the stairs and into the room where I was sleeping last night. I slammed the door shut as hard as I could and felt a fraction of satisfaction at the silence from downstairs.
That's how I roll, bitch.
I waited until some talking started, and then made my way to the door to listen in to what really happened today.
(1) Just like the donut off Ironman 2, when Nick Fury says: "Sir! I have to ask for you to exit the donut!" When Tony is sitting on it.
Just thought, you know, you could have a bit of a visual. ;)
Another chapter done! I am going to try and update faster, but I have lots of school work to do so it won't be consistent.
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Oh did anyone pick up that I used the 'DON'T TELL ME TO CHILL' line that Paul said last chapter? If so, you bloody genius.
Thanks for being such awesome readers,
Adios.
