Chapter 8: Gwen
I was thinking about Duncan. He's such a good kisser. Wait—why am I even thinking this?? We're just friends. I thought trying to reassure myself. The doorbell was ringing, and I had a pretty good idea who it was. Yes, I thought as I peered through the window, I was unfortunately correct. I opened the door. I was in a bad mood and I felt like kicking some ass.
"Trent?" I asked, "Why are you here?"
"To speak my mind."
"I didn't know you had a mind!" I said as I smirked.
"I do and I'm going to speak what's in it."
"You said that already peewee brain."
"Fine then, I've called you everyday after the breakup. It's been really hard on me. You never pick up, and when 'you' finally pick up I get some retard that calls me a stalker because I've been trying to get a hold of you for the entire week!"
"And your saying this is my fault that you called the wrong number? I told you a week ago that my number is 926-7615!!"
"Before the breakup? Or should I say the worst day of my life?"
"Yeah it was before the breakup! It was hard on me too! You think I like dumping my boyfriend that I've been dating for two years?? Do you??" I screamed.
"Then why did you dump me?"
"Trent," I sighed, "I really don't want to have this conversation."
"Answer the question."
"I told you a week ago, I love you, but you're honestly too obsessed. I don't want you as a boyfriend but can we still be friends?"
"Friends." Trent concluded. We shook hands and Trent left. I shut the door and sighed a sigh of relief. I loved Duncan, and I really didn't feel bad over the breakup, but the memories were now flooding into my head. How he used to stroke my black and blue hair and call me his baby, how we used to take long walks in Greenway Park, how—wait a minute, if I wanted to break up with him, why was I feeling this? In my room, I sat on my bed and started thinking. Would Total Drama Action feel weird with Trent? Then, I realized why I first fell in love with Trent. He reminded me of my dad. Trent was nice, gentle, caring and would do anything that would make me happy! I was feeling mixed emotions, sadness, anger, remorse, I wasn't sure I liked this. I wonder what Dad would've told me to do. I thought. He would've said, Pumpkin, do whatever your heart tells you to do. Do you truly love this boy even he's annoying, or do you dislike him enough to break up with him? This got me thinking, I really did miss Trent, I would have to suck it up. I really missed my dad now too. I remembered the fateful night like it was yesterday; the fire robbed me of my home, my belongings, my dog, Moonlight, and my father. I remembered the events just as clearly too: I smelled smoke, and I awoke with a start. Flames were licking at my door. I burst through it and instantly started to choke. "Mom, Dad," No answer. "Mom, Dad!" I called again. "Pumpkin, I'm over here." I heard my father say. "Dad I'm coming." A fit of coughing wracked my body. "Pumpkin, get out of here!!" my father yelled. "Dad, NO!!" A strong hand grabbed my shoulder. "No let me go!! My dad's in here!" "Take it easy." The voice tried to reassure me, he didn't but he pulled me out anyway and pulled me out. I thrashed and fought, but in the end my father died. I stood by the mailbox crying and yelling for my dad. I heard his last words call from the house: "Gwen, I love you!" I never did much of anything after that; I turned Goth. That was only three years ago. I thought. That night, I cried myself to sleep.
(A.N: That's why I rated this story T, because of language. You'll see later on in the story.)
