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Escape to the Stars

Chapter 10: Holy crap.

"When did you plan to tell us?" Tom spat at me. What in the world were they talking about, and before I could get a word in he continued. "I cant believe you, I thought you were going to be different. I guess we were all wrong."

Just because it was Tom who was talking to me made me even more pissed off. "What the fuck are you talking about? Plan on telling you what exactly? That I'm a lousy singer? FYI I didn't think it was a big deal! So what if I cant sing?" What was going on?

"Quit playing dumb Phoebe! We know you know, cut the crap." Tom said again, more aggressive than the first time questioning me.

I let out an exasperated sigh, I was seriously clueless. "I honestly don't know what your talking about." I was tired of all these accusations.

Bill piped in. "Just chill out Tom, she don't know what you're talking about."

"You're only saying that because you like her," Tom bit back. "What happened to the promise us four made?"

"If we make a friend, that you don't completely trust, ditch them." Georg stated sadly.

"What are you guys talking about? We haven't even know each other for a week, I don't expect you all to trust me so quickly. Just like I don't trust you all." I shrugged simply.

"I knew there was something about you, just go the fuck away." Tom's voice was laced with venom. I narrowed my eyes at him then stood up slowly.

I faced everyone. "I guess this is how you all feel then isn't it? That I'm an untrustworthy bitch huh?" I spat towards everyone. Bill looked away guiltily, but didn't protest. Which made my heart burn. "Well, I can see I'm not wanted. I'll make it crystal clear that I wont bother you guys again. As for all you guys, you're hiding something, and I'll guarantee I'll figure it out." I said in a deathly tone. I wasn't in the mood to be messed with now.

I abruptly turned on my heels and headed for the front door. "Phoebes!" Bill called after me, taking hold of my arm. I jerked it back roughly.

"What?" I spat at him.

"Don't listen to Tom, he's just…"

I cut him off. "No, I think he's made himself very clear. You guys don't trust me. Whatever. And for the record, I have no clue why he's gotten so worked up, but I'll assure you this, I will find out." I said deadly.

"Phoebe!" Bill whined.

I sighed once before turning my back and walking out on them. Tears immediately fell from my sore eyes, what have I done? I didn't want to lose them as friends, but Tom just got to me too bad sometime. Why did he have to be such a trouble maker? They were my only friends here, and now I've lost them for some unknown reason to me. I knew all too well that I wasn't going to try to find out their secret, because I knew I would hate if they were to try to find out mine.

They would tell me when they were ready hopefully, just like I would tell people about mine when I was ready. I just hope they would talk to me when the time was right, because they were all probably pissed at me. What the hell am I trying to pull? I should be mad at them! I just didn't have it in me to argue at the moment. All I felt was rejection and loneliness, something I've been feeling a lot.

I sighed as my phone blared out Nirvana, I was in no mood to talk to anyone. I hit the ignore button. I came to my closed gate and let out a frustrated sigh. I wasn't in the mood to try to open the damn thing up! It frustrated me more than anything! I rattled it loudly, I tried kicking it, I tried the latch, nothing worked. "Dumb thing!" I whispered quietly. I leaned on it harshly and I felt it open slowly. "I hate you!" I whined towards it.

I didn't even try to close it, because it just pissed me off that bad. I even tripped up my porch steps! I just wasn't having a good night at all. And to top it all off, I was locked out! I must have left my spare key in my room, well it wasn't my fault, I didn't think we were going to have a falling out tonight. At least the back porch light was on and I didn't have to wallow around in complete darkness. Being alone in the dark scared be beyond anything, it made me feel alone and vulnerable. And to my surprise the porch light didn't go off.

I silently scolded myself, I needed to quit thinking like that before it did go out. I decided to just call my dad, he would know what to do. I dialed his number. Hopefully he wouldn't be as busy at work as he usually was.

He answered on my fifth ring. "Hello?" He said, sounding annoyed.

"Dad? It's Phoebe." I said quietly. I don't know why, but I didn't want to talk too loud. Not like there was anyone around to hear, but still.

"You sound worried, what's wrong?" I felt my heart swell, this is the most he's cared since we've been here. I sniffled.

"I'm locked out." I stated simply.

"I thought you were staying with the boys?" He asked confused.

"Well I was, but then we got into a huge argument…" I trailed off. I didn't really want to talk about it.

He sighed. "I feel bad now, because there is no way I can be able to come down to let you in."

"Can you try please? I really don't want to have to sleep out here." I said sadly.

"I'm on my five minute break, then we have to go into another meeting…" He trailed off for a while. "Is the big box still over there by the fence?"

"Yeah.."

"Can you try to just sleep on that until I come home? I know I sound like a bad parent but, I really need to go through with this interview." He did sound really sorry.

"Sure." I said quietly. That's the last thing I need was to be outside, in the middle of the night alone. "Bingo is inside, doing who knows what."

He sighed again. "I have to go. Love ya! Bye." He hung up abruptly.

I felt all sad inside, dad wasn't going to be home, my only friends here hated me, I didn't feel like talking to my old ones, and now I had to sleep outside. Oh how the world hated me. I walked over to the box, would it even hold me? I sat down on it. Nothing broke, of course it would hold me. I sighed and laid down using my arms as pillows. I curled up on my side and faced my yard. No way was I wanting to face the boys yard.

My mind was racing with a ton of unanswered questions, I couldn't sleep it was so hot outside. I turned onto my back, legs hanging off the box, I put my arms behind my head and stared at the sky. It would be amazing if I could just escape to the stars, all my worries would be forever forgotten. It was just so peaceful looking, it had me mesmerized. It also calmed me down and made me peaceful.

I laid like that for hours just soaking in the view. Eventually sleep overtook my system and I was grateful. I needed to get away from reality for a while, and what better thing to help you than sleep?

XxX

I didn't even remember falling asleep, the next thing I remembered was the piercing sun on my face. I tried to ignore it for a while, but nothing helped. Something heavy jumped on my stomach and I sighed faintly. I cracked open my eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the sunlight. Something was moving on my stomach! I stayed calm for a while, then I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.

What the hell? Was that a possum? I slowly lifted myself up, but I guess I moved too fast because it turned around quickly and hissed in my face. I bolted upright and let out a very high pitch shriek. I rolled over and landed face first in the dirt and grass. I felt it fall on my back, it was making weird growling noises. I hopped up and jumped on the box and leaned on the fence. I wish I had something to shoo it away with. It put his paws up on the side of the box and sniffed the air. It tired to make another jump for me, but its stubby legs weren't letting him.

I heard someone walk outside from the boys yard, probably to see what I was going on about. The possum made a weird hissing noise, I screamed again and I ran in long leaps towards my porch. "Go away!" I yelled towards it. It bounded slowly behind me. What the hell? This was a demented animal. I heard laughing coming from the boy's porch. It was Bill and Georg, and I was quick to give them the middle finger, which made them laugh harder.

The damn thing wouldn't stop following me! And it was super scary, I didn't have a good past with possums. This one time my mom and aunt came running in our house and slammed the screen door shut in my face. I looked outside and sure enough a possum was sitting on my tea table foaming at the mouth. I had to get rid of my table because of that nasty thing.

Was it like attracted to me or something? It wouldn't leave me alone, and it just made me scream louder. I was so scared I started crying! I ran down my deck and out the gate, and for once it cooperated with me, allowing me to lock it behind me. I sighed with relief. The possum ran towards the gate pawing at it while growling. I screamed and jumped again. My heart rate was out of the roof! I was shaky as hell. I was never going to sleep outside no matter what the circumstances were.

I shakily walked to my front porch and checked the time. Oh you know it was only five something in the morning, that's super cool. I called my dad again, trying to get the anxiety out of my voice.

"Hey Phoebes." He greeted me, he sounded tired and exhausted.

"When are you coming home? I really need a bed, and a hot shower." I sighed sadly.

"I'm on my way home right now, I should be there in about five minutes. How was your stay outside anyways?"

"Fine until I woke up." I said clipped sounding.

"I wont ask. Ok, I'm turning on our street, talk to you in a few." As we hung up I saw the car pulling around the corner. I was relieved. No more possums, sunlight, or basically nature. Today was going to be a slow day, and I wasn't looking forward to it. I didn't need to be left alone with my thoughts, it even scared myself.

My dad sauntered past me, not even greeting me, just unlocking the door and going inside. I sighed, I just wished everything would go back to normal, was that too hard to ask? I already knew the answer, because my dad would never want to go back to back to being normal, he hurt too much. I mean I hurt too, I just didn't know how to tell people about it. It was bubbling up and getting ready to explode, but now I didn't have anyone to share my feelings with.

Bingo had destroyed the whole living room. The couch was tore up and stained from his accidents. Pillow fluff was everywhere, along with some disoriented cushions flung everywhere. Who knew something go small could destroy a whole room? Apparently you should never underestimate dogs, no matter what their size may be. It took hours to clean up, but I didn't mind, it took my mind off of everything that was going on.

My dad came back in the room after he was done filling up the fridge. "Do you mind taking Bingo out?"

I hesitated. "Actually I do… there was a possum out there this morning…" I trailed off. I didn't want to relive that all over again.

A small smile pulled at his lips. "Still have that childhood phobia?"

"Ever since that thing made me get rid on my tea table, I've always been terrified of them. Especially since this one basically chased me around growling!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled lowly. "It's ok, I'll take him out today. But remember, its your job?"

I nodded. As he left with the dog I decided to shower away the nasty possum germs. Today was pretty uneventful, but I'm pretty sure tomorrow would be even better! I had school tomorrow, and I wad dreading it every step of the way. I was scared to face the boys, and I had no clue where I was going to set at lunch. Was this bad to worry about?

XxX

I was exhausted when I woke up. I was exhausted of life, and I generally felt depressed today. I couldn't stop thinking about my mom, and how things would be super different if she wouldn't have been killed. Today was also my birthday. I wasn't expecting dad to remember, since he was all about himself lately. I wasn't really feeling up to a birthday, because there wasn't anything happy about it.

I heaved myself out of the bed and popped my pill. I threw on a tank top and a jacket over it. Black skinny jeans and my normal makeup, I was just so predictable. I sighed and went into the kitchen, my dad had left a note. For a second I got all happy inside, that he remembered my birthday. But my hopes fell just as quick as I read it: I'll be gone for a few days on a business trip, I left you my credit card, and if you go anywhere lock up, and for god sakes don't forget your spare key! Anyways, the business deal is coming along great. Hopefully I'll see you soon.

I let the tears spill over, I knew he probably wouldn't remember, but I cant believe he was away at a business trip! I knew he was under a lot of stress and shit, but I'm his daughter! Now I wasn't in the mood for anything! I would ditch school, but I didn't want the boys to think they got to me. Because they fucking didn't.

I checked my makeup in the mirror, let Bingo out, then stormed myself towards school. I was an angry crying mess, I had to clear myself up before school started but I didn't see that happening anytime soon. I'm just glad I had Mrs. Tudder first period, maybe I could talk to her? That would be cool.

I smiled when I was the first one in the classroom, I plopped myself down in my desk and checked my phone. I had 4 missed texts from Tara and a few from my other old friends, I just deleted them. I didn't feel like talking to anyone right now, even through text message. I just felt so alone, I wasn't one for tears in a classroom, but I started crying my eyes out right there.

Poor Mrs. Tudder! She had no idea what to do, she just handed me a box of tissues and let me wander to the bathroom. I got tons of pity stares, and stares from people that clearly stated: Freak! People mumbled and gossiped as I flung the bathroom door open, I was grateful that no one was in there. I ignored the final bell as I sat on a toilet and cried. I used about half the box of tissues.

Why did things have to be so unfair? Why? It was all my fault we were here! If I didn't want to go somewhere after school let out, we'd never had gotten into that crash. I never got to go to my mom's funeral, or see her grave. I would never have that chance. I was in a coma, and couldn't choose things for myself. And, now recently, I made the people that were my only friends hate my guts. For some unknown reason. Then my dad goes and forgets my birthday!

I stayed in the bathroom for about 15 to 20 minutes. I had to collect myself. I left when my eyes lost their redness and puffiness. My makeup was shot to hell, no more eyeliner. At least I felt a little better from crying, I wasn't going to lie about that. Going back to class the halls were super quiet, back home there were always people in the halls making too much noise, skipping and doing all kinds of stuff.

I took a deep breath and walked through my 1st period. Bill was busy writing in his journal, he didn't even notice me walk in. Either that or he was plain flat out ignoring me. I scoffed in my head, all this crap happened because I sang along to the music in the movie? How petty.

"I want you to write about a significant experience in your life, it can be a good experience or a bad one." Mrs. Tudder told me, sympathy in her eyes. I got out my notebook, but I just sat there. I didn't feel like doing anything, so why did I even come to school today?

The teacher kept talking, but I just tuned her out, Bill kept casting worried glances in my direction, but I tried not to notice. And that's how class went, boring and awkward. And what hurt the worst was that Bill didn't even try to say anything to me! No apology, nothing.

XxX

I had my head down, waiting for the bell to ring for lunch. 2nd period was as boring as the first, not so much awkward since Bill and Georg sat so far away from me. But I still couldn't ignore the glances they gave me. Frankly it was starting to get on my damn nerves. And that was why my head was down.

Lunch was going to be awkward, which is why I'm standing in the lunch line, trying to bide my time on where I was going to set. I got a piece of pizza, apple, French fries and school milk. I gave them my new lunch number and strode out of the line into the full cafeteria. I glanced around, Bill and Tom were both staring at me, Tom looked annoyed, and Bill looked genuinely sorry.

I stood my the trashcan, surveying my options. Finally I decided to say screw it, I grabbed my apple and fiercely threw my food in the trashcan. I angrily marched out the doors and straight back to the bathroom, ignoring any look they gave me. I sat for the second time in the bathroom today, except I didn't cry. Just avoiding people.

:] Hope you liked :D Don't worry, next chapter is where they have math class and Tom is her partner remember? :]] trust me, it'll only get better in time. :3 Some problems are going to come up, Phoebe is going to get more depressed. Just thought I'd warn ya. But it's not going to be bad :3 She wont cut, or stuff like that. Just thought I'd warn ya guys :D

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