I would love to say that I woke up with the glorious sunshine gleaming in on my face while the morning birds chirped happily away greeting the new day. I would love to say that's what happened. But I can't. You want to know what really happened? What actually factually happened?
I get torn out of sleep by this cabin full of dying cats taking on about how horrible Duncan and what a dog he is- topping the girls' shrieking is Courtney bawling like there's no tomorrow. I tried to roll over and cover my head but I could still hear their stupidity through the damn pillow.
"Would you all shut up? Some people are trying to sleep." I yelled and covered my head back up. The silence that fell over me was almost too sudden. I could hear someone coming closer to the bed so I lifted the pillow away from my face. Little miss CIT herself. She was glaring holes through my head through red rimmed eyes. It looked like she had had just as horrible of a night as I had. I couldn't help but smirk. "You look like shit." Maybe I was egging her on a little bit- but it was the truth. Her face turned ten different shades of red before she jumped on me. I was at quite a disadvantage being pinned to the bed- but it was when she started to hit me that I was able to kick her off- grinning inwardly as she landed with a thunk on the hard wood floor. I had just started to sit up when she grabbed my leg and jerked me off of the bed. First my ass hit the side of the bed frame and then the floor. Pain and fire shot through me I felt the tears cloud my eyes as I fought back the urge to scream. I could hear the others but of them were trying to stop her. Lindsiot was hiding in the corner covering her ears.
Courtney leapt on me and I believe she was honestly trying to tear my eyes out. She was like a wild animal and I was having a hard time getting her off of me. I need to get my leverage back so I could put this bitch where she deserved. So I resorted to fighting dirty- I grabbed I hand full of her hair and slammed my forehead against her nose. I was already bruised and sore what was a concussion? She fell back fighting to see from blurry vision and pinching her nose. I pulled myself up and forced myself to stand. A grin tugged at my lips as I saw a small bead of red trickle from her nose.
"Leave me alone." I screamed at her. By this time my entire abdomen was throbbing and I could have sworn that something was running down my leg- for my sake I was hoping it was pee. Leshawna and Gwen were talking shit as they helped Courtney to her feet.
"Leave you alone? YOU? YOU KNOW THAT DUNCAN IS MINE!" Fuck. Really? She threw my gorgeous ass out of bed for that? Really? That lowly no account loser? When I got my hands on him I was going to make sure both of those fucking bastards would permanently be sopranos.
"You are about right for each other. You're both pathetic. " I hissed- the burning sensation creeping down my thighs and tingling my feet. I wanted out of there. In truth, I wanted to haul ass to the kitchen- there were butcher knives and cleavers there and nothing heals like a little old fashion revenge. She lunged at me again- had I been in tip top shape I could have dodged her easily- but then? Not so much. She tackled me. Like she was a fucking defensive lineman. My head hit the floor and the pretty colors danced in my vision. As she attempted to land blow after blow I finally threw her back0 but this time I held on to her collar. I had had enough of her- if I was going to be sent home because of that stupid fight- then it was going to be worth it. I knocked her backwards then jerked her back towards me- not letting go of that ever so useful shirt collar. When she was in just the right place I brought my knee up burying it as hard and as far as I could under those prim and proper little ribs of hers. I attempted to throw her away from be but she caught my shirt- obviously my cotton shirt was no match for her robe as she tore mine right down the middle.
I glared at her then looked up at the weird goth girl.
"Pick up the trash before she gets hurt." I snorted. Gwen just stared at me. I looked around the cabin and all of the girls were just staring at me. It was then that I realized that the extent of my own beating was showing- thanks to Courtney- for every one and their mom to see. I chanced a glance at my pants and thankfully nothing had shown through- be it blood or pee. I pulled my shirt closed and shot a glare around the room. With that I turned my back. I would not stand around and watch their eyes judge me.
For once- I wasn't the one that started it. I was about to walk out the door when Courtney hit me from behind- throwing me out the cabin door and down the steps. I landed in the dirt on the ground face first. I threw my self onto my back so I could at least see when she was coming. But she wasn't. She had stopped at the door snorting like a bull and just about pawing at the ground like one. I pushed myself up and shook my head.
"You know what? Being a bitch suits you- You are just as two faced, conniving, manipulative and controlling as I am. "I said as I stood up- holding my chin high- my hand casually behind my back. Just as she was about to respond I hurled the rock at her as hard as I could and caught in the stomach. I felt a sick satisfaction as I watched her double over. I snorted and looked around- all the contestants plus the crew, including Chris and Chef, all of the producers were in the camp ground and ouside. I guess we did cause a lot of noise.
"What the hell?" Chris asked as he walked over to me looking between me and Courtney- where the girls had gathered around her. "You couldn't have warned us so we could get it on camera? Think of the ratings!"
"Oh my god!" Courtney shrieked. I looked over at her for just a second. "YOU BROKE MY NOSE!"
"If you ask me its an improvement."I hissed and turned my back on her. I could hear her screaming behind me.
"YOU ARE SO GOING TO BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYER!"