Megan woke up the next morning with a monstrous head ache. She remembered
the night before vividly, how she had run off from Bonnie. Chris had run
after her, but after she didn't feel like talking to anyone, he had given
up and gone home. She felt sick just thinking about Bonnie. That horrible
waste and pathetic excuse for a human made Megan want to vomit. Those
things she had said to her...it made Megan want to die.
Walking down the stairs to the kitchen, she thought about a lot of things. For one thing, she was furious at Teddy. He was hung over in his room from the night before, but he had told Bonnie Timmons everything. He had violated her. Teddy was her older brother...he was supposed to look out for Megan, prevent her from having to giver herself away to drunken men her mother brought home. But no. Teddy had let it happen. And that was what hurt Megan the most.
Nobody could do anything about it. Megan had been doing it since she was about twelve. She hated it...it made her feel worthless and trashy. But how else was her mother going to ever love her if she did not meet her wishes?
Pouring herself a glass of orange juice, Megan sat down in the empty kitchen. Her mother wasn't home when she had finally come in last night. She didn't bother wondering where she had gone, frankly she didn't give a shit But---but---something inside Megan wanted her mother to be there. She missed the way her mother used to be before father was sent away. She used to be fun, loving, happy, beautiful, kind. But she had given everything up for a few hangovers and one night stands.
Megan jumped when she heard a knock at the door. Wondering who the hell could it be on a Saturday morning, Megan trudged over to the door, not caring that her hair was sticking up on end in a messy sort of bun thingy, and she didn't care that she was wearing one of Teddy's old T-shirts and a pair of her mom's old pajama pants.
She was stunned to see that it was who she least expected it to be : Gordie LaChance.
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Susan felt like shit the next morning as she sat on her couch flipping their the television channels. Vern was asleep on the recliner next to her...apparently Charlotte and him had caught a movie after the diner incident. Poor Vern was so exhausted.
Last night, when Trish had run off crying, Gordie had completely forgot about Susan and their kiss and had run off to comfort Trish. She heard him telling Trish that the kiss was a mistake, it had meant nothing. He didn't like Susan, never had, and if Trish could just forgive him they could go out.
And most certainly enough, Trish and Gordie were now a couple. And God did it make Susan want to run and die.
She hadn't asked for the kiss. She didn't urge Gordie to kiss her. He was the one who had pulled her out of the restaurant anyway. Who did he think he was? How could he play with a girl's heart like this?
Susan had walked home by herself last night and hadn't bothered to let her parents know she was home. Billy Tessio, her oldest brother, had promised not to tell their mom that she was out. Despite all the horrible things Billy did, he had matured greatly over the past few years, and he was really a kind person. Vern and Billy got along better than they ever had, and Billy always looked out of the youngest Tessio, Susan.
Susan wasn't sure how she felt about Gordie. She once thought she possibly loved him...but his shallowness had led to her hating him. He made a huge mistake back then, and it left her scarred for life.
And now this. She missed Gordie, but why did he continue to do this to her? She couldn't take it.
Susan jumped when she heard a knock on the door. Crossing the living room she was happy to see Megan.
"We need to talk," Megan said, allowing herself in.
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Walking down the stairs to the kitchen, she thought about a lot of things. For one thing, she was furious at Teddy. He was hung over in his room from the night before, but he had told Bonnie Timmons everything. He had violated her. Teddy was her older brother...he was supposed to look out for Megan, prevent her from having to giver herself away to drunken men her mother brought home. But no. Teddy had let it happen. And that was what hurt Megan the most.
Nobody could do anything about it. Megan had been doing it since she was about twelve. She hated it...it made her feel worthless and trashy. But how else was her mother going to ever love her if she did not meet her wishes?
Pouring herself a glass of orange juice, Megan sat down in the empty kitchen. Her mother wasn't home when she had finally come in last night. She didn't bother wondering where she had gone, frankly she didn't give a shit But---but---something inside Megan wanted her mother to be there. She missed the way her mother used to be before father was sent away. She used to be fun, loving, happy, beautiful, kind. But she had given everything up for a few hangovers and one night stands.
Megan jumped when she heard a knock at the door. Wondering who the hell could it be on a Saturday morning, Megan trudged over to the door, not caring that her hair was sticking up on end in a messy sort of bun thingy, and she didn't care that she was wearing one of Teddy's old T-shirts and a pair of her mom's old pajama pants.
She was stunned to see that it was who she least expected it to be : Gordie LaChance.
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Susan felt like shit the next morning as she sat on her couch flipping their the television channels. Vern was asleep on the recliner next to her...apparently Charlotte and him had caught a movie after the diner incident. Poor Vern was so exhausted.
Last night, when Trish had run off crying, Gordie had completely forgot about Susan and their kiss and had run off to comfort Trish. She heard him telling Trish that the kiss was a mistake, it had meant nothing. He didn't like Susan, never had, and if Trish could just forgive him they could go out.
And most certainly enough, Trish and Gordie were now a couple. And God did it make Susan want to run and die.
She hadn't asked for the kiss. She didn't urge Gordie to kiss her. He was the one who had pulled her out of the restaurant anyway. Who did he think he was? How could he play with a girl's heart like this?
Susan had walked home by herself last night and hadn't bothered to let her parents know she was home. Billy Tessio, her oldest brother, had promised not to tell their mom that she was out. Despite all the horrible things Billy did, he had matured greatly over the past few years, and he was really a kind person. Vern and Billy got along better than they ever had, and Billy always looked out of the youngest Tessio, Susan.
Susan wasn't sure how she felt about Gordie. She once thought she possibly loved him...but his shallowness had led to her hating him. He made a huge mistake back then, and it left her scarred for life.
And now this. She missed Gordie, but why did he continue to do this to her? She couldn't take it.
Susan jumped when she heard a knock on the door. Crossing the living room she was happy to see Megan.
"We need to talk," Megan said, allowing herself in.
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