I tried to quietly open the iron gate to my front yard but the
creaking started so I hoisted myself on the concrete wall and pulled myself
up by the large stone ball on the post and jumped over the other side. With
my broomstick and luggage miniaturized in my jean Capri pocket I walked up
the walkway to the front door with its large shiny doorknob. I tried to
turn the knob but it was locked, not having my key I fumbled with the
doormat heavy from the large amount of rain it had collected. I ran my hand
over the surface but it never came in contact with anything metal. I
struggled to pick it up and when the ground was exposed there was nothing
to be seen underneath.
"No!" I looked around as best I could seeing as there was no light but the key was no where.
"Fucking hell!" I clamped my mouth shut and mentally cursed myself when I saw a light go one. It took me a few seconds to realize the light that was on was coming from my house. My house? The door opened and Vi stood in the doorway.
"Hey, did you bring any booze cause the liquor cabinet is almost all out! Come one ya idget!" Vania stood in the doorway wearing a tank and short shorts; a bottle of my dad's aged Hennessey was in one hand while the other was holding onto the doorknob and a cigarette. The idiot had no idea it was me, no surprise. I stepped into the light and I could see recognition and horror cross her face.
"What the fuck are you doing home?" she didn't let me pass so I banged into her and pushed my way threw the house. I walked into the living room which smelt of smoke and weed and then into the kitchen which was a complete disaster.
"Hey come back here!" Vania was running after me spilling Hennessey all over the carpet which I was too pissed to care about. My mum's potted flowers were all over the dining room and some of the china was filled with dirt. I walked into the family room where Jay, Chris, 2 of his guy friends and a girl were all taking bong hits. They all looked up at me in surprise.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I turned around and looked at Vania with venom. I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her up against the door.
"Listen to me and listen to me carefully. I hate your fucking guts now and forever more. I have no idea why you thought you could just come into my fucking house and do whatever the fuck you wanted. You are going to take your trashy ass and your pathetic friends and get the hell out of my house before I beat the living crap out of you. Don't you dare, fucking dare do this again." I squeezed her throat until she made a wheezing noise and then let go. I turned to the other members of the group seething. .
"I'm so fucking glad all of you could stop by my house, especially when I never invited y-"I stopped mid sentence when I felt a bottle being smashed against my head and glass that shattered cascaded down my back. I fell to my knees for the second time that day and all I could see was red. I took a second to collect myself and felt a little glass cut into my shoulder and back. I felt a stinging sensation ripple through my back and before I knew I had jumped upright and ripped my sweater and white t-shirt stained with a sprinkling of blood over my head and stood in front of the laughing bitch.
"Usually if I beat the crap out of someone who was drunk and high I would feel as if I was being cheap but this will definitely feel like a sweet victory." Vania stood and started laughing.
"I've been taking karate for years. My hands are insured!" I gave her a funny look and then faked a punch to the right and punched her in the jaw with my left.
"I wouldn't brag, I mean look at your blocking! " I glared at her and she stuck my stomach which was already clenched waiting for the impact, I quickly shook it off and focused on her face and her hands. She punched to the right which I was ready for and I quickly punched her in the nose. She squealed and threw her hands up to her nose.
"Why you little bitch!" She wiped her nose lightly on her arm and unexpectantly punched me on my lip. The side of my lip tingled and I felt something trickle down into my mouth and all I tasted was copper. I spit the blood onto Vania and I ran her into the doorframe and began punching her in the stomach, any flesh I could. I finally banged my fist into the doorframe and heard a slight crunch. I backed away from Vania and looked at my hand, Vania had slide down the door and was moaning with tears streaming down her face.
I turned to the surprised faces of the potheads and barked at them "Get the fuck out of here and take your trash with you. " I pointed to the bong and Vania. With a flourish they all jumped up and grabbed the bottles and crap while Jay walked over to Vania. He gently pulled her up and put her arm around his shoulder as he began walking, he turned back and looked at me mournfully.
"I really did like you Hermione." I smirked at him and snorted.
"Was that before or after you slept with Vania? " Jay looked at me in surprise and gapped like a fish.
"Go away Jay. Just go away." I looked down at the floor and fell onto the couch. Jay called his brother Chris, who stumbled back in the room and took Vania from Jay and left.
"You're bleeding." Jay slowly approached me and knelt before me. I honestly couldn't even tell I was bleeding. I was sitting in only jeans and a black lace bra and I was boiling with anger. I looked up at him glaring when he touched my knee.
"You need to go Jay." Jay looked at me hurt and got up.
"If you need me I'm just next door. I'm really sorry "
"Just get out."
I sat with my head bowed until I heard the door close. I pulled out my wand from my sweatshirt that was lying on the ground and began magically cleaning the house and used a nifty spell I learned about when I smoked inside to make the smell go away. I felt sick and tired. Life was not giving me a break. I went to sit on the couch when I felt something hard under me; it was a shot glass from my father's collection. The colorful picture on the glass was of the Coliseum. AS I began washing the little glass in the sink I had an epiphany! Rome, well Italy. I could move to Italy, who would look for me there? Plus, when my parents and I had visited Rome two years ago I fell in love instantly, what better place to move to then Italy?
I ran upstairs into my bedroom resizing my trunk and began throwing all my possessions into it. By the time I had showered, changed, and eaten a late supper, which hurt to eat because of my lip, my stomach was fluttering and my thoughts were a bowl of soup. Where would I live? Did I even know how to get to Italy? Well, actually I had Broom Starr connected onto my broom so all I had to do was set it to auto pilot and I was good to go. I just hope I had enough money, but I could always get a job, if someone hired me that is. I could stay in a hotel I suppose for a few days until I found my own place and who knows how long that would take. I walked into the front hall and minimized the 3 massive trunks and slipped them into my jean pocket. I clasped my cloak around my neck and snuck out my back door to my back yard and crept into the dark away from the spotlight of the moon. I looked back at my house one last time and kicked off into the sky. I shot up into the sky through the clouds and for those few hours I was flying, I felt as if the moon and I were joyriding together.
"No!" I looked around as best I could seeing as there was no light but the key was no where.
"Fucking hell!" I clamped my mouth shut and mentally cursed myself when I saw a light go one. It took me a few seconds to realize the light that was on was coming from my house. My house? The door opened and Vi stood in the doorway.
"Hey, did you bring any booze cause the liquor cabinet is almost all out! Come one ya idget!" Vania stood in the doorway wearing a tank and short shorts; a bottle of my dad's aged Hennessey was in one hand while the other was holding onto the doorknob and a cigarette. The idiot had no idea it was me, no surprise. I stepped into the light and I could see recognition and horror cross her face.
"What the fuck are you doing home?" she didn't let me pass so I banged into her and pushed my way threw the house. I walked into the living room which smelt of smoke and weed and then into the kitchen which was a complete disaster.
"Hey come back here!" Vania was running after me spilling Hennessey all over the carpet which I was too pissed to care about. My mum's potted flowers were all over the dining room and some of the china was filled with dirt. I walked into the family room where Jay, Chris, 2 of his guy friends and a girl were all taking bong hits. They all looked up at me in surprise.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I turned around and looked at Vania with venom. I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her up against the door.
"Listen to me and listen to me carefully. I hate your fucking guts now and forever more. I have no idea why you thought you could just come into my fucking house and do whatever the fuck you wanted. You are going to take your trashy ass and your pathetic friends and get the hell out of my house before I beat the living crap out of you. Don't you dare, fucking dare do this again." I squeezed her throat until she made a wheezing noise and then let go. I turned to the other members of the group seething. .
"I'm so fucking glad all of you could stop by my house, especially when I never invited y-"I stopped mid sentence when I felt a bottle being smashed against my head and glass that shattered cascaded down my back. I fell to my knees for the second time that day and all I could see was red. I took a second to collect myself and felt a little glass cut into my shoulder and back. I felt a stinging sensation ripple through my back and before I knew I had jumped upright and ripped my sweater and white t-shirt stained with a sprinkling of blood over my head and stood in front of the laughing bitch.
"Usually if I beat the crap out of someone who was drunk and high I would feel as if I was being cheap but this will definitely feel like a sweet victory." Vania stood and started laughing.
"I've been taking karate for years. My hands are insured!" I gave her a funny look and then faked a punch to the right and punched her in the jaw with my left.
"I wouldn't brag, I mean look at your blocking! " I glared at her and she stuck my stomach which was already clenched waiting for the impact, I quickly shook it off and focused on her face and her hands. She punched to the right which I was ready for and I quickly punched her in the nose. She squealed and threw her hands up to her nose.
"Why you little bitch!" She wiped her nose lightly on her arm and unexpectantly punched me on my lip. The side of my lip tingled and I felt something trickle down into my mouth and all I tasted was copper. I spit the blood onto Vania and I ran her into the doorframe and began punching her in the stomach, any flesh I could. I finally banged my fist into the doorframe and heard a slight crunch. I backed away from Vania and looked at my hand, Vania had slide down the door and was moaning with tears streaming down her face.
I turned to the surprised faces of the potheads and barked at them "Get the fuck out of here and take your trash with you. " I pointed to the bong and Vania. With a flourish they all jumped up and grabbed the bottles and crap while Jay walked over to Vania. He gently pulled her up and put her arm around his shoulder as he began walking, he turned back and looked at me mournfully.
"I really did like you Hermione." I smirked at him and snorted.
"Was that before or after you slept with Vania? " Jay looked at me in surprise and gapped like a fish.
"Go away Jay. Just go away." I looked down at the floor and fell onto the couch. Jay called his brother Chris, who stumbled back in the room and took Vania from Jay and left.
"You're bleeding." Jay slowly approached me and knelt before me. I honestly couldn't even tell I was bleeding. I was sitting in only jeans and a black lace bra and I was boiling with anger. I looked up at him glaring when he touched my knee.
"You need to go Jay." Jay looked at me hurt and got up.
"If you need me I'm just next door. I'm really sorry "
"Just get out."
I sat with my head bowed until I heard the door close. I pulled out my wand from my sweatshirt that was lying on the ground and began magically cleaning the house and used a nifty spell I learned about when I smoked inside to make the smell go away. I felt sick and tired. Life was not giving me a break. I went to sit on the couch when I felt something hard under me; it was a shot glass from my father's collection. The colorful picture on the glass was of the Coliseum. AS I began washing the little glass in the sink I had an epiphany! Rome, well Italy. I could move to Italy, who would look for me there? Plus, when my parents and I had visited Rome two years ago I fell in love instantly, what better place to move to then Italy?
I ran upstairs into my bedroom resizing my trunk and began throwing all my possessions into it. By the time I had showered, changed, and eaten a late supper, which hurt to eat because of my lip, my stomach was fluttering and my thoughts were a bowl of soup. Where would I live? Did I even know how to get to Italy? Well, actually I had Broom Starr connected onto my broom so all I had to do was set it to auto pilot and I was good to go. I just hope I had enough money, but I could always get a job, if someone hired me that is. I could stay in a hotel I suppose for a few days until I found my own place and who knows how long that would take. I walked into the front hall and minimized the 3 massive trunks and slipped them into my jean pocket. I clasped my cloak around my neck and snuck out my back door to my back yard and crept into the dark away from the spotlight of the moon. I looked back at my house one last time and kicked off into the sky. I shot up into the sky through the clouds and for those few hours I was flying, I felt as if the moon and I were joyriding together.