Before I start the chapter I would like to begin with a little author's note. I know these things are super annoying because they're long and all you really want to do is read the story. And now I'm just making this note that could have been like ten words even worse by babbling on about how annoying I'm making it. If I had just shut up and gotten to the point from the very beginning, this note could have been short and unannoying, but then again, thats just not my style. Anyway, thank you everyone who has reviewed and allowed me to pass 50 reviews. YAY. thats more than halfway to my lifelong dream of 100 reviews for a story. MORE YAY. Anyway, once again I just want to say thanks, please keep reviewing, and heres the rest of the story which I know you've been long awaiting since I've been being annoying and writing this freakishly long author's note that could have been short if I had just cut to the point instead of....
Chapter 9: The Sky Could Fall Tonight Part 2
I tried my best to avoid Silvia, which with Skylar being in his room, meant video chatting with Chad on the toilet seat. Still, the long talks that I had always looked forward to had lost some of their appeal. I wanted to tell Chad everything, but then, trying to talk about Skylar just felt wrong.
"Sonny," Silvia called, banging on the bathroom door. "You really should come out of there. It's not healthy to stay locked in the bathroom, and its even more unhealthy for all of us to hold it in this long."
My next escape plan had been to sit on the porch for a while, but that didn't work to well since it had rained during the night, and every time a car tried to drive by, i would be drenched in water. From there, I figured that the best thing for me to do would be to try to talk to Skylar.
I knocked on his bedroom door a couple of times, waiting for an answer. I didn't really expect one, but then, I didn't really have anything better to do. It surprised me when the door opened and Skylar stared at me, actually not looking annoyed. "What?" he asked.
"Do you mind if I come in?" I asked. "I'm trying to avoid your mother."
"Join the club," he mumbled, pushing the door open wider so I could enter. The bed was filled with magazines and posters. The floor was littered with clothes, and his dresser had some nicks in it that I hadn't seen before. Either he was skilled at being incredibly messy within a couple of hours, or he had had an extreme fit and found it easier to simply throw things around.
Skylar closed the door and returned to reading magazines on his bed, pretty much succeeding at his attempt to ignore me. he didn't seem to mind as I walked around the room, looking at the things on his dresser and bookshelf. I picked up a magazine that caught my eye. On the cover was the cast of Mackenzie Falls. "Do you watch this show?" I asked, showing him the magazine.
Skylar shrugged. "I used to. It's a little over-the-top and hard to keep up with," he mumbled, ripping a page out of the magazine he was reading. I noticed the image as one of Selena Gomez.
"Do you have something against Selena Gomez?" I asked, returning the magazine to the shelf and picking up another one. This one had Ashley Tisdale on it.
"No," Skylar replied. "She's hot. I need some pictures to put on my wall."
For a moment I stared at him in utter disbelief. I managed to shake it off and continue rummaging through his shelf. i stopped cold when I found a magazine with my face on the cover. Staring down at the cast of So Random, I found myself about to cry from heartache. "I didn't know you liked So Random," I muttered, trying to hide the pain in my voice.
"I used to," Skylar replied. "Then they added this annoying bitch from Wisconsin. The show's turned to puke since then."
I turned on him in that instant. "Do you think I want to be here? Do you think I enjoy being stuck here with a little brat, some blind hag, and her disgusting boyfriend?"
"So leave!" Skylar shouted. "Leave us alone and give me my life back!"
"I wish I could," I whispered, allowing the magazine to slip from my hand as I wiped a tear from my eye. "It's not that simple."
"Nothing's simple, that's why it's called life," Skylar mumbled. "What I don't understand is why some small town loser finally got the chance of a lifetime and was willing to give it up to hang out with some whore from New York."
"You think that's what happened?" I asked, my voice rising again with anger. "You have no idea."
"And you have no idea what it's like to be an eight-year-old living in the crappiest city in America with a sick mother and her psycho boyfriend who finds it fun to drink a little too much and see what happens. You don't know what its like to have somebody you look up to invade your home and make your mother wish that she could trade everything she has, including you for some kid she gave up before you were even born. You don't know what it's like to be kicked out of your bedroom, or beaten because you don't want to. You don't know what it's like to count down the days until your stuck with no one but your mother's stupid boyfriend and whatever drug and liquor he got from his friends that night!" Skylar screamed, tears rushing down his face like waterfalls.
At that moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to comfort him. I wanted to put my arms around him and hold him and tell him that everything would be okay. However, I knew that he wouldn't accept the gesture, so I simply stood waiting until his sobs began to settle.
He swiped at his eyes, trying to hide the tears that were too plain on his face. His eyes were red and so was his face that he buried deep in his hands.
"You looked up to me?" I asked, the only thing I was able to process.
Skylar got up from his bed and walked over to his dresser. Opening one of the drawers, he removed an object that he held out to me. I almost screamed. It was a bobble-head, but the head on its shoulders was mine. Skylar grabbed the body and the head and yanked until its head came tumbling off of its shoulders and fell to the floor.
"You destroyed my bobble-head," I gasped.
"And you destroyed my life. Now we're even," Skylar said, his voice cracking as he threw the bobble-head Sonny into the trash can.
I wasn't sure what to say, knowing that any word that came from my mouth would only infuriate him more. As Skylar returned to his reading, I slipped out of the room, for some reason hoping that the distance would make him forgive me.
It was around six o'clock that evening that I saw Silvia again. She seemed to be sneaking back into the house, the most unrealistic smile I had ever seen plastered on her face once she knew that she had been caught.
"Hello Sonny," she greeted me. She went around my to place her purse on the counter. "Were you waiting for me?"
"Where have you been?" I asked, completely ignoring her question.
Silvia's smile dropped from her face. "Just running some errands; nothing to discuss." Before I could call her on her lie, she had disappeared into her room.
Okay, so this chapter is shorter than the last one, but the amount of time it took me to write it was pretty short. I'm actually surprised I was able to write this much this fast, but for some reason the ideas just kept pouring into my mind. Anyway, once again, I'm doing that annoying super long author's note thing. So please review and... UGH