A little cussing but not much ~savingpoppunk

"I'm staying with Will." Christina said. I sighed into my phone. "What? You don't want me to?"

"Chris it's not that." I said.

"What then?"

"Tobias wants to have sex."

I heard Christina whisper something but I didn't quite catch it.

"I think I failed." Lynn said walking through to door and falling on her bed, leaving the door wide open.

"Lynn." I said.

"What?" Her voice muffled by her bed sheets.

"Door."

She closed the door with her foot, not lifting her head. Our room wasn't big but it wasn't small. There was two beds on both sides of the room, next to Lynn's bed a closet, a desk between the two beds under the window, a small fridge next two my bed, and a TV on a stand against the wall next to the door.

"What?" Christina asked.

"Sorry, talking to my roommate." I said.

"No Tobias." She said in a low voice.

"Oh yeah well all he said was that he wanted to get married and have kids."

"Awwwweee little Beatrice's and Tobias's" she squealed.

"Shut up or once I get home I will slit your throat" I told her. I heard a click and took my phone away from my ear. "That bitch hung up on me!" I yelled.

"What bitch?" Lynn asked lifting her head and looking at me.

"My friend." I said playing my phone on the shelf above my bed. I slumped back on my pillow, pulling my legs up to my chest and hugging them. "I hate life." I said my vision getting blurry from tears.

"Tris, don't cry." Lynn said getting up from her bed and sitting down across from me.

"It's so hard."

"I know."

There was a sudden knock on our door, Lynn got up to get it while I wiped my tears with my wrist.

She opened the door. "Hi. I know this is strange to ask but do you have any packaging tape?" I heard a deep voice asked. I turned away from the window and towards the door.

"Peter." I whispered. I couldn't move or breathe, I don't even know how I came to say his name.

"Tris." He said smiling. Not his stupid smile he used to make when he would hurt me. He began to walk in the room, towards me.

I reached behind me and found scissors on the desk. I held them in front of me. "Stay. Away. From. Me." I said. He backed up. Lynn stood at the door, jaw dropped. "Get out."

"I'm so sor-" he began.

"Bullshit!" I yelled. "Get out!"

Peter turned and walked out the door. I relaxed and lowered the scissors.

"Okay. What the hell did I just see?" Lynn asked closing the door once Peter left. "Oh wait! You trying to cut a guy!" She yelled. "Who is he and how do you know him?!"

I sat on the edge of my bed. "He went to the same High School as me, he's my ex and he tried to rape me in junior year." I dropped the scissors and put my head in my hands remembering what happened before.

I felt the bed next to me sink. "I'm sorry. Oh my god Tris am I sorry." Lynn said hugging me.

"It's not you're fault." I looked at her, wiping my eyes.

"He looked like a douche." She said.