Omigosh! I'm SOOOO sorry that it's been so long since I've updated! :( I could blame it on a lot of things, but I like my writer's block excuse, so we'll just go with that ha-ha. ANYWAY, I've made this chapter nice and long, so it can make up for missed time!
Oh, and there was a question about if Cher was really fat or not. She's not. She's just out of shape. Answer your question? I thought it'd be funny to make her like this, because in most stories, the girl is always this athletic Amazon that prances around La Push and gets imprinted on. It's different, y'know?
Anyway...!
Enjoy!
~SashaFierce12.0
Chapter Four
"Holy crap, I'm gonna die!"
"Come on, Cher! You can do it!"
"No! No more!"
"Dude, you've only done two!"
"And that's two too many, Winnie!"
Wynter moved away, letting me sit up. I took a long drink from my water bottle, then wiped the water away from my chin.
"So like...I think we're making excellent progress today," I grinned at my friend, who looked at the ceiling of the gym.
"Two sit ups, and a three minute jog is not what I call progress. Cher, we've been doing this for a week. I thought you'd be at least up to a half hour jog by now."
"What? Can't take my pace? You gotta step up your game, Winnie. Come on now." I snapped twice in her face, and she swatted my hand away. "But, hey. I'm injured here, what do you expect?"
"You got your appendix out almost a month ago, Cher."
"Don't judge me!"
"Who said I was?"
"I'm bored. Let's go to Sue's diner!"
"You can't eat anything fatty after a gym workout. Water and f-"
"Blah, blah, blah. Ugh, it's Friday! All I've had this week is fruit and - ack! - VEGETABLES! I've gone vegetarian in a meat-eating home! It's horrendous!"
"This is the detox. Next week, you can eat all you want. Come on, Cher-Bear. We wanna lose five pounds this week, right?"
"...Yeah."
"So...Three more days, is all I'm asking of you. Three."
"Fine." I pouted. Wynter pulled me up to my feet with a laugh, and dragged me to the locker room.
"C'mere. Let's weigh ourselves."
"Whyy...?"
"Because..."
I watched as Wynter stepped onto the scale, waiting for it to calculate her weight. It beeped and she looked down, cocking her head.
"One...Ten..." she said, dragging out the letters. She looked up. "It's pretty good. I've maintained my weight for the past six months! Isn't that great? If I lose anymore, I'll be invisible."
I stepped on the scale after she stepped off, closing my eyes.
"It beeped."
"I know."
"You're not gonna look?"
"Uh-uh." I shook my head.
"Come on."
"No."
"Look."
"No."
"I'll look for you and scream out the numbers-"
"I'm looking!" I whined, opening my eyes. Wynter snickered as I eyed the numbers on the little screen.
One twenty-two.
Ew.
"Ugh. Why can't I be thin like you?"
"Cher, that's not bad! Actually, you're in the healthy category!"
"But look at this flab! I want...That!"
I gestured to her body, which had no flab or anything. She was toned and gorgeous.
"It doesn't take a week to get this. It takes time. And eating right. And exercise."
"I'm totally allergic to that word, I swear."
"Let's get our stuff and go. I think you need a break."
"Those are the most beautiful words anyone's ever said to me."
In Wynter's car, I plugged in my iPod and turned it up as loud as it could go. Wynter turned it down, then I huffed and turned it up again. This game went on for a while until Wynter finally pulled out my iPod and set it in the back seat.
"How're things with your dad?"
"Fuck you, let me listen to my music, bitch."
"Your vocabulary is just smashing," Winnie giggled. I looked out the window. "Anyway...Real talk, girl. How're things?"
"Fine."
"No they're not."
"Yeah they are."
"Cheri, talk to me. The guys and I are worried about you!" She patted my shoulder.
"...Well...I've gotten kind of used to him being around, but...I guess it's weird, you know? I haven't seen the guy in twelve years, and then he shows up expecting me to love him again. Well, dammit, it's not that easy!"
"Mhm. Girl, preach," Wynter replied, doing a neck roll. She turned onto my street and pulled up to my house. There he was...Seth. Sitting on the roof smoking like he usually does.
But what made me mad was that it was my roof spot. That spot practically has my name written all over it! I planted a flag there that declared that territory mine and mine only. He's going to contaminate it with his chemicals!
"Dude, your pops is gonna kill himself."
"I know, he needs to quit smoking," I snorted.
"No, I don't mean that. He's going to fall off the roof, land in the bushes, a twig is going to go into his back, and then he'll snap his neck and die from lack of air!" Wynter cried. I stared at her.
"Now that's...That's over thinking things there, honey."
"But you know it'll happen!"
"Riiiiiight...Well...See you later, Miss One-Ten!"
"Don't make a cow moo, One Twenty-Two!"
I stared at her again. She grinned at me.
"No."
"Okay..."
I kissed her cheek with a laugh, then got out of the car. Wynter honked and drove off, in which case I placed my hands on my hips and looked up at Seth.
He seemed off in his own little world sitting up there. He was looking off into the sky, and the smoke from his cigarette moved around him like a halo.
"That shit will kill you," I called, looking up at him still. He jumped a little, as if just realizing that I was there. He gave me a small smile.
"What do you know about death?"
"Enough."
"Hm."
He took a long drag, running his hands through his hair.
"Do me a favor?" he asked. I thought about it.
"No."
"Ouch. I was going to tell you never to do drugs, but, okay."
"And I was going to tell you to get off my roof, but...Get off. Now."
"Aye-aye, captain."
"Sarcasm will not be tolerated here."
"Alright..."
I watched him scoot to the edge of the roof and jump down, landing cleanly on his feet.
"Dude, are you, like, part cat or something?"
"Dog, Cheri. Dog," he laughed. "You sound like your mom."
"Okay." I rolled my eyes. "Ugh, you smell like shit."
"It's smoke."
"Go wash."
"Okay. Come on inside."
"Don't tell me what to do! Let's go inside."
He laughed as I led the way into the house.
"Sue working?" he asked.
"Duh."
"Great, that means I have to play chef."
"You cook?"
"Just because I'm a guy, doesn't mean I can't cook."
"Cool. Don't burn the house down."
"I'll try."
"You kill me, Seth."
"I try."
"What don't you try?"
"Mmm...Chrystal meth."
"Keep on smoking, and you're well on your way, kiddo."
My comment made him chuckle, and he walked into the kitchen. He coughed once, and I cringed slightly.
"What do you want for lunch?" he asked.
"It's just gonna be an endless plethora of fruit today," I muttered, going to the refrigerator to take out the bowl of grapes. I popped one in my mouth and sat down at the table. Seth moved around the kitchen like he was a male version of Sue.
Ugh. Well, duh, stupid. He is her son.
I watched him put some noodles into a pot to drain, and then he started making sauce. I paused, a grape halfway in my mouth.
Lord, that smelled amazing.
He mixed the noodles with the sauce and stirred it together, pouring in a bit of milk. He kept stirring, then turned the stove off, going to get a plate and fork. He put his lunch onto the plate, placed the used dishes into the sink, and then got a glass of water.
He sat down and began to eat. I huffed and threw a grape at him. It popped off his nose and landed in the middle of his pasta. He quirked a brow and looked up, and I took the liberty of throwing three more grapes. I lifted another one.
"I dare you," he smirked. I threw it at his cheek, and he moved just in time to catch it in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed. "Done?"
"Fuck you and your delicious looking pasta," I hissed.
"Wow. Such...Colorful language you have."
"The better to hurt you with, my dear."
"Why won't you eat what I cooked, Red Riding Hood? I mean, you saw me make it. I didn't poison it or anything." He laughed.
"I didn't say you did. I'm detoxing with Wynter. So I can't eat real food till...Monday."
"Cool."
"In a twisted, fucked up kind of way."
"Okay, you've exceeded your cursing limit for today."
"Bite me."
"Anymore words under the category of vulgar language will cost you a dollar."
"Swerve, I don't got money like that! If anything, you should pay me for every day you missed of my life!"
Silence.
Ooh, got 'em there.
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Leah
With my mind, I tried to tell my leg to stop bouncing up and down, but it wasn't working.
Well that's dandy, I thought. I started chewing on my thumbnail, my leg still bouncing. I only stopped when I heard my name being called.
"Leah Black?" the nurse said sweetly. Her voice held a twinge of pity and sympathy, but I ignored it.
You get used to it, you know?
"The doctor will be right with you," she said with a smile, leaving me alone on a bed behind a curtain. I swung my legs back and forth, pursing my lips together. Finally, when I couldn't take sitting anymore, I stood up and walked over to the sink.
It had a large mirror above it, and I couldn't help but look at myself. I turned from side to side, placing a hand on my stomach. Then I turned back to just facing the front.
I pursed my lips together, wrapping my arms around my body.
"Leah?"
I jumped, turning around and smiling at Dr. Cullen. I always requested him; he was a good doctor for a leech.
"Sit down."
Fuck. Bad news. I know it's bad news.
He gave me a sad smile, and I looked down. Then I looked at the ceiling, putting my hands on my face.
"Leah..."
"I know, I know. I've heard it before. Thanks, Carlisle."
"Really-"
"No. It's okay. I'll be fine. We'll...We'll be okay."
"Are you sure? You don't look well. Are you-"
"I'm fine! Really! I'll see you later."
I grabbed my purse and yanked open the curtain, padding out of the hospital. I made it to my car in silence, started it, and then drove home.
Willie was playing out front with Sam, tossing a football around. I got out, not looking at them.
"Hey, Mom! I'm trying out for the school's football team! Isn't that cool?" Willie asked excitedly. I brushed passed him, walking into the house and closing the door. But not before I heard him say, "Geez, learn to control your excitement, Mother."
I gasped for air, trying to keep my tears back. Jacob came down the stairs, and I smelled the faint scent of his Axe body soap.
"Lee?" he asked, rushing over to me. He gripped my shoulders. "Leah...!"
I looked deep into his eyes, and shook my head.
"Oh...Leah..." he sighed, and then hugged me. "It's okay, Lee."
"No! No, no...It's not!" I cried.
"Leah, we were blessed with William. Really, truly blessed, honey. As long as I got you two, I don't mind if we can't have any more kids."
"But I want to! I really, really want to," I sobbed.
"I know, baby. I know. But we're going to be okay. Alright? Alright, babe?"
I was quiet, sniffing and gripping his shirt into my fists for dear life.
"We've been trying for ten years," I whispered so quietly, even I could barely hear it. Jacob sighed again, rubbing my back with his hand in circles.
"We can't give up, Leah. We can...We can always try again?"
"But it's getting so...Frustratingly embarrassing going back there all the time and get bad news!" I cried. "I hate it!"
"I know..."
"No, you don't. All you gotta do is stick your dick up my body and hope for the best. I'm the one that has to go to the doctor and get bad news all the time!" I screeched. After that, I pushed away and stomped down the hall towards our room.
I slammed the door shut and collapsed onto the floor, continuing to sob. Before long, I heard the front door open and close. I sniffed, being quiet so I could listen. When I heard nothing, I stood up and went into the adjoining bathroom, closing and locking the door.
Quietly but quickly, I sank to my knees by the toilet and opened the lid. I stuck two fingers down my throat, gagging immediately. It took two more times, but I finally got to the point where I didn't need to force myself to vomit anymore. It came up almost every time I told my stomach to.
When nothing more came out, I pushed hard on my stomach and grabbed my toothbrush, putting that down my throat. I coughed and gagged, throwing the toothbrush away. Then I flushed to toilet, stood, and washed out my mouth.
I'm not telling anyone this time. I need to be more careful this time, too.
No one can find out...
This secret I've been keeping for the past two years.
I'm bulimic again.
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Cheri
Seth's jaw tightened, and he looked past me, up at something on the wall. It was silent except for the chick-tick of the clock, and the neighbor kids playing outside.
Damn, those kids can scream.
This is another reason why I'm waiting until I'm at least thirty-five before I have kids. Better yet...Make it forty. My life will basically be over, and I can just hand them off to someone else when I'm dying because of all the stress they put on me.
...
Wow, I'm such a bitch.
But, hey, you get used to it.
I watched Seth for a few more minutes before I dragged me and my bored, fat ass up the stairs.
And, yes, I brought the bowl of grapes with me.
Hey. Girl's gotta eat.
Not even fifteen minutes later, I smelled cigarette smoke from my open window. I gagged, and walked to it. Sure enough, Seth was sitting out on the picnic table with a pack of cigarettes next to him.
If he doesn't die before his time, I will from all these fumes.
I mean, come on! Like what is life right now, seriously?
"Dude, your house stinks," Tony said, walking into my room. "Heyy...Come back from the gym?" he waggled his eyebrows, looking at my body. I had on calf length leggings and a Beatles t-shirt. "That's hot. Wanna touch your toes for me? Wait, turn around first."
"Ew! You're such a perve." I threw one of my pillows at him, which he caught effortlessly.
"Okay, but seriously. Since when does Sue puff tobacco?"
"Since Seth came," I said with an eye roll.
"You're not joking? Sue's a smoker?"
"No! My...dad you idiot!"
"Oh. Makes sense. Come on, Cher. I know he left you alone for a while, but you don't gotta sound so disgusted when you say his name. That's your pops."
I was going to say 'he's not' but thought better of it. I loved Tony, but I didn't feel up to any story times at the moment.
"Sorry. It's just one of those things you really can't just get over."
"You'll come around soon enough, Cher." He smiled at me.
"Why'd you come over?"
"I can't come and see my girlfriend whenever I want to? Wow, that's just cold."
"Aww..." I smiled, hugging him and kissing his cheek. It was quiet for a second.
"So you wanna fuck?" he asked suddenly.
"Tony!"
"I brought condoms!" he grinned.
"TONY!"
"What?"
"...No. Just...No." I turned away from him.
"Come on, Cher."
"Don't 'Come on, Cher' me." I fingered the ends of my ponytail. "I'm...I'm not...Ready."
Yes, yes, yes. You heard right. I, Cheri Angela Clearwater, have not - and I repeat not - 'done the deed' yet. But, yes, I do want my first to be Tony. I love that kid. And he was my first kiss, too, so...Why not?
But...I just pictured it being more romantic than, say, in my room above the place where not-my-dad Dad is shortening his life by twelve years. And I want it to be...spontaneous. Not a 'so you wanna fuck'. That's just wrong.
A good question...
But wrong.
"I hate being turned down by my own girlfriend..." he muttered, and I could tell that he was pouting. It took all of my power not to laugh; Tony's pouty face is equivalent to that of a constipated turtle. But it's cute...
I guess.
"Well...I want it to be spontaneous, y'know? And...And not where my dad can quite possibly hear me having an orgasm."
"That would be smart..." Tony agreed. I turned, seeing him looking at my ceiling in deep thought. I smiled.
"Just quit asking me, because I will say no. Make it...a surprise next time."
"Gotcha."
"Let me go to the bathroom real quick, kay? I gotta pee. Really bad."
"Kay."
I used the toilet and washed my hands, fixing my ponytail also. When I got back to my room, I went to my desk to turn on my music from my iPod dock. Then I turned around, coming face to face with a butt naked Tony Tiger.
Talk about wowza.
"Surprised?"
"No. A tad bit frightened, yes."
"...Surprised?"
"Y-yeah," I squeaked, swallowing.
"So...?"
"Umm...What?"
"Let's get going, baby."
"How about no."
"So you're telling me that I did all this for no reason?"
"Not saying that you're not hot or anything, because you are! But I really want to wait, and it's not romantic enough, and Seth's right outside, and my window..." Tony was suddenly really close to me. He leaned down slowly. "Window's...Open...Really wide, and..." I trailed off, feeling his breath on my upper lip. It sent chills down my spine.
And the good kind, too.
Like the 'bout to get it on' kind.
I pushed him away then, shaking my head.
"No! I said spontaneous, but I didn't mean this!" I exclaimed.
"Come on..." he whined. "If I'm gonna sex someone, I want it to be you."
"Aww..." I cooed. "Noooo, no! Stop, you're making me all horny and shit! Put-"
"Cher, here's your laundry. I washed and folded them, and they're all nice. I also pressed this dress for you to wear to Heaven's baby shower tonight. Hey, Tony. So, yeah. Put that on, and if you want I can do your hair for you?" Sue said all this in one breath, looking at me. Tony and I were frozen. Here I was, only a foot or so away from my butt naked boyfriend.
"Umm...Ahh..." I stuttered. "Sue! Privacy would be nice!" I cried, crawling over my bed to push her out. "Tony and I were talking!"
"Well, it's my house, so I should..." she trailed off, as if suddenly realizing that Tony was naked. And in my room. And by my bed.
And naked.
"Cheri Angela Clearwater," she breathed.
"We didn't do anything!" I sputtered. "Nothing at all! Look! My clothes are on, see?!"
"But I didn't give you the talk yet!" Sue whispered loudly.
Well, she kind of yelled it. Home girl can't whisper for her life.
"Sue!"
"Well since Tony's here, I might as well give it to both of you. Kill two birds with one-"
"SUE!"
"What's with all the...Whoa," Nami's eyes widened. "Nice job, Cher-ayy! Up top!" She raised her hand to high five me.
"This is a mess," Tony muttered.
"You're telling me," I rolled my eyes. He pulled on his clothes, and continued standing there awkwardly.
"Let me shower, and I'll put on my dress, okay?" I asked Sue nicely.
"Alright...But don't be too long. I want to be there today, please," she smiled at me and then left. Nami waggled her eyebrows at me, but I just pushed her away with a scoff.
"We did. NOTHING!" I cried.
"Riiiiiight," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Hey, that's my thing!"
"Last I checked, that's a universal reply."
"Bitch."
"Cunt."
"Ouch..." I shook out my hand as if I'd been burned.
"Well, I'm gonna head out," Tony said. He kissed my cheek. "See you."
"Stayyy..." I whined.
"Nah, I already told Arrowhead I'd meet up with him later anyway, so..."
"Nice dick," Nami smiled at him.
"Well, you know," Tony winked at her.
"You guys are despicable."
"Later, babe," he kissed me again. Longer this time. "By the way, what are you up to tomorrow?" he asked.
"Probably eating till I pass out, why?"
"Don't plan anything," he warned me.
"Oh...Kay..."
"Bye."
"Ciao, babe," Nami twinkled her fingers at him. "Tell Marlon to give me my money!"
"Will do!" Tony laughed and left. She sat down on my bed, leaning forward. "So...?"
"What...?"
"Was it good? What's Tony Shields sex like?"
"For the last time, we did not - and I repeat NOT - have sex!" I screamed.
"Who's having sex?" Wynter asked, climbing in my window.
"Tony and Cheri."
"Get. Out," Wynter squealed. "Was it good?"
"I DIDN'T HAVE SEX WITH TONY!" I screeched.
"Riiiiiight," Wynter and Nami nodded and smiled deviously.
"I hate you guys," I murmured.
"We love you, too," Wynter grinned.
"Well, hey, let me go get ready for this baby shower. Home girl's getting a cousin in a few weeks!" I laughed, dancing around my room for a towel.
"Okay..." Nami laughed.
"Wait, we're leaving already? Aww, I wanted to show off my new piercing!" Wynter lifted up her shirt to show off her pierced bellybutton. "You like?"
"Ooh, sexy mama!" Nami laughed, raising her eyebrows.
"I'm too fat. It'd never look good on me," I sighed.
"Cher, shut up. It'd look amazing on you!" Wynter assured me.
"Tell that to my love handles. Peace out, yo," I flashed them the deuces sign and went into the bathroom. I showered and washed my hair, gelling it afterwards. I came back out in my towel and went to my room, sighing when I saw that my friends were gone.
Well, I did kind of tell them they had to leave...
Oh, well. I'll text them later, of course.
I took the pretty dress off of its hanger, going to my closet and taking out a black biker jacket as well. The dress was cute; it had different colored patterns on it and went to my mid thighs. It was sleeveless, and I didn't like my arms, so I put the biker jacket on over it.
In my closet, I took out a pair of Toms, then I sat down at my vanity.
"Sue!" I called. "Do my hairrrr!"
A few minutes later, she had put my bangs into a large pouf, and then the rest of my curly hair into a high ponytail.
"...Cher, I know that you're fifteen and all. Practically an adult. And I know..."
I knitted my brows together, narrowing my eyes at her.
"...I know that you're going to feel certain urges to-"
"SUE!" I yelled, standing up.
"Cheri you need to hear this! I know that-"
"LA-LA-LA-LA-LA I'M NOT LISTENING!" I screeched, covering my ears with my hands.
"YOU'RE GOING TO WANT TO-"
"I AM TITANIUMMMMM! YOU SHOOT ME DOWN BUT I WON'T FALL! I AM TITANIUMMMMM!"
"HAVE SEX AND DO THINGS, BUT REMEMBER-"
"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE! THE WAY THAT YOU FLIP YOUR HAIR GETS ME OVERWHELMED! THE WAY YOU SMILE AT THE GROUND IT AIN'T HARD TO TELL-" I ran out of my room and down the stairs. "YOU DON'T KNOW-OH-OH! YOU DON'T KNOW YOU'RE-"
"CHERI!"
"BEAUUUUTIFULLLLLLLLLLL LA-LA-LA-LA-LA!"
"You're so difficult," Sue finally sighed, grabbing her purse and an even larger Costco bag.
"I'm going to walk there myself," I said, not wanting to have anymore 'talks' with her. I put on really big black lightning bolt earrings, and then picked up my red tote. I slid on my sunglasses, glaring at her. Seth walked in, smelling heavily of smoke. I coughed.
"Control your mother," I told him. Then I left.
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"Oh, guys, thank you!" Aunt Heaven squealed. "It's so cute! Hayden's going to look so cute coming out the hospital in this!"
"I paid," Kim grinned at her. "Ugh, Katy look at you. Frosting all over your face. Come here, and let Mommy clean it off..."
"Here's my gift," I announced, standing up. "A spoken word. It's called Cry." I cleared my throat, taking in a deep breath.
"Waahh, waahh, wahhh...Why art thou crying, little one? Waahh, wahh, wahh...Crying, crying, crying. Wahh, wahh, wahh...SHUT UP, or I'll feed you to the dogs! Oh, sweet, sweet child of mine."
"The end." I bowed elaborately, smiling in triumph. That was really good, if you'd ask me.
"Umm...That was...Nice, Cher," Aunt Heaven knitted her brows together and smiled.
"Thanks...Eh, but that wasn't the whole gift. This, my dear aunty, is the whole gift." I reached behind the couch and pulled up a gift bag. I smiled and handed it to her before sitting down on the couch next to her.
She took out a lamp with balloons and teddy bears on it.
"Aww, it's so cute!" she squealed.
"Wait, look! It's completely baby proof. See? No wires for him to chew on and then get horribly electrocuted...Oh, and when you press this button look!" I clicked a button, and it began to play music. The light spun around inside, making our dresses and the floor dance with the teddy bears and balloons.
Aunty Heaven smiled tenderly at it.
"Oh, Cher...Thank you," she hugged me.
"Don't mention it. But make sure you put it high up so that he doesn't get to it. Babies are very adventurous, you know. Oh, it can get hot. So make sure it's not near any wood...Or anywhere else flammable. And-"
"Cheri," Aunty Heaven laughed. "Thank you for your concern. I got it, I promise."
"Are you sure? Cause you know I could completely baby proof the house for you. ...And I'd do it for free!"
"Thanks," Aunt Heaven smiled again. She turned to everyone else and winked, sticking her tongue out. "She's excited about a new cousin, huh?"
"Me? Excited? Well, sure. I like babies," I shrugged, picking up Emerson. He wasn't really a baby, he was four. But he was my little cousin, so therefore I shall call him a baby. "If anyone should be excited, it should be this kid right here. Am I right, or am I right, Em?"
"Babies stink," he scrunched up his nose.
"Well so do you, dang," I replied, setting him back down. He ran outside where my uncles were out grilling. That's when the door opened, and Sue walked in, Seth following her. I rolled my eyes, standing up.
"I'm gonna go get a drink," I announced.
"Seth!" Heaven squealed. I stifled a gag of disgust, continuing into the kitchen.
It's funny, how as soon as I leave, the party becomes live. And who's the center of attention? Who? Go on. Guess.
Seth.
Ugh.
He's officially on my naughty list now. I'm pissed at that guy.
I took out my phone and began texting, walking back to my seat. On the way, I bumped into Seth, sending my tea all over myself and him.
"Cheri...Now why'd you go and do that?" Emily sighed.
"What the heck? It got on me, too! You're saying that I did it on purpose?"
"You're the one with the phone in her hands," Sue added. I let go of my phone, letting it fall onto the floor where I'm almost certain it cracked. I stared Sue straight in the eyes.
"What phone?" I asked.
"You're making a scene," Sue sighed, putting her hand over her face. "Please, Cher, for once can you not lose your temper?"
"But that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?" I asked, dropping the glass, too. I was mad when it didn't shatter. I liked things to shatter.
"Cheri. Angela. Clearwater," Sue hissed.
"Susan. Beatrice. Young," I hissed back.
"Please, Cheri. This is supposed to be a happy time. Now would you let it stay that way?"
"But that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?" I asked sweetly, biting my finger innocently.
"Watch it, young lady," Sue said, pointing a finger at me.
"Watch it, old lady," I pointed a finger at her.
"Cheri," Seth whispered. I held my hand up to his face, silencing him.
"Shut your mouth," I commanded. "You have no right to boss me around. You gave up that right twelve years ago when you left me. Twelve years ago when your so-called imprint slept with someone else and got pregnant with me. So don't 'Cheri' me, okay?"
"Cheri, you just spilled your drink, okay? Don't get mad. Not now," Aunt Heaven asked quietly.
"I'm not mad! Who the fuck is saying that I'm mad?"
"Language," Seth growled.
"Holy shit, I don't care what the fuck you have to say!" I screamed, whirling around into his face. I turned back around, kicked the cup across the room and stormed out the house, being sure to slam the door as hard as I could.
I walked into the woods, temporarily forgetting my fear of dark scary places.
Well, actually, I wasn't scared of the woods. I was scared of what was in the woods...
Which I'm pretty sure is stalking me right now.
I froze, gulping. Goosebumps rose on my skin, and I suddenly felt really nervous. There was rustling, and I whipped my head around with a small yelp.
Holy shit, I'm lost. I'm lost...In the woods. In the...
Oh, Lord, help me.
There was more noise, and I froze, hearing the slight rustling behind me. I could feel the hairs standing up on the back of my neck, and I wanted to run. But when I tried, my feet wouldn't move.
Fuck!
I'm glued to the freaking ground!
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~SashaFierce12.0