” I want to be the boy who makes your bad days better, And the one that makes you say, my life has changed since i met him. ”
– #quotes
”Argh..” i screamed at the screeching sound. I fall out of bed still screaming in an attempt to run from the scratchy and high pitched noise. Like a sack of patatoes, i landed with a thud on the ground unable to block my fall.
Hearing muffled laughter, i crawled to the end of the bed and groaned when i saw my friends Jeff and simpson both dressed in black with their hands over their mouth to stiffle their pent up laughter, a broken trumpet was held in Simpson’s free hand.
”So funny… did you need to see your face before you fell?” Simpson asked pointing at me. His eyes teary wth laughter.
”No what was funny was how she fell, You are right, tying her up in the blanket was a good idea.” Jeff responded, his tall bony frame doubled over with laughter.
Looking outside i noticed the fading shadows of the early morning. I slowly untied the bedsheet around my hands and legs, detaching them on the floor.
With a plan in mind i groaned in feigned agony, placing my hand behind my back i rubbed it slowly and brought my crying baby face in motion. I noticed their changed poses with the corner of my eye as worry took over.
Jeff stepped forward, his hands reaching out for me he slowly eased me on the bed.
”I told you tying her up was not a good idea, you are so stupid Simpson. How many times do i have to tell you Alexis is not a superwoman.” Jeff hissed at him, His eyes glowering with fury. Simpson recoiled and i groaned even more to make Simpson guilt build even more to pay for his crazy idea.
” How was i meant to know she has not recovered? Alexis have had worse accidents and recovered in a snap, her recovery never passes two days.” Simpson muttered scratching his ears; a nervous habit as he eyed me awry
”Shut up you asshole! how do you know that we have not already done more damage to her. God! I am so stupid for having supported this.” Jeff retorted looking like he would cry, he slowly placed me on the pillows he arranged to support my back.
”Are you okay Alexis? I am so sorry please forgive me.”
”I am…” i started hoping to surprise them and hug them.
At a loud crash we all fell back covering our faces as the door flew out of it’s engines, forward. A panting Louise was outside taking in the scene with angrily.
” What the hell!” I yelled bouncing out of the bed. I ignored Jeff and Simpson’s mortified look at my sudden recovery, i bent forward to try picking the damaged door. staring up at him incredulously.
”I thought you were in danger. I heard you scream and i have been outside for the past minutes thinking the worst when i heard you making funny noises.”
” Well done superman but next time use the Goddamned door knob.” I yelled sarcastically padding across the room to stand by the window, Hoping to calm myself down.
”Well you too have explaining to do! Aren’t you too young to have boys doing the hell God knows what with you in your room!” He yelled, eying me accussatory
”What!” The three of us yelled back looking at our accuser in utter mortification.
”We are just friends.” I shouted at the daft boy hating his guts for first barging into my room and accusing me of what i can’t even begin to comprehend.
”Well.. the look on their face when i interrupted your show didn’t look as innocent as that of ‘just friends’. That one was on your bed with you and i can tell from here i stand you have no bra on because your nippled are pointing out!” He yelled. Glaring at me.
My hand flew to chest to try and hide the small evidence of still blooming womanhood.
I looked down embarrassed at the peas like dots surfacing through my pink singlets.
I had overlooked the fact that i was growing breast hoping everyone would too becsuse they are the shameful evidence of how female i don’t want to be.
No one not even my mom had brought up the topic of my growing breast even though i catch her stealing occassional stares at my chest when she thinks am not looking, but here is cynical bastard i met less than a day ago already screaming about it to the high heavens.
Hating his guts, i picked up a flower vase sitting on the open window and threw it blindly at him hoping it hits his head and send him straight to hell where he belongs.
At that moment dad bounded into my room his eyes on the damaged door on the floor.
”Dad duck!” I yelled as the flying vase made it’s way right to where he stands.
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