Daddy Please 10..

I leaped down the staircase, going two stairs at a time, wanting to get to the door as fast as possible. One I got to the door, just to be safe, I peeked through the curtain over the window on the door, and as soon as I saw the figure standing outside, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The most gorgeous girl I had ever seen was standing outside of my door. Her hair was red. Not an ordinary red, more like a ……wine kind of red. It was a choppy cut to her shoulders, and she had regular bangs. She was tall and slender, but not overly skinny. Bright green eyes were outlined by dark eyeliner, and purple eye-shadow. A plus to her looks were her naturally red full lips. What the hell is America’s next top model doing outside my door? I wondered?

I quickly opened the door, not wanting to keep her waiting much longer.

She stared at me with smoldering eyes, and her fists clinched tighter as she looked me up and down. Me, seeing her response to me, got pissed. She didn’t even know me!! And she’s already acting like I stole her boyfriend!!

“Excuse me? Is there any reason that your on my property???” I asked with raised eyebrows.

She looked surprised by my straightforwardness, but quickly got over it.

“Yea, Bitch, actually there IS a reason. I hear you’ve been hanging out with Ornall??”

I clasped the doorknob tight in my hand, and placed the other on my hip.

“Um. Actually yea. Not that it’s any of your business.” I replied.

“ACTAULLY YEA. It is my business when my boyfriend hangs out with other girls. Especially when they’re whores like yourself.”

My eyes widened. Not at her telling me she was Nell’s girlfriend, but at her calling me a whore. That was first and foremost on important things to take care of right now.

I slammed the door shut with all my force, and stepped outside, ready to knock the girl out if I had to. I usually wouldn’t get so mad, but her not knowing me made the situation worse.

“You know what? If your looking for a fight, I think you need to find someone else, because I just got my nails done, and I recall don’t wanna screw them up. Especially on you, your not worth it.” She said in the snottiest tone ever heard to my ears. She help up her nails to my view, and I saw little pink kittens designed on the. Oh, my, God. I thoughtt… Is this girl FOR REAL?

“HAHA. Well, you see, I WOULD find someone else, but you’re the only one available right now. And, uh , girl, if your gonna get your nails done, at least make them worth the money.” With that I swept up close to her, and punched her right in the nose. She fell backward with a cry, and covered her nose with her manicured nails, apparently forgetting that her pink kittens might get blood on them. I bet her nose wasn’t as gorgeous as it was before now.

I don’t know what is with me and fights lately. Really, I mean, 2 people in two days. Something’s wrong here.

I stared down at the Hoe Tard, and started laughing at how puny and wimpy she looked lying there, moaning and whimpering every few seconds. Then I saw the hurt and sadness that filled her eyes. She no more looked like a threat, just a lost puppy that needed mending. Ok, what is up with this chick? All talk, no action??

I sighed. “What is up with you?” I asked. “you act like you hate me, calling me a whore, and you expect me to take it? And then when I do something about it you don’t fight back? Just look at me like a broke your fucking heart.”

She struggled to her feet, but wasn’t doing it very graceful due to her about 6 inch heels. Ugh.

“You stole my boyfriend! What do you want me to do?!”

Her voice sounded noisily as she held it between her thumb and pointer finger. I couldn’t help but smile a bit at the way she sounded.

“OK. For one, Nell is NOT your boyfriend. For two, me and Nell aren’t really dating. For three, you didn’t have to be such a bitch about it. And for four, HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW I WAS HANGING OUT WITH NELL AND WHERE I LIVED???”

I screamed the last sentence, pissed again, but not anywhere near about to punch her again.

“Nell IS my boyfriend. For the last two days he hasn’t been answering my phone calls. He told me that he was just getting a break from school. So when he wouldn’t answer, I called his mom, and she told me where he was staying. “ She paused, and stopped holding her nose. She looked sheepishly at the ground, then sighed as best as she could.

“I kind of…..followed him. I saw when he was with you, and where you lived.”

I brushed my fingers through my hair, now pissed at Nell more than his snotty GIRLFRIEND. How could he lie to me like this?

“Stalkerish much?” I asked.

She glared at me and replied with a simple “Whatever.”

“I’m leaving now. Stay away from Ornall. He is MY boyfriend. And if you tell him I was here, you will pay. I know how to work a gun.” And with that, she left. I didn’t bother to tell her that if she ever tried to kill me that I could sick my serial killer father on her. Nor did I tell her that she might possibly mess up her nails if she used a gun. I just let her strut away, and was going to take her advice and stay away from Nell. Not because she told me to, but because I want to have NO contact with liars.

I walked inside wondering how I could get myself into these kind of situations. As soon as I stepped in the doorway, the phone rang, scaring me out of my wits. I answered it, hoping it WASN’T Nell this time. It was.

CONVERSATIONà

N-Hey. Wats up?

Me-Oh, not much, just going to wash your girlfriends blood off my knuckles. You really should teach her to fight sometime Nell.

N-Umm..Ayz, What are you talking about? I don’t have a girlfriend.

Me-Umm..Nell, don’t play dumb. I know that you DO have a girlfriend, and you’ve been leading me on for no reason at all.

N-Ayzolen, I DON’T have a girlfriend! Well, before I left, there was this girl I had been seeing, but nothing serious.

Me- Well, apparently it was serious enough for her to follow you all the way down here, and to threaten to kill me. But you know what Nell? I don’t care, because I’ done with you. You lied to me. So please don’t talk to me again.

I hung up. Tears formed in my eyes once again at the thought of not talking to Nell again, but I had no choice. Not only because of that stalker girl, but because I was worried about my dad. No one needs to get involved with me, they could possibly somehow get hurt. I’m pretty sure serial killing is a tricky business.

I really was starting to fall for Nell, and that didn’t help.

I walked into the kitchen, grabbed some Doritos and chocolate syrup, and slowly trudged up the stairs. Why must my life be so stressful and confusing? Nobody has a life like mine. Lucky them. Turning my light off, and the T.V on, I fell back on my bed, opened the syrup, and poured it into the Doritos bag. My favorite food.

After the whole bag was empty [Yes, the WHOLE bag] , I licked all the syrup off of my fingers, and took a huge swig of a leftover Dr. Pepper can on my dresser.

I clapped my hand over my mouth, and my eyes widened at the taste of it.

I ran to the bathroom and puked everything in my stomach into the toilet. But even after everything was gone, I didn’t stop. I kept heaving, and somewhere in the middle of it all, I felt someone grab my hair, holding it away from the toilet for me.

I didn’t bother to look who it was because frankly, I didn’t care. All I cared about right now was calming my stomach down, and getting my life straightened out. As I continued to be sick, I cried. Over everything. Nell, my dad, my mom, my best friend. My life was falling apart.