Life changes over night
1291 Words
Arabella POV
I groaned hard my head hurts. Why do I feel like a bull dozer rode my head and smashed it? “Water…”, I croaked as my throat was like a dried well. “Here lazy a**”, Ryan’s cute smile made me smile too. Ryan is our other BBF. He is this cute nerd guy in our gang. His contribution in trio is to clear our mess if it’s technical. He can be very dramatic sometimes where you want to kill him and surrender up in jail with proud. “Thank you… Ryan?”, I blinked several times to see if he was real. “Ryan!!!! Tell me we didn’t cause any trouble right? Please”, I screamed at him. “Of course not”,I smiled thanking almighty a thousand times. His sweet smile turned into a dead glare. “You both literally started a War!!!”, he slapped my arm. “Ouch! That hurts Ryan”, I whined. “Wait… what did you say?? Oh my god!!”, My hands went to my mouth which is now wide open out of shock where a big shark could fit in it. “Where is that other maker?”, He looked for Layla as his voice echoed in the room. Wait!! This is not my room. “Why are you screaming at night Ryan”, Layla’s annoying voice made Ryan even more angrier. Can’t she shut up. Shut up girl before he feeds you petrol to burn your mouth. Within few seconds she was thrown out of bed. That must of hurt a lot. Well serves her right! “What dude?”, she was now scared seeing Ryan reaction. Coming to my side she took water to quench her thirst. Really what have we done to be drinking water like dinosaurs? “You both are screwed”, that one word is enough to make us gape. Still waiting for him to say this is a prank. “It for real”, he sighed. Why do you both get drunk when you don’t have a liquor tolerance?”, he face palmed hisself. “What happened?”, Layla small voiced calmed Ryan a little. “Except you both pulled Stephen out of his home and pulled his hair, bit him off at some… no many places…taking it up a picture and posting it in social media…nothing happened”, he finished. While my eyes literally gawked out of my eye balls. “And FYI Bell it was Layla idea to post it on her account. She tagged you too”, Ryan smirked at Layla while she squired away in fear. “Ah…I forgot”, Ryan said thinking about something. “Not anymore”, Layla begged. “You both puked on him and his mom who came to stop you both”, he finished the story. “Holy…”, Before I could finished my phone started ringing. God…it’s my dad ringtone. “Ryan…I begged you please elope with me to another planet”, I got down on his leg and clutched it tightly. “Get your a** off bell”, he started to pull me off. While Layla came and clutched his other leg. “Please Ryan…help us”, we both begged him. “ I did take care of everything…but”, he sighed. “But?”, I asked. “Except the post”, he smirked. “A**hole. That the first thing you should have taken care of”, I punch his nose. “Bell”, he hissed in pain. “That’s not my fault. She changed her password”, he pointed out his situation. “Oh my god…ask the god to save you from me”, with that I lunged myself at her. I pulled her hair. “Can’t you stop using that useless account of yours at useless times?”, I hit her shoulder really hard. “You should have stopped me”, she pinched my thigh hard. I cursed in pain. “Guys stop it. I deleted the post using my influence”, he made us stop while we giggled. “But…”, he signed again. “Hell with your butt Ryan!!! I’m leaving”, I shouted in annoyance. “Nothing happened other than your father liked the post”, he dropped an atom bomb on my head making me spin. “This is not happening…out of all people…my…dad…”, I cried out. “I escaped” Layla words after Ryan made me want to bury her in her grave. “Count your time Layla smith… I‘lI come for you”, l threatened her. My phone ringed again. I took my things and drove to my house. Layla escaped while I’m screwed. Hell with this luck. I can imagine my dad’s reaction while likening the post. “Arabella Collins…stand right there… how dare you…to trouble people and taking it to social media after getting drunk?” You got drunk?” My mom would exaggerate. Reaching home I stayed inside the car and took a heavy breaths. “You can do it…you are Arabella Collins…you are the strongest women I know…now get down there and apologize. Note: Do not get into an argument. You can do it”, after giving me a pep talk I was about to open the door. “Ahhhhh!! I can’t do it…” I left my head to fall on the steering. After hitting my head on the steering for several times and pulling out my hair crazy women…I walked to my silently. Taking my heels in my hand I hid behind the pillar waiting for my mum to move into the kitchen from the hall. “This is crazy”, I cursed to myself slightly. Walking slightly yet faster… I was about to take the first stair until I heard my dad making me freeze. “Arabella Collins… Stand right there… How dare you…to trouble people and taking it to social media after drinking?”, he shouted where I wanted the ground to swallow me and say goodbye to the world. “You got drunk?”, My mom exaggerated joining him. “I…”, I started to from some sentence…but my brain seemed to forget every word I learned from kindergarten. “You are grounded for two days”, his punishment made me gawk.“Dad are you serious?”, I asked in disbelief. “Yes”, my dad stern voice said there is no room for argument. But me being myself I opened my mouth. “Dad I’m Arabella Collins CEO OF I&C industries plus I’m 23… I can do whatever I want, goodbye to my peace. My beautiful mouth can’t shut up seeing the cruelty of the world. “One week”, he glared at me. “Dad.” “Two weeks”, that made ne shut up. I turned my back and walked to my room silently. My phone ringed. “Is everything okay?”, Layla small voice made me angriest. I can sense the happiness in her voice. “LAYLA SMITH YOU ARE DEAD TODAY”, I screamed in frustration and threw the phone on the bed. “Three weeks” came from my father voice hearing me from downstairs. I jumped and rolled in the bed in annoyance but didn’t open my mouth. I didn’t want to add another week. Pulling the bed sheet in irritation I sprawled in bed cursing my luck. I’m not touching alcohol anymore.
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