Chapter Fourteen
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I feel it coming out my throat guess I better wash my mouth out with soap.
God I wish I never spoke now I gotta wash my mouth out with soap.
~Melanie Martinez song Soap
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"You should really watch your mouth cause good girls get hurt." Maddox says calmly which makes me more scared.
"And bad girls don't?" I say with a risen eyebrow I don't want him to see me scared so I act all tough. He glares at me not impressed with my question.
I huff crossing my arms.
"Why am I here Maddox?" I mumble. He chuckles darkly walking towards me until his nose it touching mine.
"You know why you are here you wanted to expose my friends..I don't like snitches." He whispers his warm breath fanning my face.
I look up staring directly in his green eyes.
"Well I don't like jerks." I whisper back he looks suprised at what I said but quickly brings back his glare.
"Why are you so diffrent Willow."
"Maybe...maybe beacuse I want to be free." I whisper back staring at Maddox.
He places both his hands behind me trapping me he moves slightly closer.
"Free from what?" He whispers in my ear looking back at me. I ponder for a bit thinking about the answer.
"Free from..free from bullshit." I mumble.
He stares intensly at me and the hatred in his eyes is replaced with another emotion that I can't pinpoint. He licks his lips just staring at me.
"I don't like diffrent." He whispers backing away from me and walking out the storage closet. Leaving me puzzled.
That was random.
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"Hey... ma I'm going to Bonnie's house." I say through the phone shutting the front door. I decided to ride my bike to Bonnie's house I needed to clear my mind a bit and riding my bike will help.
My mom can't afford to get me a car Victoria is the only one with a car between the four of us she got it at a junk yard fixing it with the money she saved up from her summer jobs.
Me and my friends aren't the richest well except Zenith she it filthy rich her parents are in the law field,Bonnie is normal of I could say her mom is a preschool teacher and her dad works in construction as for Victoria her mom is a secutary and her father is a police officer we all have pretty normal lives nothing to extravagant ...well except for Zenith.
I throw my backpack in the little basket at the front of my bike I climb on pedalling down the street it's still pretty light outside the sun is setting down slowly and the moon is creeping in.
The wind sweeped through my hair the window was lovely as the leaves were falling down it was Autumn my favourite season. I stop in front of Bonnie's double story wooden home. I drop my bike on the lawn grabbing my bag jogging up the porch of Bonnie's house.
I open the door wide open inviting myself in.
"Honey I'm home!" I call out with a deep voice.
"Is that Willow?" Claire ,Bonnie's mother peeks out to the foyer smiling at me.
"Hello Claire." I greet hugging her I pull away from here.
"Is Bonnie in her room?"
"Yeah just go up I'll make you guys some snacks." Claire says walking back in the kitchen. I go up the stairs excitedly this sleepover is going to be so much fun.
When I get closer to Bonnie's room which is at the end of the hall I hear voices. I get closer.
"She's a problem." That's Steven's voice I peek through the door and see all the guys there, my friends looked skepictal.
"Give her a chance." Victoria whispered.
"She's just jealous of you guys." Maddox grumbled throwing a skittle in his mouth.
"Willow?" I snap my gaze I see Bonnie standing up slowly.
"Sorry I'm such a problem." I snap running down the hall.
"Will wait!" I hear Zenith call out I run to the front door I run out grabbing my bike and pedaling down the streeet ingnoring my friends protest.
I pedal home tears blurring my vision I hate Maddox, I hate myself ,my friends are better without me.
"Ahhh!" I scream pedalling down the street.
I get home soon after running in the house.
"Ma!" I call out crying my mom appears from the kitchen when she sees my face she pulls me in a tight hug.
"Shhh it's okay honey." She whispers in my ear.
For the rest of the evening I cry in my mom's shoulder as she comforts me.
Why do bad things happen to me?
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