Dania’s face turned a scary molten color. She advanced toward me, her chest heaving up and down. She looked murderous.
“Don’t youfucking daretell me how to be a mother! What the hell do you know about it? I’m sick and tired of your sanctimonious bullshit!” she screamed. She reached out and swiped everything off the top of my dresser.
“You stupid, judgmental bitch!” she shrieked as she ran over to my bed and turned over my suitcase. Everything upended on the floor.
“Stop it, Dania!” I yelled, trying to grab ahold of her.
“Oh, I’ll stop it all right. This friendship is done! I never want to see you again! Don’t call! Don’t stop by! Don’t even fucking think about me! I can do this on my own! I’ve never needed you,Ells,”she screamed.
“You were just the sad, pathetic kid I took pity on. I stopped Mr. Flanders from messing with you because I didn’t want to see you sniveling and crying. It was fucking annoying. Do you honestly think I ever even liked you? Fuck no! We all have always laughed about you behind your back. Shane used to call you the fish fuck! We all cracked up over that one. He’d tell us how you’d just lay there while he screwed you. That you were about as hot as dead fish. And then you’d cry because he didn’t call you. You sad, pathetic bitch! And then there was that guy Aaron our junior year that you panted after. Yeah he screwed you. But what you didn’t know was that I fucked him right afterwards. And do you know what he told me? That you sucked. That I was so much better than you were. That you wouldn’t know how to fuck a dildo! Every guy you’ve ever wanted, wanted me more! Just remember that. And your friends were only hanging out with you because I told them to. No one likes you, Ellie. They never have.”
I didn’t know what to say. She was unleashing ten years of venom that I had never guessed that she felt. Sure, I knew she was selfish and self-centered. But I had truly believed on some level, she had cared about me.
But what I was hearing spewing out of her mouth was bitter, hateful jealousy. She needed people to like her, to want her, more than they liked or wanted me. That in her head, for all of these years, we had been engaged in some sort of competition that I hadn’t been aware of.
I thought I had kept myself cut off from feeling anything deeply for her or our friendship. That it had been a relationship born out of necessity rather than choice. Somehow I had convinced myself that I had never become overly attached to Dania.
That was such a lie.
Because her hate filled tirade cut me to the quick. It hurt. A lot.
“So it makes sense that you’d end up with a guy like the ‘tard. No one else wants you! So go fuck the freak. You take up too much of my air anyway!” Dania flipped her hair over her shoulder and stomped out of my room.
I stood there, unable to respond. Unable to yell back at her.
Then my front door was slamming shut behind her. And just like that, our friendship was over.
I turned back to my dresser and saw the mess she had made of my things. I dropped to my knees and picked up one of my sculptures. The tiny Big Ben was broken in half. I rummaged through the wreckage. Every single one was irreparably broken.
I supposed it was only fitting Dania would destroy them.
She had obviously wanted nothing more than to destroy me all this time.
But it would take more than her hateful words to bring me down.
Because I had something to fight for now.
I ran my finger over the tiny piece of art that Flynn had created.
I had Flynn. And I had my future.
And that was something Dania could never take from me.
-Ellie-
Flynn was going over the list he had made for the hundredth time. We were planning to be on the road by eleven. It was now ten thirty. Flynn had calculated our time down to the second.
He carefully picked through his suitcase, counting his shirts and pants. Then he counted his socks and boxer shorts.
This trip was much more difficult for him than I thought it would be. I should have known better of course. Flynn didn’t do well with change in routine. He had his days structured just so.
And even though he was the one who suggested going away, I should have realized that it would require a lot of planning and fore thought on his part so he wouldn’t get upset.
I had already witnessed one such freak out when I had accidentally gotten him the wrong kind of toothpaste. He used Colgate Whitening religiously. When he said he needed some more for our trip, I offered to pick it up. He told me at least four times the brand he needed.
But Reggie and her ramblings had distracted me and I had picked up Colgate Tartar Control instead.
It had resulted in a level ten melt down.
