“Oh, I don’t think he’s talking to me, sweetheart.” The girl's smug smile quickly wiped from her face as her mouth dropped open.
She couldn’t believe I’d turned it on her, but she scoffed, grabbed her things, and stormed past me without another word. The door slammed hard. I stood there for a moment, chest heaving, shirt still half-unbuttoned. The taste of her still clinging to my mouth, replaced now with the acid of fury.
“You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve,” I spat, pointing a finger as I glared at her. “What the fuck are you doing here Misfit?” My voice low and dangerous.
“Stopping you for making yet another mistake, that’s what.”
“What? By cockblocking me?” I scoffed, “I didn’t ask you to! Do you think I don’t know what I’m doing?” My voice rose as my arms flung out at my sides. “Well, congratulations. You’ve completely ruined my night.” She moved, closing the distance between us faster than I could keep up with.
“I’ll ruin your entire fucking week if you keep mouthing off at me like that.” I turned away from her, pacing, dragging a hand through my hair, my body still vibrating with adrenaline and frustration.
“You’re not my keeper,”
“No,” she said, softer now. “But you’re sure as hell acting like someone that needs one.”
I pushed past her, heading down the hallway, when she grabbed me, halting me in my movements.
“I don’t think so!” My body stumbled as she pulled me back, brow furrowed, looking at her hand tightly wrapped around my arm.
What did she want from me?
“What the fuck is all this about? What is it Screech?”
“All what?”
“Don’t play dumb Screech, you’re clearly self-sabotaging.” I couldn’t help the defiant laugh that escaped me. I could feel her grip tighten, her face remaining somewhat devoid of emotion.
“And you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you? Running away, hiding behind your little walls of sarcasm and self-righteousness.”
“Don’t make this about me! I’m not the one standing here swaying, off my face on God knows what, trying to numb myself with some faceless girl.” I was growing bored with the sheer audacity of her questions. Seeing as she never wanted to answer mine, why did she think she would get the same courtesy?
I ran my hands over my face. “What do you want from me Misfit?”
“I want the truth!” her voice rising, “I want to know why you’re doing this!”
“You!” I yelled. Her body flinched as rage took over.
“Me?.. Oh, here we go, how the fuck is you getting high as a kite, anything to do with me?” I remained silent as she gave out a sharp laugh. “It’s like juvie déjà vu. I got the blame for that as well, you losing your head in solitary.” She was treating me like a child, leaning into me with mocking sarcasm.
“You and your little freaky mate, all red-eyed, one-handed choke slamming a guy,” I stepped closer, pushing my face close to hers. “I know what I fucking saw, and you are lying to me! You were there, you saw it all. And then you fucked off and let me sit here, researching bullshit to try and at least find some fucking explanation for what I saw.”
“So that’s what this is? This pathetic display? Going off the deep end because you’re not getting the answers you want?”
I shook my head, biting down on my bottom lip with anger. There was that word again, which was turning out to be one of her favourites for me, but it just made my blood boil. “I know there’s something you’re not telling me, and I want to know what it is, now.” Yanking my arm free from her grasp. She hesitated, shaking her head as she remained quiet.
“Tell me, Misfit, you better fucking tell me, I know I’m not crazy—”
“I can’t!”
I was done with her; my angry laugh echoed down the hallway as I headed for the bedroom.
I slammed the door behind me, a violent bang ricocheting through the apartment. Pulling my shirt the rest of the way off, I hurled it across the room, the fabric smacking uselessly against the dresser before slumping to the floor.
His voice now rattling around my mind. And with the drugs still lingering in my system, it was the last thing I was expecting. But his voice came loud and demanding.
She’s playing with you! Stop her. Take control, or I will.
Given my current state, I would gladly let that happen.I heard her footsteps approaching outside the room before she swung open the door, silhouetted against the hallway light, arms folded tight against her chest. My head lolling back as an annoyed groan took over.
