Knocking on the door a few times, she tucked her hands back
into the pockets of her jacket. She could feel a vibrant stinging
pain throbbing in her lesser lip. Lifting her hand to touch the
area, it easily ached more in pain. She wiped the blood from
her lip that was now on her fingers off on her pants before the
other girl opened the door. Where was she even supposed to
begin? Showing up at your ex girlfriends door at one in the
morning isn’t always the greatest idea. “I really need some
money.” That most definitely wasn’t the best way to start the
conversation. “Something went down with my mom and I’ll pay
you back as soon as possible, I just need enough for a bus
ticket.” She explained, Hoping the other girl wouldn’t pay too
much attention to her lip, or even notice it at all for that matter.
“I don’t — I don’t think I wanna meet your mom
yet, Babe. She isn’t gonna like me.. I know it.
My own mom doesn’t even like me.”
Considering her mothers latest attack on her just last night it was
difficult for her to do anything without being in excruciating pain.
Her mom was furious last night and she always took it out on
Sienna when the two were alone. Her mom was out running
errands for the day and she wasn’t expecting any company so
she felt as if it were the perfect time to cry about everything she’s
been holding in so long. The emotional pain, the physical pain,
the stress, the guilt, the self-blaming, insomnia.. She always
knew she could be an awful person at times, leading her to
believe maybe she deserved what her mother does to her. The
cigarette burns up her arms and inner thighs, even along her
stomach. She felt like she deserved it all.
"Are you just gonna walk away? We need to talk about this!" Lauren swallowed hard, "If you say it didn’t happen.. I believe you.."
Sighing loudly, she crossed her arms over her chest
and glared at the other. “Are you sure about that?
Because you didn’t seem too sure a few seconds
"But why would she lie about seeing you two? I don’t know what to think at this moment, you can’t blame me for that."
“I don’t know? Why don’t you go figure it out
and then come back here once you realize
it’s all bullshit?”
“Are you finished yet? Because if so I’ve got
better things to do than to sit and waste my
time listening to you accusing me cheating.”