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Smooth Criminal

thirty-one.

Miraculously, I was able to keep down the four chicken nuggets I ate at Wendy’s that afternoon on my mini vacation away from school with Alex. You could notice that my lack of appetite was still weighing heavily on the boy, but he chose not to say anything and took the small victory of me eating the small portion of food.
When the two of us arrived back at the school, we were immediately bombarded by the rest of our group of friends, minus Zack, of course.
“Is everything okay?” Amanda whispered in my ear as the guys all crowded around Jack’s locker to talk about God knows what.
I nodded my head with a meek smile, not really wanting to go into detail about today’s events. I was exhausted and wasn’t really up for reliving that conversation.
“Last I saw you, you were freaking out about Lisa being near Alex.”
I took a deep breath, pushing the building anger I had managed to escape all day to the back burner of the millions of emotions I was already experiencing.
“I was not freaking out,” I combatted her statement with an attempted eyeroll.
Amanda shot me a knowing look and blinked slowly.
“Stells. You were strangling her with your eyes. Don’t even try me with that bullshit.”
I shrugged my shoulders, giving her the most innocent look I could possibly muster.
“She has no business being near him,” I stated calmly. “And he knows that.”
“You’d think after everything that happened in Texas, the kid would have gained some common sense…” Amanda looked over our shoulders to take a quick glance at the boy in question. He was deep in conversation with Jack and Rian about some video game that was being released later this summer.
I took in the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about something that excited him; my heart soaring at the way he had to flip his bangs out of his beautiful eyes. My heart just about burst open in adoration.
“I don’t know, Amanda. I trust him. It’s her I don’t trust…” I trailed off, picking at a hangnail. “We’re okay though.” I nodded my head in confirmation, more so to myself than her.
“As long as you’re okay,” she restated, shrugging her shoulders. “It’s almost three thirty. I gotta go home and get started on the mountain of homework I have.”
I waved goodbye to my friend as she locked arms with Jack, the two sending themselves on their way to Amanda’s house to do ‘homework.’ If there was one thing I have come to learn about those two it was this: those two should never be left alone in the same room for more than sixty seconds if you wanted anything to get done.
“You ready to go, babe?”
Alex appeared at my side, wrapping his arms tightly around my torso. I nodded my head, allowing myself to sink into his comforting embrace. My nerves seemed to be extremely on edge constantly and being near Alex seemed to make it all disappear, even for just a small moment.
“Yeah, I’ve gotta get to cleaning before the warden gets home,” I mumbled into his neck, placing a sweet kiss on his jawline before removing myself from his grasp.
“Bye, guys,” I called to Rian and Kara as Alex and I walked down the hallway.
The cold air slapped me in the face as I opened the doors leading to the parking lot. I opened my phone to let Parker know that I had a ride home, just in case he had been waiting on me, and told him that I’d be home to do chores shortly.
“How was your day?” Alex asked with a goofy grin as we pulled out of the parking lot. I turned on the radio for background noise for our less-than-ten-minute journey to my house.
“It was good. I got to spend the day with you, so that’s always a big plus.” I shot him a grin from the passenger side of the car, taking his hand in my own. I noticed the difference in size and studied the rough callouses on the tips of his fingers, comparing them to my own soft, smooth fingers. Two totally different textures. But I couldn’t think of anything more compatible.
The rest of the ride was spent in a comfortable silence. When Alex pulled up to the house, I noticed the cruiser parked in the driveway. My stomach instantly rose to my throat and I had the sudden urge to vomit.
“Fuck,” Alex shouted, driving a bit past my house and stopped two doors away, being sure that his car was safely hidden in front of a neighbor’s car. “Isn’t he supposed to be at work?”
I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. My breathing became heavy and a pool of copper-tasting saliva collected at the roof of my mouth.
“I-I have to g-go,” I whispered, my voice an uneasy tremble. Alex stared at me as I collected my book bag from the floorboard and readjusted the ponytail sitting on my head. My hands shook violently as I moved.
“Call me,” he demanded and I nodded my head. A simple kiss was placed on my forehead. “I love you.”
I stared into my boyfriend’s eyes, searching for an escape route. I was met with nothing but sorrow and a hint of fear instead.
“Love you,” I muttered as I opened the door. Alex was gone before I was even able to take a single step towards the house.
I wracked my brain for any other reason as to why my father could possibly be home, but there wasn’t any answer other than he knew.
I completely forgot that the school contacted our parents when we missed a day of school. There was no telling what can of worms this incident was going to lead to.
I was dead.
After spending a few seconds to recollect myself, I finally made my way to the front door, opening it slowly, unsure of what to expect as I stepped inside.
My father was sitting on the couch, reading the daily paper. A cup of coffee clutched tightly in his left hand. His gaze never shifted to me, even as I set my bag down by the front door and made my way to the kitchen for a bottle of water.
Maybe he just happen to have the afternoon off? I thought to myself as I padded towards the staircase to lock myself in my room.
“Stop right there.”
I instantly froze.
“Or not…” I whispered to myself.
I slowly turned around, placing a dumbfounded expression on my face. Innocent until proven guilty. That’s a thing, right?
“Dad,” I gushed in an innocently sweet voice. “I didn’t see you there. What are you doing home so early?” A smile tugged at the corners of my lips and I showed off my full set of teeth.
You look retarded. Don’t overplay this.
I covered my teeth with my lips, toning the act down a bit.
“Your mother got a call from the school this morning.”
I nodded my head cooly, unsure of why he was sitting here if my mom was the one who got the call.
“I had a late start this morning, so I answered the call while she was getting dressed.”
Today is my last day of existence.
“Care to inform me where it was you were today, Lucille?” My father finally turned his head from the newspaper and stared at me intense eyes. I stood there in silence, wracking my brain for any answer that didn’t involve me skipping school.
“I-“ I started to say, but my brain stopped cooperating with the rest of my body and shut down completely. I was fucked.
“You? You what? You skipped class? No, wait. You skipped school.” The newspaper smacked the coffee table with a sickening thud, causing me to jump slightly. “We do not skip school in this house. You live under my roof, you will abide by my rules. Now tell me. What was so important that you just absolutely had to miss a day of school?”
I blinked, unable to find my voice at this particular moment in time.
“I-I don’t…”
“WHERE DID YOU GO?” My father’s voice echoed throughout the house and settled deeply in my soul. A violent shiver ripped through my body at the loud, startling noise.
“I went to get food,” I offered quietly.
“Food? You went to get food? The school has a goddamn cafeteria, Lucille! There is no reason you need to go off campus to get anything. Your job is to go to school and stay there until it’s time to come home. Speaking of which, is there a reason your brother came home an entire thirty minutes before you? Parker is supposed to be the one who brings you to and from school. Why were you not with him?”
The accusations and questions never came to an end. I should have been in an interrogation room, sweating under the harsh light from a single lamp placed on a desk like you see on those crime shows.
“I got a ride home from a friend.”
Shit. I should have said Amanda. The answer was too vague. Dammit, dammit, dammit. I’m fucked.
“Who gave you a ride, Stella?” The tone in my father’s voice told me that lying wasn’t an option here. Something told me that he already had an idea as to who’s car I was in.
“Alex.” I stared intently at the ground, absolutely petrified to give the man any sort of eye contact.
The coffee table was flipped upside, the breaking of glass endlessly ringing in my ears. I flinched, taking three steps away from him.
“That’s two rules you’ve now broken in one day. But I’m sure that today isn’t the first day you’ve been around that Gaskarth kid,” my dad spat venomously. For whatever reason, I looked up at my father, meeting his angry eyes with my own sad, pleading ones. “You’re grounded.”
“But dad!” I shrieked. The guys had a show this weekend that I needed to work at and if I missed it, the end of the world might actually ensue. “I cannot be grounded! It was just a ride home from school! Alex is in one of my classes and we were just staying behind to talk about an assignment?!”
I figured the whole truth wasn’t exactly necessary.
“You know the rules. Absolutely no boys, Lucille. And you broke, not only that rule, but you skipped school. And a simple text to tell Parker to wait for you wouldn’t have done any harm. His job is to be your transportation. He would have waited for you.”
I hung my head low.
“Okay,” I huffed. A single tear fell down my face. I was exhausted and wanted nothing more but to go up to my room, curl up in a ball under my blankets, and cry myself to sleep. This whole day had been far too overwhelming. I was done with it all.
“Excuse me?” My dad bellowed at me. I looked up at him, my face contorted in confusion. “Did I hear a ‘yes, sir?’”
“I’m already grounded. What more do you fucking want from me?” I spat at him. The venom in my voice and the response itself took me utter surprise. Where the hell did that come from?
My head flew back as my father’s hand collided with my right cheek. The warmth of the collision heated my face, my tears licking the wound. I stood there, dumbstruck.
“You’re done,” he spat at me. I blinked at him, unable to form any coherent thoughts. “There will be no television, no phone, no Amanda’s, nothing. Just you, this house, and your school work until the end of the school year.”
“School doesn’t get out until May?!” I screamed hysterically. “It’s March!”
“I’m fully aware, Stella. I don’t need a damn calendar.”
I blinked, running my fingers through my hair.
There was no fucking way this was legitimately happening right now. This was all just a dream. A sick, sick dream. I needed to wake up. Now.
But the stinging from my cheek was a friendly reminder that I was fully conscious and this was really happening. My father demanded my phone from me and I told him that I had left it in my book bag. He went to get himself a sandwich and I took this time to delete my texts from essentially everyone that wasn’t in my family. I’d have to speak to Parker about telling everyone not to text me until the unforeseeable future.
When my dad came back from the kitchen, I slammed my phone in his palm and sprinted to my room, dramatically throwing myself on the comforter.
“Fuck!” I screamed into my pillow, hysterical sobs wracking my body.
This was it. This is what it’s like to be in Hell.

Notes

Comments

This was one of my absolute favorite stories. I am very curious to know if you are going to continue with this? Because I have to know what happens next.

BreaClift. BreaClift.
6/14/21

I want to know if there is going to be sequel to this story?

BreaClift. BreaClift.
3/26/19

I don't remember anything. I need to restart this. Damn, all I remember is loving this. Only more reason to read it all again.

Haha, keepin' it real. :) No worries, the only one that was kind of concerning was the Blink-180 because I think that's the first time I've ever seen that. XD But I figured it was a typo.
:)

Nanook Nanook
1/4/19

@Daydreamers her big reveal will be in the last chapter ;) hang tight.

katybear18 katybear18
1/4/19