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Smooth Criminal

thirty-two.

A week of punishment had already passed and I could physical feel myself going mentally insane. The isolation was pure torture. I have no idea how I survived like this before I met my friends. The sick part was that going to school was the only highlight of my day due to the fact that it was the only time I got to see Alex. My first weekend alone was absolutely horrific. I barely came out of my room, which got me in more trouble since I was “neglecting my chores.” And I was too depressed to even think about food, resulting in Alex having a conniption fit every time he saw me. Apparently I looked like shit and was wasting away into nothing. But between the crying and the fits of anger I was constantly throwing, I was too exhausted to go get food every time I realized I was hungry. So I just ended up sleeping a lot.
Parker tried to help me escape the other day, telling Dad that we were going to go work on homework at the library one evening. That didn’t go over too well.
“Your sister is grounded, Parker,” Dad boomed madly. I rolled my eyes.
“Dad, she’s been locked up in her room for days. I think a change of scenery might actually help her. We’re just going to the library to do homework. I’ll be there the whole time, keeping an eye on her.” Parker lifted up his own book bag for proof that we’d be where we said we would be.
“Absolutely not. She’s grounded.”
I slammed an angry fist into the wall hard enough for it bruise over on the knuckle. I just wanted out of this goddamn prison of a house. Was that too much to ask for?
“Dad,” Parker urged the man. “C’mon. This is, like, Stella’s first offense. She’s never done anything wrong. Ease up on her.”
Dad took in a deep breath.
“Parker, if we let up on every single person who was on their first offense, do you really think that would teach anyone a lesson? If a first-time rape offender came into my station, do you really think slapping him on the wrist and sending him on his way really would have taught him anything?” A pause hung in the air and I rolled my eyes, still hiding on the staircase. “No. Absolutely fucking not. He’d be back in there with the same charges, or worse. He could still be out on the streets, raping people.”
Parker let out a loud scoff.
“She skipped school to get food, Dad. Comparing her to a rapist is pretty extreme. And in her defense, cafeteria food is pretty shitty. Cut her some slack, man.”
You could hear the back of our dad’s hand colliding with Parker’s face from a block away. I winced and retreated back to my room as Dad screamed at Parker for overstepping boundaries and such. So essentially I was back at square one.
I was hunched over a stack of homework, lazily going from one answer to the next, when Parker knocked on my bedroom door. My eyes immediately flickered to the red hand print on his face.
“Worth it,” he shrugged when he noticed my staring. “I had to at least try.”
“Thank you,” I said, my voice barely submerging above a whisper.
“Just hang in there. May will be here before we know it. And then you’ll be ungrounded and I’ll be graduated and moving the fuck out of here.” Parker sighed in relief and sank to the ground next me.
All I could do was nod my head in agreement.
“One week down, seven more to go.”
The two of us sat in silence for a while, neither of us doing anything. The perpetual boredom was going to kill me before these next seven weeks were over.

Later that evening, I found myself outside for once, having had enough time locked away in my bedroom. The brisk wind slapped me in the face as I scouted any object within walking distance to take pictures of.
I was missing tonight’s show, and that fact by itself was enough to drive me crazy. Thank god my dad didn’t know I even had a camera in my possession or I’m sure that would have been confiscated along with everything else I owned that wasn’t a textbook. I suppose that now that I had all of this free time, I could use this as a chance to work on my photography and really perfect the art.
But one could only brave the cold weather for so long before turning into a human icicle, so eventually I had to go back into the chambered walls of my bedroom.
As I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t fight the urge to break down in tears for the millionth time in days. I hadn’t missed one of the boys’ shows since the day I met them. Spending my Saturday nights getting all dressed up and hanging out backstage while snapping candids had become second nature to me. It was a huge part of our lives. Spending time with my friends was what was saving my sanity in this prison of a life I was stuck with. These shows were like my lifeline. Knowing that everyone was having the time of their lives at the concert and then heading back to Amanda’s house for pizza and scary movies without me was eating me alive inside.
The blazing hot feeling of resentment roared in my chest as I mentally cursed my father for putting me in this position.
I mean, wasn’t he a teenager once? Did he have friends he hung out with? I’m sure there were a few odd weekly routines they had fallen into. So why wasn’t I allowed to experience that, too? What was so horrible about me that makes it so awful for me to have a life? Like Parker mentioned to our dad beforehand; this was my first offense. I had never done a single thing wrong up until now. I played by the rules and I did what I was told. I made sure to do everything that was asked of me and still managed to have time for my own personal life. Despite what my father may believe, it is possible to have friends (both girl and boy friends) and still be able to be a good, honest person. The honesty part in this particular situation just happened to be quite circumstantial.
As I watched my ceiling fan swing itself in the circular rotation, my stomach began to clench. My mouth immediately began to water and I rushed myself to the bathroom, upheaving the three strawberries I had eaten previously that afternoon. After those had hit the water in the toilet bowl, my stomach muscles were essentially trying to pull any source of food or liquid I had consumed in the last five hours. But seeing as how this was the reaction to anything I fed my body, I just gave up any and all hope of eating for the foreseeable future.
Once the endless torture of dry heaving had come to a stop, I sat on the cold, tile floor of the bathroom with my head between my knees.
Is there some sort of virus going around that I was unfortunate enough to catch?
I thought about the amount of kids that had been absent from school recently and ruled that as the source of the sickness. As soon as I had that problem figured out, I scattered to my feet and brushed my teeth, ready to put myself in bed for the night since there wasn’t really anything else worth doing.
Face to face with my own reflection, I scanned over the image of myself before me.
My eyes were hallow and blood-shot, my hair a disheveled mess of blonde strings pointing in every which-way. My collarbones were sticking out so far that they could have easily poked someone’s eye out if they got too close to me. I had definitely lost a few pounds, but it wasn’t really something I was too concerned about. Depression usually goes hand-in-hand with weight loss, right?
The sight of myself was beginning to make me nauseous, so I retired back to my room.
I pulled a pillow tightly to my chest, curling myself up into a ball.
“I love you, Alex,” I whispered into the darkness of my room, a small tear rolling down my cheek. Fuck, I was lonely.

Three more days until I get to see my friends again. Three more days until I get to see Alex again…

Notes

I'm seeing Panic! tonight so enjoy this filler.
I hate Stella's dad.
There's like eight chapters left and I'm kind of sad. I forgot how much I liked this story. Oh well, looks like I just have to keep it going with a sequel.

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