I hopped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. My wet hair was stuck to my face. It was only four and I planned on hanging with the guys later. I put on a pair of ripped skinny jeans. I grabbed my black Green Day t-shirt an grabbed my black Vans. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I fixed my shirt on my body until I was satisfied with how it looked. I heard noises from downstairs. "Jack," I asked walking out of my room. There was no answer. I walked down the steps quietly walking towards the kitchen. I peered in to see Alex sitting in my kitchen. I screamed at the top of my lungs sprinting towards the stairs. I ran up and locked myself in my room. "Open up," Jack said knocking on the door. "Not until you tell me why the hell that thing is in our house," I said pacing in my room. I heard Alex chuckle. "Open up," Jack repeated. I opened the door. "Why is he here," I said pointing at Alex. "He's my friend," Jack said walking down the steps following Alex. "No he's not Jack, he's not your friend and you know that," I said starting to raise my voice. "Since when do you have control over who my friends are," he screamed at me. I jumped back a bit. Jack had never ever yelled at me. I choked over my own words trying to recollect myself. My confusion turned into hatered. "I hate you Jack," I screamed running up into my room. I slammed the door, locking it behind me. I walked into my bathroom and turned the cold water on. I splashed my face with water. I looked on the counter and saw it there. It was mocking me. It glisened in the light. I grabbed it in my hands and pressed it against my wrist. I carefuly slid it on my wrist seven or eight times. I felt the blood dripping down my arm. I stuck my arm in the sink letting it wash down the blood. I turned off the faucet and picked up my phone. I dialed Vic. "Hello," someone said picking up. "Vic," I asked sniffeling. "No this is Mike, who is this," he said. "It's Stella, can you put Vic on," I said still sniffeling. "Sure thing Stells," he said putting him on. "Baby what's wrong," was the first thing Vic said. I started to cry. "I'm coming to get you. I'll text you when I'm at your house," he said hanging up. I sat there waiting for Vic. He texted me:
"I'm here mi amor."
I grabbed my sweat shirt and put it on. I zipped it up and pulled my hood over my head. I opened up the window and hopped out. I closed it behind me. Alex's car was in the driveway still which brought back the pain of the fight with my brother. I climbed down the side of my house into the front yard and sprinted for where Vic stood. I ran into his arms and he held me close to his body. I started crying again. "Shh," he said rubbing my back. Vic opened up the car door for me as I hopped in. He got behind the wheel and we headed off for his house.