Carter slowly walked towards me, butterflies swarming in my stomach, filling every inch of me.
"Assi." he grabbed my wrists, and made me look at him. "Who was that song about?"
"You know who."
"Was it... about me?"
"What would you say if it was?" I...
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After having a mental breakdown in a hallway of KFC, I was so fucking drained. I didn't know why Carter showed up, Kaitlyn told me she was going to get help. At least he didn't ask about why I was crying or why I was scared about a car.
I knew the boys were on to it, but I figured I had a while before they fully put two and two together. It wouldn't surprise me if they already knew, they weren't total dumbasses.
When we got inside, I was going to go upstairs and take a shower, but Kaitlyn grabbed my wrist to stop me. I let out a shallow sigh, knowing what she was about to talk to me about.
"Assi, are you ok?" she asked gently, as if I was a piece of glass that would shatter if someone went anywhere near it.
"Yeah, why?"
"Your dad was literally in the car park, you had a panic attack and then hardly said anything to anyone for the next hour. It was rude and awkward for me. I know you're mentally drained or some shit but at least try, babes."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to not have an argument with her.
"Kaitlyn. I thought you understood or at least... You know I don't have a ton of social energy and the fact that I actually had a panic attack was draining enough for me. If all you're going to say is that I'm a rude bitch then don't bother, I've heard it enough in my life." I took a deep breath as I pointed at her in the chest. "But I would never, and I mean never expect you to be so selfish and tell me that I should have just faked a smile."
"How is it my fucking problem? The world doesn't revolve around you and your problems. Yes, your dad abused you but what do you want? A medal?" she raised her voice sarcastically. "Well done, you didn't die from being kicked a couple times. Congratulations. You could have fucking fought back."
I was shaking from anger.
"Fuck you." was all I said, storming out of the house.
I began to cry and cry for the second time that day, not knowing what to do. The one person I trusted more than anyone else in the world said those things.
It hurt my chest, my head, it hurt everywhere that I began to feel numb. The effect her words had on my body was endless.
Was I really that selfish?
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, one, twice, three times before I checked it.
The caller ID said : Aiden.
Why was he calling me?
"Hello?" I asked, my voice still sounding like I had been crying.
"Assi? Are you ok? Kaitlyn just called Jordan and screamed the fuck out of our ears when we tried to stand up for you."
"That was quick..." I muttered. "Yeah I'm fine, I just want to sleep right now but I'm not going back to the house."
I saw Aiden mute himself, and figured he was talking to someone. Or he had given up on the conversation and didn't want to talk to me anymore. I was about to hang up the call when I heard it being unmuted.
