I Love My Brother's Best Friend — Chapter 21

Ugh, Spring cleaning, I thought.

It's not even spring what the hell is wrong with Adam? Making me clean on a Sunday. Sure my room was messy, but it wasn't going to kill anyone.

I stared down at the pile of my clothes and sighed. It would take forever to clean up all this stuff. Maybe I could just shove it under my bed and then go out with Aaron before Adam could figure it out.

I decided that it sounded like a good plan. I got down on my knees and looked under my bed. There one box sitting at the very back with a flash light. I furrowed my brow while wondering why I would've kept those two things back there.

Being the not so tall person I am, I slipped under the bed to retrieve the box. My floor was surprisingly clean, thank god. I slide on the hard wooden floor like a peguin until I was at the back. I grabbed the box and tried to back out.

Shit, I thought, I'm stuck.

My hair was caught on the bottom of the bed and pulling it would completely ruin my hair.

"Adam!" I yelled. No answer.

"Adam!" I tried again. That time the vaccum turned on. I sighed, he definitely thought I was just trying to get out of cleaning again.

"Adam!" I screeched. When I got no response I gave up. Eventually Adam, or Aaron, or Chase, maybe even Jake would walk in and find me. Hopefully.

My stomach growled. I was straving, but there was no food down thereI probably wouldn't eat it if it there was anyway, but I might've been down there for a While and desperate times call for desperate measures.

Boredom got the best of me so I tipped the box over and began to search through it. I had a bouncy ball, rubberbands, hair ties, cute socks, saved birthday cards, and finally my ninth grade diary.

I opened it up and began reading through it. What was the Iirst sentence on the first page in my first diary? I hate Chase Mathews!

I rolled my eyes at how dramatic I was two years ago. The things he did weren't that had. A few pranks here and there weren't going to kill me. I skimmed through the rest until I got to a page that caught my attention.

March 10, 2010

Maybe Chase is right. He does all these horrible things to me and I deserve them. Today he said I was an ugly man. I can't stop crying. Anything involving my looks and my weight is such a soft spot for me. I can’t believe he 'd even go there. He's constantly making me look like an idiot and I 'm always crying bescause of him. I have never hated anyone more than I hate Chase. In fact he makes my hate myself He makes meI don't know. It so hard to describe.

I think the only words I can fully explain it with are: He makes me want to die.

That was my last Diary entry

I choked on my own shock. Chase was so mean to me at one point that

I actually considered killing myself? How could some one forget a thing like that? Seriously, how could I forget that! So what if Chase was a good kisser? At some point in my life I wanted to die because of him.

Out of no where I started sobbing uncontrollably.

Chase was going to pay.

"Skye?" I heard Chase call and foot steps coming into my room.

I swiftly wiped my tear covered eyes and hoped blotchy, red tear stains weren't covering my face, but ultimately knew they'd be there. I grimaced down at my old diary before snapping it shut and hugging it tightly to my chest. If I wasn't stuck under the damn bed I would've told him to get out immediately.

"I'm stuck under the bed," I admitted embarrassingly.

He chuckled, "How'd you do that?"

I grinded my teeth, "Could you just get me out of here?"

"Yeah, hold on," he said still slightly laughing before getting down on his stomach and reaching up to undo my hair from the bed. He took my hand, against my will may I add, and slid me out with him.

Once we were back in the light he knitted his eyebrows after looking at my face, "Are you okay?"

"No," I snapped and stood up.

He followed my action with a grimace. "What's wrong?"

"What' wrong?" I asked angry and rhetorically, "Why don't you read the last page of my old diary."

He shrugged so I opened it to the last entry and handed it over to him. At first his mouth from a straight line, then a frown, and then his eyes were the size of saucers.

"I made you want to kill yourself?" he gaped.

I snatched the diary back and thew it onto my bed before confirming his question with a hard nod.

He looked like he was going to cry for just a second before pulling me to him and engulfing me into a hug. "Skye, I'm so sorry."

I pushed him off my with as much force as I had in my tiny body. It was pretty impressive that I got him off me too considering his size and strength.

"I can't believe I was that much of a jerk to you. I'm so-"

I cut him off, "Just get out Chase."

"Skye"

"Just go," I commanded.

"I can't leave until you're okay again and we figure this out," he crossed his arms stubbornly.

"There's nothing to figure out!" I growled.

"What about us?" he asked sadly.

"Us?" I barked.

"Yeah, our relationship," he clearified.

"At one point in my life I wanted to die because of you!" I yelled, "There is no 'us'. You can't recover from that, you... you," I couldn't think of an insult big enough for this guy.

"Jerk?" he offered.

"Not mean enough," I growled.

"Ass?"

"Still not good enough."

"The worst human on the entire planet and I'm so sorry?" He gave me a wishful smile. I was not going to forgive him.

"Chase," I sighed, "please just go."

"I can't just leave," he pleaded.

"You made me want to kill myself!" I screamed, "You can't stay!"

"What?" Adam, who was standing in the doorway, let his jaw drop.

I glance over to him and wondered how long he's been there. My heart beat sped up as I worried about what he had heard. Did he know Chase and I were sneaking around with an unsteady relationship or did he only here the wanting to die part?

"How much did you hear?" I asked frozen in place. It seemed like we all were.

"Enough," he grimaced.

"What does that even mean?" I questioned.

"Enough to know you two have been sneaking around," he growled.

"Chase," I Whispered, "you seriously need to go."

He nodded and walked to the door. Before he could even pass Adam his fist shot out a punch Chase right in the face.

"Ugh," he groaned and stumbled back.

Adam charged for him again but this time Chase hit him first.

"Guys!" I screamed, "Guys!"

They didn't even pretend to care about what I was saying. They just kept hitting each other. I saw Adam's fist go straight at Chase's stomach and jumped in between the two. With an impossible force Adam's fist struck me directly into the stomach and I fell down immediately.

"Oh, shit! Skye are you okay?" Adam kneeled down next to me.

I groaned and clutched my stomach. "What is wrong with the two of you?"

"We-" Chase began, but I interrupted him.

"Just go away!" I screamed, "Both of you! Now!"

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Adam asked worriedly.

"Now!" I yelled and watched the two boys run out of my room as fast as they could. Those two idiots, I thought. If I had any strength left I'd slap some sense into them. But I didn't have any strength left and that thought caused me to cry out in pain.

"Worst day ever!" I shrieked.

"Hey," Aaron entered my room then looked down at me, "Are you okay?!"

"Can you just please lie down with me," I pleaded in pain.

He nodded immediately and laid down with me. His hand slipped into my free hand and held it tightly.

"Want to talk about it?" he Whispered.

"No," I breathed.

I saw him nod, "It's okay Skye."

I couldn't tell Wheither he meant not telling him was okay or life was going to be okay. Either way it relaxed me and made me curl into him.

"Thanks Aaron."

"Any time."