The Couch

 

Chapter 3 -

It has been several weeks since Brent and I split up and for some reason I have gone to all my classes. I don’t know what pushed me to stay in school but I found that actually being in class really helped me understand what was going on. I guess that I don’t know everything!

 

Brent’s face still haunts my dreams but over the course of the last few weeks it has become vaguer and less haunting, more like an old memory of someone I used to know. Reptilla by the Strokes is playing through my head, well, actually it’s playing through my headphones.

 

I listen to this as I walk down my street to the local coffee shop The Beanery. I walk in and see that I am not the only one in there. Actually there is a boy standing over by the juke box.

 

I realize he is about to feed a broken machine 50 cents so I run over and grab his arm. He spins around and I realize I know him from some where.

 

“Maggie?” he asks.

 

“Oh my gosh! I know you don’t I?” I asked, feeling kind of dumb I didn’t remembered his name.

 

“It’s me, Holden!” he said with a small smile forming on his lip.

 

“Oh my god! I still don’t remember you!” I was becoming really embarrassed at this point.

 

“Maggie, we went to pre-school together!” he said.

 

“Well that explains why I don’t remember!” I said with a sarcastic grin, I had such a horrible time during pre-school and quite frankly my entire elementary school life that I had tried as hard as I could to forget them.

 

I wasn’t going to tell Holden that though, there was no way I was going to let this really cute guy think I am some depressed emo who wants to forget her past… Not yet at least.

 

“So how have you been?” Holden asked.

 

“Fine… How ‘bout your self?” I asked cautiously.  

 

Holden replied with a smiley “Great.” I could tell that he wasn’t but I let it drop and there was an empty silence that fell between us until finally he broke it saying “Well, I should probably get going.”

 

“Yeah, bye.” I said, wishing that he would stay but still wanting to forget all about it. This meeting took the place of Brent’s face in my mind for a little while until on Saturday I saw Brent… On my couch. I knew some how though that he wasn’t there for me.

 

“Brent?” I asked, looking into the darkness of our living room.

 

“Oh my god! Maggie! What are you doing here?” He fell off of the couch in his hurry to get up.

 

“I live here.” I said, “But that doesn’t explain what you are doing on my couch.” At that moment my moms head popped up looking dazed, for she was in her usual drunken haze.

 

“Oh my god, I have to get out of here!” I ran for the door and Brent raced after me and grabbed my arm. I spun around to face him only to realize that he wasn’t wearing any pants.

 

“Oh my god!” I screamed as I ran out the door. Brent wouldn’t go any farther than the doorway, seeing as he didn’t have any clothes on. I turned once more to face him once I was a good way down the drive way.

 

“Do you believe in god?” I screamed at him. “What?” he had this really confused face so I screamed back again.

 

“Do you believe in god?”

 

“No.” He replied, at this point wondering whether or not I had gone mad.

 

“Good!” I screamed. “Because then you can go to HELL! My mother and you both!” I ran down the sidewalk as fast as I could. I had no where to go so again I ran to the park. I knew as I reached my tree that there was no way that I could go back to my house ever again. Cassie by flyleaf was playing.

 

That night I returned to my house for the last time. I opened the door as quietly as I could and walked strait to my room. I grabbed my book bag off of my desk chair; it was empty as usual so I threw my clothes from my dresser into it and grabbed my wallet. I walked quickly into my mother’s room and took her wallet as well, which she conveniently had left open on her nightstand.

 

I couldn’t even look at her; I just walked out of her house and ran to school. I knew that I couldn’t sleep in the park without the fear of being raped so I went to the school gym and pulled out one of the mats the tiny gymnasts used to do flips on.

 

That was where I slept that night and every night for the rest of the week, getting up just before the sun rose and heading for the McDonalds, which was conveniently open twenty-four-seven now.

 

Author's Note

I know it's short but please comment!

Reviews

[xGenevaxx]

omg omg omg... xD
I hella love your stories. it doesnt make me feel like i have to be mature and it keeps me reading xDDD
i really loooveeee it & sorry i didnt comment on the first chaptersss. i was so into it to write hehehe....
*goes off to read more*