At A Loss For Love (Sequel to How I Fell In Love), chapter 2
"Krysta wake up!" I opened my eyes to see a familiar but scary sight. My sister was hanging shit on the wall and spraying perfume stuff everywhere. I could hear my dad and brother fighting for money,
"I want money,"
"You aint getting any,"
"Why not?"
"BECAUSE I FUCKING SAID SO!" At this point I heard crying and screaming, assuming my father had hit him and hit him hard. He always does,
"COP ANY MORE ATTITUDE, AND YOU DON'T GET ANY INTERNET! YOU HEAR ME?" I could tell he nodded,
"Krysta get your ass out here!"
"Yes dad?"
"You get off your lazy ass and clean up this fucking mess,"
"Fucktard" I muttered,
"What? Tell me what you said, asswipe,"
"I called you a fucking fucktard!" I yelled. Big mistake. He dropped his cigarrette near his computer and came over to me,
"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME A FUCKING FUCKTARD," at this point I was bleeding and and crying. I bent down to pick up some of my sisters stuff,
"And when you're done, you can do the fucking dishes,"
"I already did them,"
"Well it aint fucking good enough!" he roared, I felt the tears hit my bandages. Bandages?!? I looked to see newly wrapped bandages around my forearms. I cried harder,
"Crying aint gonna get those dishes done!"
"FUCK YOU!" I screamed, my family literally drove me to insanity,
"Excuse me?"
"I SAID FUCK OFF AND DIE!"
He stood there, mouth hanging agape,
"I'M FUCKING LEAVING, FUCK YOU. YOU FUCKING KILLED ME. I'M FUCKING DEAD INSIDE, BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR HORRIBLE FAMILY!" I took his wallet and grabbed $200, and a credit card. I went to my room to grab my already packed bag. I slipped on my shoes and went to the door. I saw the most horrible thing. My dad was standing in the doorway with his gun, packed and loaded,
"You aint going nowhere," his eyes bloodshot, and his grip tightened on the trigger...
"AAAAAHHHH" I screamed, I sat up in bed. Tre banging on the door from the outside,
"Krysta, Krysta is everything okay?"
I looked around the blackened hotel room. I got up to go to the door. There was Tre Cool, pale and frightened, and me, equally as pale.
"What the fuck happened?" he asked,
"I was...dead, in my dream... I was at home and dad, and Martin and money..." I burst into tears,
"I can't fucking do it, Tre, I just can't go home... he... he killed me," he looked at me, my eyes wide in terror.
"Don't worry, I won't let him touch you," I ran into Tre's arms and looked at the clock, 2:38 am I sighed, it's gonna be a long night. Tre snuggled up to me, I wouldn't let him go. I was terrified. I couldn't sleep. I looked at the clock again 2:45 am I sighed and drifted to sleep.
***
I picked out my best, and comfiest outfit. Jeans, my Green Day shirt, my bracelets and of course, my ass kicking shoes. Whe we pulled into my old driveway I gulped. I still had my house key. I unlocked the door to the apartment, and Tre followed me up the stairs. Billie Joe and Mike waiting in the rent-a-car. I unlocked the door to my apartment, and entered as quietly as possible. I told Tre to wait at the door, but he insisted on following me. I snuck into what used to be the room that my sister and I shared. I stepped onto my bed and carefully pulled out the Green Day posters. I went to the corner and snatched my cd player. I grabbed Billie's guitar strap (Billie is my guitar's name) and a few other things. Then I went into the bathroom and grabbed my hair straightener, my face cream, some rubbing alcohol and q-tips,
"What's that for?" asked Tre
"Shhh!"
"Sorry,"
"I'll tell you when we get out of here," I whispered, and continued to grab my stuff. I went into the kitchen and started writing a note:
Family,
I hate you. I'm not coming back.
I have all my things and I will never
forgive you for what you did to me.
I could've been normal, but no,
you had to be my family. Fuck
You, FUCK YOU and FUCK
YOU! If you wanna phone me,
you can:
1 800 fuc kyou
I hate you all, Krysta
"A bit harsh, dontcha think?"
They fucking deserve it," I said through gritted teeth. I went to my dad's desk and grabbed a lighter, 2 packs of matches, some dope and a bottle of Baileys. I went through his wallet and took 50 bucks, my care card and my birth certificate. I didn't care. Then I saw my stupid cat, Ripley.
"Fuck off Ripley," I kicked the cat so she would move, she mewed once more and walked towards the balcony. I kicked her and headed to the door. When I got out of the building I was sweating,
"Okay," Tre asked when we were in the car, "What's with the alcohol and q-tips?"
"I'm gonna pierce my nose," I said boldly,
"Why?" asked Mike and Tre, while Billie Joe said,
"Cool, can I watch?"
"Because I want to and yes," I said. We had driven down the alley, and to my school. I walked up to the office and said I was sighning out. I walked around to all of my classes, and had wrote a special note for Eli:
I want to meet you somewhere,
I have a gift for you,
Something I hope you will like,
From me to you,
- Krysta
"I want money,"
"You aint getting any,"
"Why not?"
"BECAUSE I FUCKING SAID SO!" At this point I heard crying and screaming, assuming my father had hit him and hit him hard. He always does,
"COP ANY MORE ATTITUDE, AND YOU DON'T GET ANY INTERNET! YOU HEAR ME?" I could tell he nodded,
"Krysta get your ass out here!"
"Yes dad?"
"You get off your lazy ass and clean up this fucking mess,"
"Fucktard" I muttered,
"What? Tell me what you said, asswipe,"
"I called you a fucking fucktard!" I yelled. Big mistake. He dropped his cigarrette near his computer and came over to me,
"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME A FUCKING FUCKTARD," at this point I was bleeding and and crying. I bent down to pick up some of my sisters stuff,
"And when you're done, you can do the fucking dishes,"
"I already did them,"
"Well it aint fucking good enough!" he roared, I felt the tears hit my bandages. Bandages?!? I looked to see newly wrapped bandages around my forearms. I cried harder,
"Crying aint gonna get those dishes done!"
"FUCK YOU!" I screamed, my family literally drove me to insanity,
"Excuse me?"
"I SAID FUCK OFF AND DIE!"
He stood there, mouth hanging agape,
"I'M FUCKING LEAVING, FUCK YOU. YOU FUCKING KILLED ME. I'M FUCKING DEAD INSIDE, BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR HORRIBLE FAMILY!" I took his wallet and grabbed $200, and a credit card. I went to my room to grab my already packed bag. I slipped on my shoes and went to the door. I saw the most horrible thing. My dad was standing in the doorway with his gun, packed and loaded,
"You aint going nowhere," his eyes bloodshot, and his grip tightened on the trigger...
"AAAAAHHHH" I screamed, I sat up in bed. Tre banging on the door from the outside,
"Krysta, Krysta is everything okay?"
I looked around the blackened hotel room. I got up to go to the door. There was Tre Cool, pale and frightened, and me, equally as pale.
"What the fuck happened?" he asked,
"I was...dead, in my dream... I was at home and dad, and Martin and money..." I burst into tears,
"I can't fucking do it, Tre, I just can't go home... he... he killed me," he looked at me, my eyes wide in terror.
"Don't worry, I won't let him touch you," I ran into Tre's arms and looked at the clock, 2:38 am I sighed, it's gonna be a long night. Tre snuggled up to me, I wouldn't let him go. I was terrified. I couldn't sleep. I looked at the clock again 2:45 am I sighed and drifted to sleep.
***
I picked out my best, and comfiest outfit. Jeans, my Green Day shirt, my bracelets and of course, my ass kicking shoes. Whe we pulled into my old driveway I gulped. I still had my house key. I unlocked the door to the apartment, and Tre followed me up the stairs. Billie Joe and Mike waiting in the rent-a-car. I unlocked the door to my apartment, and entered as quietly as possible. I told Tre to wait at the door, but he insisted on following me. I snuck into what used to be the room that my sister and I shared. I stepped onto my bed and carefully pulled out the Green Day posters. I went to the corner and snatched my cd player. I grabbed Billie's guitar strap (Billie is my guitar's name) and a few other things. Then I went into the bathroom and grabbed my hair straightener, my face cream, some rubbing alcohol and q-tips,
"What's that for?" asked Tre
"Shhh!"
"Sorry,"
"I'll tell you when we get out of here," I whispered, and continued to grab my stuff. I went into the kitchen and started writing a note:
Family,
I hate you. I'm not coming back.
I have all my things and I will never
forgive you for what you did to me.
I could've been normal, but no,
you had to be my family. Fuck
You, FUCK YOU and FUCK
YOU! If you wanna phone me,
you can:
1 800 fuc kyou
I hate you all, Krysta
"A bit harsh, dontcha think?"
They fucking deserve it," I said through gritted teeth. I went to my dad's desk and grabbed a lighter, 2 packs of matches, some dope and a bottle of Baileys. I went through his wallet and took 50 bucks, my care card and my birth certificate. I didn't care. Then I saw my stupid cat, Ripley.
"Fuck off Ripley," I kicked the cat so she would move, she mewed once more and walked towards the balcony. I kicked her and headed to the door. When I got out of the building I was sweating,
"Okay," Tre asked when we were in the car, "What's with the alcohol and q-tips?"
"I'm gonna pierce my nose," I said boldly,
"Why?" asked Mike and Tre, while Billie Joe said,
"Cool, can I watch?"
"Because I want to and yes," I said. We had driven down the alley, and to my school. I walked up to the office and said I was sighning out. I walked around to all of my classes, and had wrote a special note for Eli:
I want to meet you somewhere,
I have a gift for you,
Something I hope you will like,
From me to you,
- Krysta
