We Express Ourseleves Through Sin

The morning sun shone brightly across my face, making my eyes sting as they came unglued from their closed state. Sheets bunched around my neck as I sighed and stretched. Energy pricked at me body and I knew that whatever I was on last night was leaving my system.
"Ellie?" my eyes slowly opened and I sat up to see the cool grey walls around me, contradictory to the wallpaper I knew. Gerard leaned against the doorway, arms folded.
"Where did you sleep?" I asked, stretching.
He pointed to the spot next to me where the pale blue sheets crumpled. "I couldn't leave you alone all night... You really weren't yourself."
I squinted and tried to remember all the events. Most of my memory was full of blank slates and violent colors and tingling sensations. Swirls of color and mixes of textures flew through my mind at an extraordinary pace. Three last words circuited my mind 'I love you'. The thought thrusting me into overdrive, I frantically picked apart every inch of my brain, trying to find where that phrase was yanked from.
"Gerard, did I say anything to you? Last night?"
"You might have."
"Three words?"
"Pretty famous ones." he nodded, raking his fingers through his hair. I fell back against the bed and groaned before rolling over to get up. I brushed right past him on the way to the stairs and to my own room. I ran a brush through my hair and grunted with every pull, murmuring curse words to myself. I jumped as the alarm clock went off on the bedside table. An alarm for something I don't remember. Whatever. I stripped down and pulled on some less gross clothes.
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Gerard sat at the table drinking tea. The kettle sat hot on the stove, steam warping the cheap paint on the cupboards above the stove. I grabbed its silicone coated handle, pouring the remainder into a ceramic mug.
"Coffee?"
"You know I'm not supposed to have a lot-"
"Yeah whatever." I threw open the cupboard and glared at the boxes of tea. "Sassy, sweet and spicy. Cinnamon and orange mingle in this- Gerard what the fuck is this?" I laughed, waving a little packet from inside.
"It's good.. Strong stuff. You should try some its good for you." he nodded, flipping the pages of the paper.
"I know some good strong shit. It's herbal as well." I grinned, flipping the paper open.
"Watch it." I could almost hear the eye roll laces in the man's words. "One would think from last night you'd know drugs aren't your forte."
"Shit smells like pickles!" I wrinkled my nose and blinked as the smell hit me, ignoring his comment completely.
"It does not!"
"I know what a pickle smells like."
"You would."
"How mature." I sneered, tossing the bag into the mug before sitting at the table.
"Last night-" Gerard started, glancing up from the paper.
"Please, just don't." I sighed, rubbing my face. "Whatever I did, whatever I said-"
"No, listen." The low tone in the man's voice wouldn't let me argue. "I don't know what you took, what you did.. But I don't want to see it again. Ellie I didn't like that. I hated that you. I hate that version of everyone. I've seen drugs, I've seen drugs abused and I'm not seeing it in my own home. I know you don't want to hear this but not in the house of god."
I snorted in amusement as I stared at him. "Gerard- Father way if you please, I didn't intentionally take drugs. I didn't."
"Whatever the circumstance... Ellie if I see it again you'll have to find a new home. I-Im sorry but I just cant see that-"
I bolted from my seat, rounding the corner of the table harsh enough to bang my hipbone on it and cringe as I took the stairs two at a time. I walked through the door of my room and straight to the bed, falling over on it. I stretched to turn on the radio, letting the shit music fall clumsily from the speakers as I fumed. The energy levels fell and I passed out cold.

I woke up as irritated as before and stood abruptly. I'm about to give that bastard a piece of my mind. I didn't bother going downstairs, I knew where he would be. The handle of the door clicked sharply as I swung it open, angry. A couple stared wide eyed when the door hit the wall. He was busy. The woman's mouth opened and closed, her per curls bouncing at the slightest movement. Her polished partners eyes painted him angry as I backed up. I pulled the door shut and stood in the hall. A few seconds later the couple exited the room, flashing me angry looks as they left.
"Ellie." Gerard scolded, staring me down.
"Gerard." I greeted, nodding curtly. "Get back in that office. I need to speak to you."
He turned on his heel and sat back at his desk, I followed.
"How dare you?" I started, raising a hand as if it were an exclamation point.
"How dare I what?" he asked, pouring from that stupid wine bottle.
"How dare you juts waltz over and tell me- to.. to just control.. to.. " I sat in the chair, listening to it squeak in protest. Realization hit me too late. I had nothing to be angry about. Gerard was just protecting himself and his own home. The priest knew it. He recognized the look on my face and smirked. "Shut. The fuck. Up." I grumbled, standing up.
"You'd think a sorry would be in order." he grinned.
"GERARD."
"ELLIE."
"Asshole."
"Cute."
I squealed in irritation before stomping along up the steps.
.
.
Did he just call me cute?

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