We Were Born to Lose

I wake up to Olivia standing over my bed. Yay. "I know you stole it so just give it back." She says as soon as my eyes open. "I really don't know what you're talking about" "Don't play dumb with me." She says and pushes me back down as I try to get up. I cough. "What do you need Olivia?" "My jeans! That you stole! Give them back!" "We're not even the same size dear sister. Can I get up now?" "Yeah you pathetic half human I know you aren't even close to filling up normal jeans and I know you took them anyway. So give them back!" "I don't have your jeans okay?" "UGH!" She shouts then stomps back downstairs. I slowly get up from bed. My bruise just looked worse and I had an awful headache. I take more Aleve and look for something to wear. I put on acid wash jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt with a green and black plaid button up. I put on some all black hightops and brush out my hair. Then I do my makeup, making my eyeliner extra thick today. I am about to go downstairs when my parents and Olivia burst through the door. "Give Olivia her jeans, Gracie." "I already told her highness that I don't have the jeans." "Do not be mean to your sister!" My dad says and pushes me out of the way. They start rifling through my drawers and throwing all my clothes out. "Stop! I don't have Olivia's jeans! Stop!" I shout and fall to the ground as my mom starts tearing clothes out of my closet. Olivia starts throwing stuff off my shelves just to fuck with me cause she's a little bitch and probably just left her fucking jeans in the wash. "I don't have her jeans!" I shout again and put my head in my hands. My dad rips the blankets off my bed and throws all my pillows out the window. Once my whole room is trashed and they still don't see the fucking jeans they turn to me. "Where are they you worthless piece of shit!" "I don't have them!" I cry for the last time. My mom slaps me. "Why are you trying to ruin your sister's life? Why can't you be more like Olivia? Why do you have to be such a screw up?" I keep crying without looking my parents in the eye. My dad hits me one last time before they all leave. Probably to carefully search the house for the jeans. "Go to school or you're going to be late you piece of shit!" My dad shouts and slams my door. I get a tissue and wipe the ruined makeup off from under my eyes. Then I grab my bag and take on last look at my ruined bedroom before going downstairs and running out the door.
Getting to school seems like heaven compared to my house. Then I remember Kassidy. And Parker. And Mr. Tunce. Shit. I go inside and spot Frank and Gerard. "Hi!" I say and sit by them. "Hey Gracie. Are you okay? Your eyes are kind of red." Frank says. I nod. "I'm fine. I just have some allergies. I'll be okay by second period." I say. Frank nods. "Okay." "Allergies?" Gerard asks with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah.... my eyes just get watery and my nose just gets stuffed up." I say quickly. Gerard gives me one more suspicious look before turning back to Frank. "Are we still all going to your house this afternoon?" "What?" I ask. "Well.... we didn't have your number so when we were talking about it we just kind of assumed you would want to go." "Of course I do but....." I think about the mess waiting for me at home that i would be expected to clean up." "I can ask." I say. There is no way in hell I'm asking my parents. "Where do you live Frank?"

Notes

HEYYYYYYY GUYSSSSSSS so we're gonna try to update more for you lovelies so you don't hate us and stuff. i tried to make this chapter a bit longer. Tell me what you think in the comments! Okay byeeeeeee