"20 dollars, please come again!" I exclaim, Emberly huffs and hands me the 20 dollars for landing on my property. We are currently playing monopoly, as in Val, Emberly, Titus, Landon, Chris and I. Emberly and Titus have teamed up but Titus is just sitting back with his hands behind his head while Em does all of the work.
"Cheeky," Landon tsks me. I smirk at him and tuck the 20 dollar note under the board, on top of my other 20 dollars. They're all in an order, from one dollar to the 500 dollar notes. Chris rolls the dice for his turn and I look at Val, he's on his phone typing away while waiting for his turn. He's been on that thing all night, it is making me curious on what he is doing. I stand up, everyone looks except for Valentino.
"I'm going to the bathroom quickly," I lie standing up. I walk very slowly past Val, looking past his shoulder curiously to see what he is doing. Polly. WHO IS POLLY!? With purpose, I run into him even though I was like right behind him... let's just pretend that there is an object on the ground and I tripped being the unstable person I am; which would probably happen. More happens than tripping though, instead of gracefully bumping into him a little, my feet skids across the floor and I fall flat on my arm. Which hurts... a lot. Can I cry now? Can I scream? I bite my lip trying to hold every emotion of pain that I am feeling; Don't be a baby, Willow!! I try to sit up or something but I can't seem to move my arm, it hurts a lot right from my wrist to the shoulder. The tears fall one by one without my consent, like go away you are not needed here!! A cry passes my lips and in a matter of seconds everyone is by my side, cursing and all.
"Willow, are you okay!?" They try speaking to me but it's as if the only things that can pass my lips are sobs. It hurts, okay?
They're trying to console me but I don't think they realise I landed on my arm and there's a pain worse than a sprain which I have experienced more than once. "My arm! My arm! Gosh, I'm surrounded by idiots and I'm going to die!" I really should have accepted the scholarships to be an actress. With my over dramatic, soap opera like life I would be amazing at acting. I feel like I would relate... why am I talking about this when I'm currently in a lot of pain?
"I think it's broken," Valentino says. He finally notices!!?? He's crouching beside me and all I can do is stare at him while tears run down my cheeks. "C'mon we need to take her to the hospital," he says.
"I-I can't get up," I'm a stuttering mess and looking utterly terrible but there's not a care in the world at this very moment. Well, everyone cares about me and is worried but they aren't really focusing on how bad I look. Mike helps me sit up properly while Nova runs out to the car, getting things ready for the drive to he hospital. Valentino then hooks his arm around my waist and his other arm grasps my hand that isn't sore. He gently helps me stand then let's go of my handout keeps his arm around me. The pain seems to be getting worse and worse as time passes. "We need to go, it hurts," I say walking to the car. You know when you are so upset and then you start hiccuping? That's the worst.
"Let me drive," Mike says kicking Nova out of the drivers seat. "I'm more experienced," she gives him a look of disapproval and disappointment but complies because of the situation at hand. He most likely didn't mean it the way she is thinking though, he is five years older than her too. So Mike's been driving longer but it doesn't necessarily mean he's better. Well he has to speed away from cops, he does drag racing as well so I'd say he's pretty experienced and good. We start driving away as soon as Valentino sits in the car, my sniffles get louder as I close my eyes attempting to think of something so I'm not focusing on the pain.
"What would you rate the pain?" Valentino asks me, worry all over his face. Who is Polly? Why exactly am I thinking about this Polly when first, I slipped over landing on my arm, my arm could possibly be broken and he is asking how much it hurts while I haven't stopped crying the entire time. I'm a baby, I know.
"9/10?" It sounded more like a question because I am not good when it comes to rating my own pain. Like can't my answer be: it hurts a lot, it hurts, it hurts a bit. That would be better than rating it, that's my opinion though. We arrive at the hospital in a short amount of time, they're all racing me into the hospital then Valentino orders them with a threat to let me in to get checked.
"Take deep breaths. In and out," the doctor advices, why say that when you know I'm in pain? Crying is a natural act when you're in pain. "So explain what happened and what part of the arm you landed on," he touches it 'gently' to him that is.
"I ran into the chair then slipped landing on my elbow mostly and shoulder," after telling him the situation in very brief words, I wince. The doctor nods and pokes at my arm asking if it hurts, my immediate response is crying because it hurts so much. Is this doctor even qualified?
"You've definitely done some damage to it, let's get an x-ray so we can be sure first. This will also help us identify other important things," I try not to roll my eyes and keep reminding myself that he is trying to help and attempting to act professional. He leads me to the x-ray room and instructs many things, Val sits in the corner waiting for me. Yet somehow, he has enough time to go back onto his phone to text Polly or whatever her name is. He should be supporting me but he isn't! "Ah, you see the bone on the elbow? It's a fracture, the bone is close to snapping in half, I think the shoulder is just from the impact of landing on it. We'll put you in a cast then you'll be all good! You'll only need to wear your cast for a week or two, come back by the end of next week and we may just put you in a sling."
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"Texting Polly while driving needs to stop," I make an attempt to try not sound jealous, but I have a feeling that I'm failing a lot. He turns off his phone and looks at me briefly before looking back at the road.
"I'm experienced," is his answer. Well, it's not a good one for me. He didn't even justify who this Polly is! And he probably knows that at the moment I'm planning his death, just because he won't tell me and that is totally 100 percent correct! "Don't be jealous, angel," he has the nerve to call me angel after being a complete idiot and moron! Well he has another thing coming for him if he thinks I'm going to fall into his arms, looking at him dreamily. That is a definite no!
"Me? Jealous? Pfft, you must be out of your mind if you think that! You were being incredibly rude while we were all trying to have a good time playing monopoly! But you had to text Polly for gods sake! Then you didn't even notice when I stood up and looked over your shoulder, then I slipped and broke my arm! While the doctor was taking my x-rays, you go on your phone to text freaking Polly! WHO IS POLLY!" Now that definitely made me sound like a jealous girlfriend. Which I am feeling jealous and that's making me even more mad than I already am.
"You're definitely jealous. Look Willow, Polly is a friend only and we haven't talked in a while, so we were thinking to catch up. Did you take note of the word friend?" What I do next, it just can't be helped. I slap him across the cheek even though he's driving. He says he's experienced and I'm positive he's probably had a fist fight while driving. He growls in anger and grabs the arm that is not in a cast, "don't test me Willow. You won't be going anywhere for a week."
"And here we are at square one, you controlling my life saying what I can and can't do and acting like my parents and treating me like a child. Same old, same old; I should be used to it by now, but I thought you changed. Now, I'm just going to jump out of this car and pretend we never met because that would've made m life way easier." After saying this, I literally open the door but I won't jump out; I need the effect so he knows that I'm totally serious.
"Willow, what the hell!" He clings onto my arm as if it would do something, he pulls over and stops the car. "You're absolutely crazy, you know that!?" He shouts, punching the wheel. I flinch, but I don't regret what I did. He needs to start treating me like the adult I am. "You're such a child sometimes!"
"No Valentino, you treat me like a child. And if I'm a child, that means you're a pedophile because you like a child!" Shouting this makes me feel 100 times better after him treating me badly. "Go date Polly," I yank my arm away from him and I know that he is stunned from what I said moments ago. Anybody would be stunned, it was pretty amazing. Using this to my advantage, I step out of the car and storm away. I'll catch a ride from anyone but him, he drives me crazy! He is zero respect. He treats me like a child. He texts freaking Polly! Val steps out of the car too, following me so I don't go far. But I will... hopefully.
"Get back here!" He yells after me. I'm not going to face him or talk to him, he doesn't deserve such luxury. "Don't you walk away from me!" He swears at me and I pause, spinning around.
"You can't treat people as if they don't matter, Valentino. Because they matter and one day... you won't have anyone because you treat people so bad. Do you want to be remembered as this sort of person?!" I exclaim in rage. Sometimes you need to stick up for yourself even though it will hurt someone.
"Well guess what Willow, I didn't get to choose who I wanted to be because someone chose for me! Do you think I can escape this life? Because it's actually hard for me to do so! And you're stuck with me for a long time." He even emphasises the word long, he can't decide whether I'm with him or not!
"No Val, it ends soon; you will loose me very soon if you keep acting like this!" Maybe I'm lying or maybe I'm telling the truth, but in this moment I wasn't exactly positive that in the future we wouldn't be near each other. Because he can't stay away from me.
If only one thing I said was true. If only one thing I said, my body, mind and heart actually agreed with me. But, they never do; they let me suffer and live through the fact that a gang leader likes me, and he's not planning on letting me go .
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Aaaaannnndddd I hope you liked this chapter!! I need serious help, I'm friend with a guy and he's two years older than me and he likes me. Is it wrong to date him? If he was in year 12 (senior) I'd be in year 10 and if he's in year 11 I'd been in year 9 and if he's in year 10 I'd be in year 8. Sorry if some of you don't know what these grades are but 7 is the lowest and 12 is the highest.
Please help!!
Keely