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After a few hours, I finally break through the rope. I march out of the room, knowing I’m by myself, to see the dog sitting outside and guarding the door. I’ve gone months hardly seeing this dog except when it’s by Romeo’s side. And now it’s sitting alert on the porch. When I open the screen a crack, he looks at me and shows his teeth. He doesn’t make noise… yet. I let the door close, not wanting to see how loyal he is to Romeo.
I make a mental note to win the dog over. I should be hungry by now. My instinct is to cook when I get upset, but I want to do nothing of the sort.
Instead, I dig through the house, looking for anything. Each drawer in the kitchen is clean. No junk drawers. I head into the room Romeo has forced me to share with him.
His first drawer has underwear and socks thrown in. No rhyme or reason to it. The socks aren’t evenly matched. In the next drawer, I find the same thing. Clothes are tossed in without a care. I come up with nothing. I search everywhere.
I flip the mattress, going as far as taking a butcher knife and cutting it open. Nothing. I go back to his drawers, tossing everything out. Not like he took time to put them away. All his clothes are thrown into a pile on the floor.
Each moment, I get angrier. I slam the doors closed only to open them again. Pulling it all out, I add them to my pile.
My fingers dig through my hair. I don’t even know what I’m looking for, but I feel better knowing I’m causing havoc in his life.
I’m about to kick the dresser when I see a picture sticking out on the upside-down drawer. Carefully, I pick it up, seeing a false bottom has now opened. A picture of me sits in the middle. My fingers shake as I pick it up.
The picture is of me in my cheerleading outfit. I’m not looking at the camera but smiling for someone else. There is another picture of me standing by my car with my friends around me. I’m the focus of the picture. I’m looking off in the distance, seeming to be in my own world. The last picture I pick up is of me crying. It’s the night of the party that led to this. I have my cup of beer, and tears run down my face. It’s taken from far away and a little blurry with the darkness of the corner.
Why does Romeo have pictures of me?It’s confusing. I rip them up into tiny shreds. Before I see an old folded-up piece of paper. It’s dyed blue in spots from what I can only assume is being in a back pocket of jeans. The folds are separating in spots. Carefully, I open the piece of paper.
Reasons Gia Rossi is a bitch
What the fuck?
He doesn’t even know me. We have said less than a handful of words to each other before I came here. I get our families don’t get along, but to single me out.
Thinks she’s hot shit because she’s a cheerleader.
Is only nice when people are looking.
Refuses to talk to the little guy.
She thinks she’s untouchable.
Refuses to think for herself.
Looks like a horrible kisser.
She looks at Alfonso like he’s a king.
My eyes try to tear up, but I won’t let them. Romeo is the shallow one. If he just manned up and talked to me, he would have seen this list is bullshit. I don’t even know why he would want to talk to me. Our school was divided. We had one side, and the Mancinis had the other.
I crumble up the paper, tossing it into the pile. At the same time, I hear Romeo pull into the driveway. I go into the kitchen, placing my hands on a stool. My entire body shakes from my frustrations with him.
I hear him talking to the dog, then laugh at my expense that I’m still inside. We’ll see who’s laughing soon. I wait silently for him to walk through the door. He strolls in without a care in the world. Why would he? He thinks I’m tied to his bed, waiting for him like some sex slave.
As soon as both feet pass the threshold of the house and the screen closes behind him, I pick up the stool and toss it at his head. He turns just in time to catch the stupid thing. The fact that it causes him no harm has my blood boiling through my veins.
“What the fuck?”
Going to the knives, I pick one up and throw it at him. I repeat the process over and over, enjoying his feet scrambling to get out of the way. Each of my throws has me yelling out. All I can see is red. Everything I have pushed down comes roaring up.
“Have you gone crazy?”
“Do not turn this on me, Romeo!” I holler at him, going to throw another knife, but there’s no more.
He gives me a wicked smile and runs at me. My body turns to run in the other direction.
“You do not get to write about what a bitch I am, then tie me to your bed.” I slip past the door, his footsteps a fraction behind me. When I hear a click behind me, I stop and turn. He’s locked me out of the house. The dog is now growling at me at the bottom of the porch.
