Misery is my name, Emily Walton [classic romance novels txt] 📗

few Gasps.

" Izzy, that's more than an imprint. that's a damn L on your forehead." I frowned, reaching for the hand mirror on the table in front of me. Chess snatched it away from me.

" Answer one question." he said, Raising an eyebrow. I sighed. " Depends on what the question is." he grinned.

" Did you or did you not enjoy yourself last night? Besides the obvious boo-boo you now have." I scowled, while everyone else frowned. I crossed my arms in front of me, smirking.

" Guess you'll never know, will you? Greg." I turned to him, and nodded.

" Can you go to my room, and in the bathroom, on the sink, is a hand mirror? Grab it, please?" He nodded, jumping up and going to my room. I smirked at a frowning Chess.

" Anything else? Or can I shoo the rest of you to school?" Jonathan asked, pouring me a really big glass of coffee. I grinned. " Thanks." he nodded, then his eyes lit up.

" Oh! Just a heads up, mom bought you a brand spanking new drum set. She said it would be for your birthday, but I think she's just excited." Chess frowned.

" You play the drums? And why would mom be excited?" Greg came back downstairs, handing me the small hand mirror. I groaned. In the corner of my head, above my temple, was a large, L shaped cut.

" Yeah, I play the drums. And your mom and dad are arranging to adopt me why their on this business trip." his eyes just about popped out of there sockets. "Really?" I nodded, turning away from him slightly.

" That’s why they called you last night." Jonathan looked up, grinning.

" Mom also gave me instructions to take you shopping for a phone sometime today." I nodded, still not meeting Chess's eyes. He stood up abruptly.

" You know what?" he said, grinning slightly. " Why don't we all play hooky today? it's not like were going to miss anything. It's the second day of school, and it's a Friday." Jonathan nodded. " That’s fine with me. as long as you don't get in trouble, that is." Chess laughed. " We’re going to stay here all day! Why would we get in trouble? Unless, of course, we decide to... oh, I dunno.... break the T.V when we get mad at the Xbox?" I rolled my eyes, and he laughed. the twins and Greg nodded there agreement, and they headed to the living room. I was going to go to my room and sleep some more when Greg popped back into the kitchen.

" Wanna join us?" I frowned. I'd never been invited to join them before, and I doubt they've seen me play. " why?" he shrugged.

" Just wanted to know. Chess said your stats were really good, but he's never seen you play." I sighed, and he grinned.

" of course, if your too girly to play, then we would understand." I felt my eyes widen. my head was pounding, my legs felt like jello, and my brain wasn't functioning right because of the drugs the doctor gave me, but I was NOT girly.

" your on." I said, pushing past him.
chapter six

" HA!" I said, laughing as Chess stared open mouth at the now blood smeared lower half of the screen. everyone else was, too. finally Chase turned to me.

" how'd you do THAT?" he asked, wide eyed. I shook my head. " if you find a good sniping spot, it does wonders." he sook his head. Chess turned to me, a Questioning look on his face. I rolled my eyes. " one of my older foster brothers taught me how to play, and all the cheats that goes along with playing." he nodded. " I'd like to meet him." I grimaced.

" You can't." i said quietly. he raised an eyebrow " states don't do much. why not?" I studied the controller in my hands for a long time. finally i sighed.

" Because he shot himself." I said quietly. i felt the silence crush me.

" oh." he finally said, turning away. I stood up.

" Jonathan! ready to go?" he poked his head into the room. " go change, and we can go." i nodded, Jogging up the stairs.

I changed into a Lime green tank top, a gray jacket, and a pair of dark blue cut offs. I slung a messenger bag over my shoulder, and i pulled my hair up in a ponytail, something I've never done here so far. I jogged downstairs, and Jonathans Jaw dropped.

" your hairs up!" he crowed, and Chess appeared next to him. " NUh uh, she never-" he turned to me, and his jaw dropped too. I blushed, standing on Jonathans other side.

" wow. your really are." I glanced up to find Questioning eyes. i wasn't going to tell him why i decided to put it up- in remembrance of Andy, my suicidal foster brother, who used to love pulling on my ponytail when i lived with his family. he shook his head, smiling slightly.

" alright. have fun, and bring back everyone something ot eat." I rolled my eyes as he disappeared into the living room again. Jonathan raised an eyebrow as we headed out to the car.

"why was it so quiet when you called me?" I shrugged, looking down.

" I told them what happened to my other foster brother, Andy." he sighed, driving away.

"What happened to your other foster Brother?" I sighed.

" He shot himself." he choked on the drink he was taking. " Do you know why?" I frowned, leaning against the window. " Because of me. I... I said a few choice things i shouldn't have, and he pulled a gun. i thought he was going to shoot ME when he turned the gun to himself and shot himself in his head." I flinched as I heard the echo of a gunshot in my head. He reached over and squeezed my hand.

" You saw it?" I nodded. he sighed, squeezing my hand again." I'm so sorry." I shrugged. " It was a year ago. I got over it." he shook his head.

" No one ever gets over

someone close dying. especially if you see them die." I turned to him Quizzically, and he smiled sadly.

" I was with my friends one day, and we had been drinking. my friend rolled the truck on a turn, and only me and Alan lived, out of 5 people." I shook my head.

" that's horrible. I'm so sorry." he nodded, and we drove in slience until we got the store.


30 minutes later, I walked out with a lime green and red flight, Jonathan shaking his head.

" out of all the phones you could have picked, you picked THAT one? there's something wrong with you." I snorted.

" there's something wrong with everyone, I just choose to express my problems, while others bottle them up and occasionally shake them." he laughed again, unlocking the door and handing me his Phone. " the guy's numbers are in there, and mom and dads work and cell are in there too, if you want to add them." I nodded, adding the boys first, sending them a text. Chess and greg actually answered, the idiots. each of them sent me the same thing:

cool. wen u gettn hom?

I told Jonathan, and he laughed.

" tell them that you'll get home when you get home, and the only way they'll know when you get home is if they stick around." I nodded.

i'll get hom wen i get hom, an u can jus wait an c when dat is!

I shortened it a little bit. i got an immediate reply from Chess.

not Cool! u meanr.

I laughed out loud, and Jonathan jumped.

" I do believe that's the first time I heard you truly laugh. What did he say?" I shook my head, still laughing quietly.

meanr? y? cause i dont lik stalkrs? ass.

" he called me a meaner." my phone rang, and I answered it.

" how in the HELL am I and ass?" I laughed slightly.

" hummm..... let me think.... you slammed my head against my bed, you've seen me half naked, TWICE, and you constantly bug me about the littlest things." he sighed.

" I mean besides that." I sighed too.

" No idea. We’re almost home. Bye." I hung up, and Jonathan laughed.

" He’s seen you half naked TWICE?" I nodded, and he laughed harder.

" Wow. How well did he take that?" I shrugged.

" Rather maturely, actually." he nodded, and we pulled up in the driveway.

When I walked in, I froze, hearing my voice coming from the living room.

" Andy, Open this door!" I heard myself screaming. I bolted for the living room, but Richie blocked my way as i rounded the corner.

" Then say it." I heard his voice and yelped slightly. I tried to push past him, knowing now what they were doing.

They’d got hold of some of my home videos. Andy had recorded him shooting himself, so that others would know that he did shoot himself. what they where seeing was Andy, with a gun pointed at his head, me banging on the door and trying to get him to stop, unsuccessfully.

" Andy, bud, you know I can't." I heard my self-say, sounding like I was choking. Richie still wasn't budging, and I saw his horrified look. Jonathan came up behind me.

" RICHIE! Move out of her way!" he said the same time Andy screamed

"YES YOU CAN!" I heard choking sounds, and remembered he was crying. Richie moved, and I flew foreword as I heard the crack of his door under my boot, and It flew open. Something- physically or emotionally, I'm not sure- held me pinned to the ground. I heard my gasp.

" no, I can't, Andy, please, put the gun down." I heard the desperation in my quivering voice, and remember how I had put my hands up, taking a step towards him even though he had the gun trailed on me.

" DON'T! Say it, it's all you have to do." about now, If i was watching it, i'd see my make-up start to roll off, along with my tears.

" it wont be the truth, and you know it." he growled.

" Why not!? Why can't you love me?" I wrenched up of the floor, but chess tripped me purposefully, horrified eyes glued to the screen.

God, had I looked THAT Goth? I hadn't realized it