Chapter 49:

Dr. Carter really had nothing useful to say, all he said was it mostly likely was a bad flu and to get a lot of rest and blah blah blah.

I didn't like going to the doctor and in this case it was really unnecessary because he didn't do anything.

He told me nothing was wrong with me except I had slightly high blood pressure and something else.

I don't know I didn't pay attention.

He also said to take Tylenol or Advil for the pain.

I have. It doesn't work.

So he said he'd give me a prescription for some pain killers; thank Jesus.

Corey came back with me even though I said he didn't have to.

He looked uninterested and depressed most of the time except for when I glared at the Doctor and he smiled faintly.

I think he likes it when I don't like people; it's like coming to the dark side.

We had to wait 45 minutes for the prescription to be filled so we had time to kill.

Corey stuck his hands in the pockets of his black jeans as we walked to the car from the doctor's office.

He was wearing a gray cotton T-shirt that had dark brown sleeves and a collar in which connected to the two small buttons that he left undone.

And for a change he was wearing a pair of off-blue suede shoes. A nice change from his usual black shoes.

But of course in my opinion I would think he looked dead sexy in anything he wore and today's clothes were no different.

In fact I was thinking about just how attractive he looked as we made our way to the car parked a few yards from the building.

"So what are we going to do while we wait for the medicine?" Corey asked, looking over to meet my eyes as I was already looking at him.

I shrugged, glancing at the gray pavement as my green Doc Marten boots scuffed across it.

I'd changed out of my sweatpants and into a pair of red and black plaid skinny jeans with 'The Beatles' patches scattered across them as they were tucked into my worn-out boots.

Some of the patches were starting to peel off from where there were originally ironed on and I had put safety pins on the corners of them to keep them from coming off all the way.

I had on a pair of sunglasses that I hardly wore because they were my favorite.

They were the round 'hippie' sunglasses that John Lennon wore all the time.

I pushed the thin wire-framed glasses back up the bridge of my nose as I lifted my head back up, looking out of the blue-tinged glass.

Corey had commented when I put them on saying I was obsessed with John Lennon.

I disagreed saying he was only my idol.

"I think we should get something to eat." Corey claimed. "You still haven't ate."

I nodded. "Okay."

We reached the car and Corey opened the door for me.

I got in and he closed the door, the door to the driver's side opening seconds later as he got inside, starting the car up.

"So where do you want to eat?" He questioned, backing the car out of the parking spot we were in.

"I don't know nothing really sounds appetizing."

"I'm guessing you probably don't feel like going to a restaurant or anything."

I nodded. He was right.

"So-o-o fast food?" He asked.

I made a noise of disdain.

"Is that a no?"

I nodded.

"Well that doesn't leave much. Um, how about Chinese?"

"Uh, yeah sure." I agreed.

"That's still a restaurant but I guess we could just order to go and eat in the car."

He smiled slightly. "Or hey why not on the sidewalk? It's nice out." He added. His voice somewhat sarcastic.

I smiled. "Okay." I said while breathing a laugh.

"So how do you feel?"

I mused over how sweet his voice sounded.

"Okay I guess." I replied.

"So do you think you really have a flu?"

I bit my lip. "I don't know I never really had a flu like this before. But I guess that would explain what's wrong with me I mean what else would it be?"

He tilted his head to the side slightly. "So you're not really hungry right? But are you thirsty?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, I was just wondering."

The sun beamed down on the hood of my car as I sat inside and dug through the white carton of Chinese food with my chopsticks.

I reached up with one hand and flipped down the visor to block out the rays of the setting sun from hitting my face.

I wondered if Corey felt like this in the sun; that uncomfortable feeling.

I knew the sun use to hurt vampires but now I hear it's just 'uncomfortable'.

I know how they feel, it sucks.

When the sun hit my skin it sent sharp pains through my head and when it shined in my face I had to fight the urge to duck and cover. I felt like I wanted to hide my face in my jacket but I didn't.

I used my chopsticks to sift through the noodles, picking out a vegetable and eating it.

The radio was on low and Nirvana's Smells like teen spirit was playing.

I had always loved this song but I didn't own one Nirvana CD.

"Does the sun bother you?" Corey asked. The white carton balanced in his lap with a plastic fork sticking out of it.

He didn't like chopsticks.

It might be just because he doesn't know how to use them but either way he hated them.

"Kind of I guess it must be cause of the headache." I replied then eating a small piece of corn.

He nodded. "Just wondering are any of your Grandparents still alive? You never said anything about them."

"Yeah, My Dad's parents are alive I just don't see them that often and my Mom's parents died before I was born."

"How'd they die?"

"A car accident."

He nodded.

I went back to picking the vegetables out and eating them.

After eating we drove to the pharmacy and got my pills.

I took one as soon as we got in the car, Corey glancing at me with an apprehensive look.

I stuck the bottle in the pocket of my jacket and adjusted myself back against the seat.

"So what did you do with the pills from Reaver?" I asked Corey.

"I put it in my pocket." He stated.

"What are you going to do with it?"

"I don't know."

"Are you...planning on taking them?"

He glanced at me. "Are asking if I'm going to get high off of them?"

"Yeah."

"I won't lie I was planning on taking some...later." He stated casually.

"Why?"

"I feel like it. Do I have to have a reason?"

"Well yeah most people would have a reason as to why they would want to do that." I claimed.

I heard him sigh softly.

"You don't have to tell me, I was just wondering."

"I just...don't feel like talking about it that's all."

I nodded. "Okay."

He lightly smiled at me and I returned it.

It was a silent car ride after that back to the house.

After the car was parked I got out, heading towards the house a little distance away.

Corey walked in front of me, his hands in his pockets again.

"Why do you keep looking at me so much?" He asked, glancing back at me.

"Huh? Oh, no reason." I replied, running a hand through my hair as I tossed it over to other side, sweeping my long bangs back.

"Well then what are you thinking?"

I put one hand in my pocket, feeling my sunglasses I'd put in there when it had gotten dark and I no longer needed them.

"I was thinking about how cute you look." I bit my lip as my dark hazel eyes flickered across the black sky.

I could've just said nothing but I knew he always liked knowing the details.

"Do you think that every time you see Reaver too?" He muttered derisively.

My eyes went back to him and I felt the first pang of irritation.

"No actually I don't." My tone showed my irritation which I hadn't intended.

"Really? Or do you think about how much you want to fuck him?"

"Yeah, I think about how much better he would be than you."

He stopped walking, turning sharply to look at me.

I stopped as well.

"That was a cheap shot." He stated.

"Yeah well it was the truth."

"Go fuck yourself."

"I don't take orders, like you." I responded with a smart-ass tone."And hey fucking myself would be alot better than fucking you. In fact I think just about anything would, maybe that's why I never wanted to."

He stormed passed me, his eyes reflecting his anger and roughly bumped into my shoulder.

I wasn't sure if he intended to do it or not but it still bothered me.

I turned to look at him as he walked away.

"Are you going to get high?" I asked mockingly.

"This is your favorite car right?" He asked, stopping when he came up to it.

"Yes." I replied.

He knew I loved that car why would he ask?

"Wanna see something cool? Wait here." He sprinted to the garage.

He reappeared moments later carrying something small in his hands but I couldn't make out what it was because it was so dark out.

He disappeared behind the car for a few moments but then came back around.

He looked at me. "You ready?"

I looked at him suspiciously. "What are you doing?"

He lit a match. "You'll see."

He tossed the match in the window that had been rolled down slightly and the car was in flames almost instantaneously.

My jaw dropped in shock.

He smiled arrogantly.

"I can't believe you just did that." I stated.

That was a present from my Dad on my 16th birthday, I literally loved that car.

It meant so much to me and Corey knew that.

Corey walked up to me. "Now why don't you go fuck Reaver? I'm sure he's anxiously waiting for you to get back."

He strolled past me; hands in pockets.

I stared at my car as the flames engulfed it from the inside, the sparks reaching into the night sky.

I heard the front door close and I glanced behind me, seeing Corey had gone inside.

I turned and headed for the door, yanking it open when I reached it.

I closed the door and took off my jacket, tossing it on the small table by the door.

I heard the sounds of cabinets closing and I walked into the kitchen.

Corey had Drake's stash of alcohol scattered across the island.

He glanced over at me.

"That car had sentimental value, you fucker." I said to him.

"Well now it has even more value; as a pile of ashes." He replied.

I picked up one of the bottles of alcohol and threw it at him.

He dodged it and it shattered against the floor.

"Anyone of ever told you that you have anger issues? You know they have books for that." He said.

"Congratulations and salutations on being the biggest jackass ever."

He put a hand to his still heart. "Thank you."

Everything he did just pissed me off more and I was so mad I felt like hitting something.

There was a metallic taste on my tongue and my head throbbed harshly.

"Hey maybe you can get Daddy to buy you a new car." Corey said. "After you get the maids to clean up what's left of the car."

I felt the anger burn at me and I punched the wall I was closest to and walked out of the kitchen.

I sprinted upstairs to my room, feeling my hand sting with pain and went to my room, closing the door and locking it.

I flicked on the light and slid down; my back against the door.

I couldn't begin to control my anger so I didn't try.

I slammed my fist into the door and the pain worsened but I could hardly think about it over my rage.

I saw my hand as it rested against the door and my knuckles were red and bleeding slightly.

I took in deep breaths; trying to calm myself but it wasn't really working and I ended up punching the door again.

I put my face in my hands, one of them in more pain than the other.

I felt tears on the brink of my eyes and I squeezed them shut.

I was so overwhelmed with emotion that it felt like the only thing I could do was cry and/or hit more things.

I was betting I was going to be doing both shortly.

I stood up, sweeping my hair back with the hand that wasn't bleeding.

I starting pacing; trying to resist the urge I had to do something violent.

I stopped for a second, shaking my hand slightly that was bleeding; trying to burn off the anger.

I started pacing again, closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing and the feeling of my heart beating harshly in my chest.

I heard a knock on my door and I stopped; staring at the door.

"Arabelle?" I heard Corey's voice. "Open the door please." He spoke calmly and seriously.

I looked away, ignoring him and going back to pacing.

I was just starting to get myself to calm down and he was ruining it.

"Please open it I want to talk. I am not going to be a jackass I swear. Just don't insult me."

"Go away." I said loud enough for him to hear.

"I won't leave until you open the door, I swear to god I'll stay out here all night."

"I'm not opening the door; I don't want to talk to you." I replied.

"Even if I apologize?"

"I don't want your fucking apology."

"Well I wasn't going to I was just saying that so you'd open the door."

"Fuck off."

"See now when you say things like that it makes it very hard not to get mad and say something back."

I sighed with frustration and without thinking, smashed my fist into the wall yet again.

The searing pain distracted me from my irritation for a slight second.

"Are you punching things again?" Corey asked.

I disregarded what he said; looking upon the bloody state my knuckles were in.

I crouched down, my hands weaving themselves in my hair as I closed my eyes.

"I'll pick the lock on the door." He claimed.

He better not do that.

I swear to god if I get any madder, I am going to end up really hurting someone-most likely myself.

I heard the knob of the door rattle. "C'mon please? I've never seen you this mad before...are you okay?"

I was okay I was just very, very pissed.

Corey continued to whine outside of my door but I was lost in my thoughts.

"Will you at least say something so I know you're alive?!" Corey pleaded.

"What?" I muttered, slowly breaking out of my abstraction.

I realized he probably hadn't heard me and mindlessly ambled over to the door and unlocked it.

I swung the door open and stood before Corey, my eyes meeting his.

We stared at each other for a long second before he said something.

"You don't look as mad." He stated.

I just continued to stare at him blankly.

"That's good. I don't want you throwing more things at me."

I sighed softly, my hand resting against my face as my teeth idly chewed at my nails.

"Can...I come in?" He asked slowly.

"No." I stated firmly.

"You're hand is really...bloody. Does it hurt?"

"I don't know."

"Well..." He sighed. "Look I would just go and leave you alone but I don't know what to do. And if I left I would just keep thinking about you and this way at least I'm talking to you in some form even though you don't seem that interested in this conversation."

I didn't respond with anything as my eyes wandered over the room

"So how are you feeling? Did the medicine work?"

I looked back at him. "Not really."

"That's weird. I thought it would have."

"Do you have a point to this conversation?" I asked.

"Not at all."

"Well then can you leave? I kinda just want to be alone."

"You can be alone...with me."

I went to close the door but he put a hand against the wood before I even got it half closed.

"Why do you want to be alone? You always like being around me." He said pathetically.

His bright eyes urging me to show him some sort of affection.

"In case you haven't noticed I'm not in too good of a mood and I just don't feel good so I just want to be alone." I prompted, trying to close the door but to no avail.

"But-"

I interjected. "Go away."

"Please let me stay. I don't want be alone. It scares me." He urged pitifully.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not quite sure if you're serious or just saying this..."

"I'm serious! I don't like not being around you. And I'm starting to actually feel sorry for what I did..." He glanced down.

"Well I don't care so you can leave."

"Why are you being like this?" He came closer to me, his hand leaving the door.

The tips of his fingers brushed my cheek and I stepped back, out of his reach.

"I really just want to be alone." I repeated.

"But we love each other doesn't that mean I'm the one person you always want to be around?"

"I don't love you." I proclaimed.

His expression immediately turned to one of shock; he looked like he just witnessed someone run over by a truck right before his eyes.

I didn't regret saying it right away like I thought I would.

I didn't really feel anything.

I could tell he was at a loss for words. "I-I guess-" He swallowed and I looked at his green eyes as they glistened in the light, not meeting my gaze. "I'll leave then."

His eyes glanced at mine but quickly looked away as he turned back towards the door.

With a hand on the doorknob, halfway out of the door he looked back at me. "I am sorry...about earlier."

And with that he left the room, closing the door and leaving me alone like I wanted.