That Scares Me
FEARI frowned, looking over at Bom's empty seat. It's been nearly a week since she's been at school. At first, I thought that maybe she was sick, but this was unusual. She's hardly ever absent, even when she was sick. And it scared me.
After school, I made my way to her house with a container of her favorite ice cream. Surprisingly, her brother answered the door, the same stern look on his face. "Yes?"
I gulped, my grip on the bag carrying the pint of ice cream tightening. "Is Bom here?"
"No."
No?"
"No, she's not home," he clarified, his gaze unwavering.
"Where is she then?" I asked, an odd feeling overcoming me.
He shrugged nonchalantly, acting as if that wasn't a big deal. "Not sure, she hasn't been home in nearly a week now."
"And that doesn't worry you?" I asked incredulously.
My veins were burning with hatred, with anger towards this inconsiderate man standing in front of me.
"Nope," he replied lazily, " I couldn't care less if I tried. She's not worth it."
I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath, trying to control the anger that was overcoming me. I hate him. No, hate wasn't a strong enough word to describe what I felt for him.
So I did the thing that I knew I shouldn't have done. I did this for Bom, for the fact that he's a ty person. I did this for me because he was too much of a ing to just leave alone. I punched him.
"What's going on?"
I turned around, my fist still held up, Teddy now on the ground.
Bom was standing behind us, her eyes widened in both horror and surprise, a suitcase behind her.
I lowered my fist, "Bom..."
Teddy began to laugh, "Wow, Bom, this guy's got one hell of an arm on him. How long have you slept with h
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