Little Hearts
I sat outside, with Kath and Tom. Ricky was inside. I couldn't believe he kissed me. He tried to slip his tounge into mine, I pushed him away saying I couldn't do it. He felt embarrased and ashamed. He had walked away from me. So I had walked away from him. I sat silent outside, Tom and Kath whispering. They had heard what I yelled before. The yell which mentioned what Ricky did. I felt bad, extremely. Should I though? Should I feel bad for what happened? I brushed my thin, bony fingers through my long, wavy hair. Tom moved to the other side of me, so I was in the middle of Kath and Tom.
"We are sickened by it aswell." Kath said, trying to comfort me. Tom sniggered.
"I'm not, to be honest." Kath glared at him and he shut his gob. Kath put her arm round my waist and cuddled me. It wasn't something strange. I've knew Kath all my life. Were like sisters. My mam delivered her, then her mam delivered me. Weird, huh?
"Oh, just to think it makes me puke!" Tom put his hand over his mouth, holding back laughter, Kath glared, he sighed and put his hand at my back 'attempting' to be comforting. Ricky came outside, he saw Kath cuddling into me, and Tom comforting me. He knew that they knew. Kath shot up, freeing from my waist.
"YOU!" Her hands were clenched into fists. Tom shook his head, he patted my back and got up.
"Kath, give the guy a break, seriously. Were all acting like kids!" Kath turned to Tom.
"WE ARE KIDS!" He remembered we all only 12-13 years old. Barely even teens.
"Don't you get it! He is 12! I don't care if it was puberty! He shouldn't of perved at my body! HE'S A SICKO!" She turned back to Ricky, furious at him.
"You've hurt my Rose! She's wilted now!" I realized she was comparing me to an actual rose. I saw Kath's teeth gritted tightly, veins popping out of her neck. You could see the pulse.
"I'LL MAKE SURE YOU'RE BALLS WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO DROP!" She flung at Ricky, slapping, scratching his face. He pushed her out of the way, she fell onto the ground. Tom grabbed hold of her. Kath was wearing a baggy jumper and some white shorts and sandels. Her hair tied up high. Hair was hanging from it now.
"Kath, for god's sake!" Tom calmed Kath down, she still had her hands into fists though. Ricky looked at me with his scratched face, breathing heavily. My eyes began to water. I mimed to him 'Im sorry.' He just glared. I broke down in tears. I couldn't stand this. I was the criminal here. I got up and ran past Ricky, my shoulder barging into his. I showed him how much pain he has put me through. This was all over a stupid SPIDER! I ran inside, Ricky was about to go in but Tom stopped him.
"No man, you've done enough." I heard him say. I lay on my bed, crying. I thought about everything. The spider, Ricky staring. It was all PATHETIC. Then I heard a vibrate. I got up. It was Ricky's phone on the tiny desk in the middle of the bedroom. I walked up to it and grabbed it. Should I be doing this? Should I be a prick and see who was texting him? I didn't know what I was doing. I was angry, upset. I was annoyed.
I slid up the phone. He had a text message off Chris Woods, his cousin. I clicked veiw. I was sweating as I did this. It read,
Yo, man. Best cousin, ha, ha, you're still likin' Rose?!! God- that's low man. She'll think your creepy! YOU ARE creepy dude. Anyway Sophie comin' round, don't text, you'll spoil my fun. Bye. And Hot? pfft. Your 12 man.
I gulped. Ricky liked me all this time? Oh god... what did he do which was so low? What's hot? I exited the text and clicked my messages, then I clicked Sent Messages. I read the last one he sent.
Hi, Rose is nice! I need help, your my man, your the one I can actually tell things to, I sound like a girl, huh? I've 'bin hanging with her too much. I even took pictures! She's like, really, in your words, hot!
So he did stare at me to check me out that lying little- AH! And pictures? PICTURES!? I clicked his files and veiwed his images. My heart stopped immediantly. There was many pictures of me actually. ASLEEP. In that bed! We've only slept a night! Oh my god! W-W-WHAT A PERVERT! I held the phone tightly. I stormed outside, fury flooding my body. Ricky jumped, so did everyone else.
"What's the matter?" Kath saw the anger blare in my eyes. I rose the phone up. Ricky's face went completely white.
"YOU TOOK PICTURES OF ME WHEN I WAS A SLEEP?!" He bowed his head, he gripped at his hair. Kath looked at me then at Ricky. Mouth wide open.
"What?!" She yelled. Tom stood up beside Kath, this time, backing her up.
"That's just LOW, extremely." Tom shook his head at him.
"LOW? It's BLOODY scary if you ask me!" I shrieked at him. My breathing grew heavier.
"You f-cking retard, that's it, get me a knife Tom. I'M CUTTING HIS F-CKING BALLS OFF!" Kath headed for the cabin, actually meaning it. Kath you see, had grew up in a street were there was many swearing, fighting and such. Her mother soon moved away, near me. Tom held her back.
"Kath.. calm down." She tried struggling free.
"Calm Down?! He's a monster, a perv!" At the 12, you considered this siduation a bad thing, a crime. At 18 or so, it wouldn't be as bad. Mrs Woods heard the yelling. She came out of her cabin.
"What's going on??!" We all stood, growling at each other, like wild dogs. Kath opened her mouth then closed it, grinning. She had an idea.
"Oh nothing. A tiny arguement over washing the dishes. Sorry." Kath stood straight.
"Guys, I'll wash them for goodness sake." She turned to Mrs Woods.
"I'm sorry we bothered you- were fine now." Mrs Woods nodded.
"It's DISHES everyone, please calm down. That's kind of you Kath. I'll check on you later?" Kath shook her head.
"Don't bother, we'll be fine." Mrs Woods wasn't sure, but she nodded anyway and headed back to her cabin. I turned to Kath.
"Why didn't you tell his mam?!" Kath smiled.
"Oh, we have a week. It's been one day." She turned to Ricky.
"One week of pleasure for us, of course." A smug, evil grin spreaded across her face.
"One week of f-cking torture for you..." Ricky looked up at her, glaring back. I looked at her then to Ricky. His eyes met mine. His glare faded and a frown took it's place. He mimed 'I'm Sorry' like I did to him before. I just glared, giving him a hint that I didn't give a rats pants if he was sorry or not. He still violated my privacy. For some reason, I felt upset inside though, like I wanted to cry and scream, I don't know why but it felt like my heart was becoming fragile each second...
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