5 Are u kidding me { 4 }???

"Because I . . . we are going to get married soon." he smirked and gently brushed his index finger under my chin.

I slapped his finger away. "Please don't touch me, asshole." I said and sent him dagger looks, but only his smirk got bigger. I am going to hate him so much! I thought.

"Move, I am going to swing." I commended.

"I don't obey commends." he said, trying to be a wise guy.

"Than, learn how to!" I said and started swinging. I kicked him several times and he stood up again every time. He eventually gave up and sat on the swing next to me. There was silence between us and I felt peace.

Finally, I felt like i was away from the problem and inhaled a deep breath. When I was starting to feel really bored, I got up and walked home. I wanted to be alone for sometime, so I looked behind my shoulders and saw that he was following me. I looked ahead and stopped. He walked up besides me.

"May I help you?" I asked him.

"I don't need any help." he said.

"Maybe you stop following me than, stalker!" I said to him.

"I have to make sure you are ok," he said. "At least don't follow right behind my tail. And I want to walk home ALONE!" I shouted at him, "Do you need the definition of alone? Or do you want me to spell the word alone for you?" I didn't wait for him to answer and I continued to walk.

As i walked along the tree, I extended my hand to touch the bark of the tree. I walked all of the way home but when reached I stayed on the outside. I could hear their conversation.

"Yeah" I heard my father said.

"It would be better off if they lived together, don't you agree?" a woman's voice said.

I figured out it was Ryan's Mom.

"Yeah lets do whatever is better for them." my Mom agreed sadly.

"We have to focus on them to get as close to each other as possible... "

seeing my Mom agreeing to such stupid things anger boiled up in my heart again, so I threw the door open and their conversation halted. They stared at me.

"I am sorry honey, now.. " mom said. Cutting her words I vented my anger out, "I know, I hear you guys. You want me to go. I am going to go now. You want me to focus on something that I never wanted to. Fine. I understand mom and dad." I said bitterly, looking at Ryan, behind me.

"Sweetheart, I -" mom started.

"I don't want to hear it! Mom, you know I wanted to be a single for the rest of my life. I told you that . . . that I don't want to marry anyone when I grow older. I have told you, why are you forcing me now?" I asked her.

She responded, but I didn't have the heart to listen. I stomped up the stairs and into the room. I locked the door and cried in silence by the door.

Someone knocked at the door and I screamed, "Go away! I don't want to see you!" and throw my brush at the door.

I don't care if it was my mom or dad, or is it the guest. I certainly don't care if it was Jason the bastard. I sat by the door for maybe an hour, or maybe it felt like an hour.

I grabbed my suitcase to pull it over my bed with puffy eyes and swollen face.

I knew that they were still down there waiting for me. I could hear their mumbling voices. I knew if I go down there again, we would have an argument again. There was no point, talking to them. They have planned everything out already and I bet they would not change their mind no matter what happens.

I opened the suitcase with tearstained face and threw everything in; I didn't care how messy it was. When everything was packed, a feeling of emptiness creeped in my mind making some fresh tears to form up again. I made sure the door was locked from inside and threw myself on the bed and fall sleep.