Settings

Reclaiming the Sand

Page 70

   


Dania was getting worked up. Her neck and chest was splotched red and she was breathing rapidly.
But I was pissed too.
“First of all, I was sent to juvie because of what I did. Because of what we did!” I waved my finger between us.
“It had nothing to do with Flynn. I made my choices.”
“But you said” Dania started arguing.
I instantly interrupted her.
“I know what I said. I know what I’ve always said. But it’s wrong. I was wrong. Don’t you get that? I f**ked up. I paid the price. And I have to live with what I did to him the rest of my life! Did you know his dog was inside? We killed his f**king dog, Dania!”
Dania snorted. “So? It’s just a f**king dog. It’s not like people died or anything. And I’ve heard he’s fixed the place up and it looks better than it ever did. So I don’t see what you’re freaking the f**k out about? It looks like he got a better end of the stick than you did, that’s for sure. So pardon me if I don’t get why you’d want to hang out with him. You hated him! Don’t pretend you didn’t,” she challenged.
Her lack of remorse, her total insensitivity wasn’t surprising. I had expected it. We were two sides of the same coin really. When I looked at Dania, when I heard her speak, it was like seeing and looking at the Ellie McCallum I had always been.
I shook my head and turned back to my dresser, pulling out the two other pairs of jeans I owned and folded them neatly.
“I’m with Flynn. I love him, Dania. So either you accept that or you don’t. But I’m not going to stop being with him because you don’t like him. Because you’re stuck in some pathetic time warp where you feel you still need to bully him to make yourself feel better. Grow up, Dania. I’m trying to,” I threw at her.
Dania clenched her hands into fists.
“You self-righteous, condescending bitch!” she growled. “Since when did you become better than everyone else? Since when did you become so high and mighty that you think you can look down on the rest of us? I don’t know who the hell you think you are”
“I’m the person who’s trying to get her ass out of Wellsburg and have a f**king life!” I yelled.
Dania recoiled like I had slapped her.
“So, we aren’t good enough for you anymore. I get it. So I’m not sure we have anything else to say to each other. You’ve made yourself pretty f**king clear,” Dania said, her voice frigid. She got to her feet and looked around my room, her voice curling in disgust.
“And you’re just a piece of shit like the rest of us. No matter how much you try to clean up,” she derided.
“I’m going to college, Dania. You could go to. Take some classes. You’re smart. You could make something of yourself,” I protested, trying one last time to salvage a friendship that had gotten me through some of the worst times of my life.
Dania laughed bitterly. “Unlike you, I’m just fine with how things are. I don’t need to go out there pretending to be something I’m not. I’ll leave that to you,” she scoffed.
“You’re fine with drinking yourself unconscious every night? You’re okay with taking drugs and potentially f**king up that baby you’re carrying worse than your parents f**ked you up? You’re going to be a mother, Dania. Start acting like it!” I shouted.
Dania’s face turned a scary molten color. She advanced toward me, her chest heaving up and down. She looked murderous.
“Don’t you f**king dare tell me how to be a mother! What the hell do you know about it? I’m sick and tired of your sanctimonious bullshit!” she screamed. She reached out and swiped everything off the top of my dresser.
“You stupid, judgmental bitch!” she shrieked as she ran over to my bed and turned over my suitcase. Everything upended on the floor.
“Stop it, Dania!” I yelled, trying to grab ahold of her.
“Oh, I’ll stop it all right. This friendship is done! I never want to see you again! Don’t call! Don’t stop by! Don’t even f**king think about me! I can do this on my own! I’ve never needed you, Ells,” she screamed.
“You were just the sad, pathetic kid I took pity on. I stopped Mr. Flanders from messing with you because I didn’t want to see you sniveling and crying. It was f**king annoying. Do you honestly think I ever even liked you? Fuck no! We all have always laughed about you behind your back. Shane used to call you the fish f**k! We all cracked up over that one. He’d tell us how you’d just lay there while he screwed you. That you were about as hot as dead fish. And then you’d cry because he didn’t call you. You sad, pathetic bitch! And then there was that guy Aaron our junior year that you panted after. Yeah he screwed you. But what you didn’t know was that I f**ked him right afterwards. And do you know what he told me? That you sucked. That I was so much better than you were. That you wouldn’t know how to f**k a dildo! Every guy you’ve ever wanted, wanted me more! Just remember that. And your friends were only hanging out with you because I told them to. No one likes you, Ellie. They never have.”
I didn’t know what to say. She was unleashing ten years of venom that I had never guessed that she felt. Sure, I knew she was selfish and self-centered. But I had truly believed on some level, she had cared about me.
But what I was hearing spewing out of her mouth was bitter, hateful jealousy. She needed people to like her, to want her, more than they liked or wanted me. That in her head, for all of these years, we had been engaged in some sort of competition that I hadn’t been aware of.