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A blonde walked into the kitchen. She had a petite body but the largest breasts I had ever seen. I swear those things had to be like one third of her weight. She had dyed her hair blonde and it was layered. Her makeup was caked on and her clothes were little to none. She was wearing a belly top and a mini skirt.
What are you doing at my house? I asked her slowly, like she couldn’t comprehend it if I had said it any faster. She laughed. This isn’t your house little girl. This is my boyfriends house what the fuck are you doing in it? She asked in this candy sweet voice. I cracked up laughing. This was Pete Wentz's girlfriend. Haha. You’re his girlfriend? Martin asked still staring at her chest. I bet I’m better in bed honey, he said winking. Then she got all red faced and screamed PETEY BABY.
I looked at martin silently telling him to get the ice cream. 3 2 1 RUN!!!! I screamed and we raced up the stairs as fast as we could, laughing. We slammed the door behind us locking it tightly. Then I ran into Wesley’s room and locked that door too.
This of course though woke up Wesley. Crap. A hushed him with my finger and said hey Wes baby its time to play the quiet game ok? And he nodded his head and put a finger to his own lips. This was his favorite game. Well this and horsy. A couple minutes later, after hearing murmuring and a whiny voice downstairs, someone marched up the stairs. Hello? The voice called is anyone here.
To my horror though Wesley decided to stop playing the quiet game and let out a giggle. Shhhhhhh Wes be quiet honey. And then the voice was heard outside our room. Is there someone in here? Whoever you are come out. This is private property. And being the rebel that I was I screamed go away you freak! And martin next to me said you do know that you probably insulted a member of fall out boy right? And I nodded smiling.
Then there was a silence. I hate silence, I have to say. It’s too quiet. It’s deafening. What followed the silence though made me wish that it was still silent. Someone started banging on the door so hard you could visibly see it starting to break. Open the damn door right now or I will break it down and kill you, this I guessed was Pete Wentz. And I was suddenly really freaked out. I grabbed Wes and hopped off the bed. Martin come on lets go to my room. Just in case. Wes was crying now because stupid peter Wentz would not shut his mouth up. I slammed the door to our adjoining bathroom and locked it. I put Wes on the bed and attempted to calm him down. But Pete was still heard in the background screaming you little sluts get the fuck out of my house!
Martin went over to my sound system and pressed play starting up my boys like girls cd. He blared it to drown out Pete and for a few seconds it worked. But then you started hearing his voice in between lines.
I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby
Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes
open this damn door!
You were worth the hundred thousand miles
But you couldn't stay awhile
turn down the damn music!
I got your little brown shirt in my bottom drawer baby
And your little white socks in the top drawer
what the FUCK is wrong with you?
You were always leaving your shit around
and gone without a sound
are you fucking deaf?
Yeah I'm the first to fall and the last to know
where you would go.
(It was silent for a second and then.)
Now I'm heels over head
I'm hangin' upside down
if you don’t open this god damn door I'm going to call the cops!
Thinking how you left me for dead
California bound
I got a first class ticket to a night all alone
And a front row seat up right by the phone
Cause you're always on my mind
And I'm running out of time
I've got your hair on my pillow and your smell in my sheets
And it makes me think about you with the sand in your feet
Is it all you thought it'd be?
You mean everything to me
Open this fucking door!
But I'm the first to fall and the last to know
and where'd you go?
Now I'm heels over head,
I'm hangin' upside down
Thinking how you left me for dead
California bound
And when you hit the coast
I hope you think of me
And how I'm stuck here with the ghost of what we used to be
And turn down the fucking music!
You're burnin' bridges baby
Burnin' bridges, making wishes
Yeah you're burnin' bridges baby
Burnin' bridges, making wishes
You're burnin' bridges baby
Burnin' bridges, making wishes
Yeah you're burnin' bridges baby
Burnin' bridges, making wishes
You're a chance taker, heartbreaker
Got me wrapped around your finger
Chance taker, heartbreaker
Got me wrapped around your finger
I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby
Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes
If I drive a hundred thousand miles
Would you let me stay a while?
Now I'm heels over head,
I'm hangin' upside-down
Thinking how you left me for dead
California bound
And when you hit the coast
I hope you think of me
And how I'm stuck here with the ghost of what we used to be
Now I'm heels over head,
I'm hangin' upside-down
Thinking how you left me for dead
California bound
And when you hit the coast
Maybe you'll finally see
And then you'll turn it all around and you'll come back to me
it was silent for the rest of the song. Well not completely silent Wes still sounded like a fire truck. Then someone knocked on the door politely and said Mercedes Abigail Young! Decently loud. I figured that that was Mrs. Wentz because the voice was pretty feminine. Martin turned down the music and I slid off the bed with a still yowling Wesley. I swear the kid sounded like a cat. You know like when you step on their tails and they make that really loud screeching sound.
I cracked open the door a tiny bit. Mrs. Wentz was standing in front of a red faced Pete and next to him was the rest of fall out boy and that blonde female. I came out of the room slowly and carefully. Heck, I didn’t know if Pete was still going to kill me for breaking and entering in my own house.
Mercedes why did you lock peter out of your room when he was clearly trying to get in? She asked me in a serious motherly tone of voice.
Because Mrs. Wentz he was screaming and swearing and threatening to kill me. And I figured that if I did leave the room with martin and locked Wes in that the odds would be about two and a half to about four and a half and that those weren’t very fair odds. I replied
Mrs. Wentz looked like she was about to say something and then rethought it instead saying wait two and a half against four and a half?
Yeah, I explained I'm two, martins a half, and then Patrick, Joe, Andy, and Pete are each one and then that girl is a half. Which got a few smiles from Patrick Joe and Andy but a frown from blondie and Pete?
Oh so you’re two and I’m a half, martin said raising an eyebrow
psh ya I can beat you up any day pretty boy. I smiled. Wes had stopped crying and was now sniffling and hiccupping. But Mrs. Wentz you have to understand that I didn’t come out because I actually feared for my own life. I watch mtv I know what your son does to people he doesn’t like.
Mrs. Wentz looked at Pete and said shame on you peter Lewis Kingston
maam if it isnt too much I was wondering if Pete could apologize to Wesley. I mean I didn’t really mind the screaming too much but he scared the daylights out of my brother, and he is only three years old. I tightened my grip on Wesley who buried his head in my shoulder.
Mrs. Wentz looked at Pete who looked at me and mumbled a sorry in my direction. Then louder and clearer he asked you still haven’t told me who this is mom. And she smiled. This honey is your new little sister and brother. Mercedes and Wesley.
Mercy, please. I hate my name. I’m a freaking car. Martin smiled and hit my shoulder where as Pete's mouth dropped a mountain. Mom I go on tour for three months and you adopt a demon and her little minion? He asked, incredulous. I pursed my lips and then walked back into my room, pushing the door closed behind me. I set was down on my bed. Arguing could be heard from outside but I was tuning it out. I didn’t want to hear any more insults thrown in my direction.
I walked onto the balcony and sat down outside. Martin wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. I stood up turned around and buried my face in his shoulder. It’s not true is it? Am I really a demon child? Is that why you are my only friend? Because you are the only one who can put up with me? I felt a tear slide down my face. Which surprised me, I never cried. Of course not! You’re the best friend I could ever have. And if you weren’t my friend you would be the most popular girl at school. It’s me not you. He said hugging me tighter. I fell to the ground and he came down with me, losing his balance. I was now sobbing, tears streaming down my face. I was still in my white dress but I didn’t care anymore. I was thirteen and my life was already over. This isn’t fair martin. I should be at home. With my mother and father. I shouldn’t be forced to live here. I don’t WANT to live here. I just want to be home. I just want my parents to be alive. But no one cares what I want. I’m just a stupid demon child.
I couldn’t control it now. I was crying freely. I didn’t care if martin was there with me. You need to listen to me, martin said with some urgency in his voice it isn’t fair you are right, and Pete is an ass hole. But you are not a demon child. Don’t you ever forget that! You are my best and only friend and I love you more than I love my parents. Don’t you ever forget that. He finished hugging me again. I sat there with him for a while. Then I remembered Wesley. I staggered trying to stand but he helped me back into the house, shutting the door behind us.
He was fast asleep on the bed. I didn’t blame him though, all that crying probably tired him out. I pulled him into my arms and rocked him gently. I should probably go home, martin said my mom will get really mad. I nodded knowingly. Of course. Ill talk to you tomorrow okay?
Be strong Benz. He smiled I am not a car! I screamed playfully and swatted his arm. He just laughed and walked out of the room. I sighed and put Wes back on the bed, laying the covers on his small body. I changed out of what I was wearing and into a pair of shorts and a shirt of my own design that had a picture of Ryan Ross and then under it panic at the disco and then that little verse sign and then it had a picture of Paul DiGiovanni and then under it boys like girls. On the back of the shirt it said who will win.
I also grabbed my guitar from the closet. After tuning it I started to sing and play.
Why do things like this happen to me?
I don’t know but one day they will see
what they have done
Gone and cause so much pain
making us so full of hate and disdain.
Causing us to cut ourselves
Ruining us with lies and welts
Help me god to understand
Help me god to make a stand
I’m sick of lies and sick of hurt
I’m sick of lies and sick of hurt
Why cant they just leave
Every time I see them I want to leave
Ruining my life everyday
I cant live this way
No no no no more
I want to get out
Tell me how
Oh oh ooohhh
Do I end my life?
Must I take away my hearts breath?
I don’t care anymore
Just help me leave this horrible place.
I finished my poorly written song. A soft knock came from the door. come in. I heard myself say against my better judgment. I put my guitar next to my bed as Mrs. Wentz came into the room. That was some beautiful singing mercy, she said softly sitting on the edge of my bed. I stayed silent. I saw your friend leave. She tried again to start a conversation. Oh mercy I just came in here to apologize. Pete really isn’t that bad of a guy, really. He was just really surprised and he thinks we replaced him with you.
I just didn’t want to talk! Could she not see this? Well okay. Just call me if you’re hungry. And then, to my relief, she got up and left. I sighed and then snuggled up against Wes. I could hear voices from the other room. I tried to interpret them and found out that they were talking about me.
Dude I can’t believe you did that to her, she’s like 10 and you called her a demon, plus you screamed your head off at her and using all of those colorful words.
ya and she seems cool enough. She’s funny and has good taste in music. Plus she can sing.
you only like her because she knew your name. usually the chicks only like Pete. We get neglected.
Damn straight.
You know if you want to talk about me you should make sure I cant here you through paper thin walls. I finally yelled. This coursed with about 3 sorries I smiled. At least the rest of the band seemed nice enough. I couldn’t stay here though. I wanted to go visit my parents. So I would.
I left Wes sleeping on my bed and picked up my cell and my ipod. I put on a sweatshirt that I probably wouldn’t need because it was June and warm outside. I slipped on flip-flops and went out to the balcony. There were stairs going to the ground out there to my relief. I hopped down them and jumped the last four steps. When I landed I threw my hands up and she sticks the landing. I whispered to my self chuckling. I walked to the end of the driveway and went through the gates. Then I started running.
I loved to run. It was one of my favorite things to do. I was fast too. At school I had been on cross country. I always beat everyone else. Always.
I figured the cemetery was about 5 miles from here and it would probably take me 30 minutes to get there. I didn’t mind though because running was my thing. I could run forever.
What are you doing at my house? I asked her slowly, like she couldn’t comprehend it if I had said it any faster. She laughed. This isn’t your house little girl. This is my boyfriends house what the fuck are you doing in it? She asked in this candy sweet voice. I cracked up laughing. This was Pete Wentz's girlfriend. Haha. You’re his girlfriend? Martin asked still staring at her chest. I bet I’m better in bed honey, he said winking. Then she got all red faced and screamed PETEY BABY.
I looked at martin silently telling him to get the ice cream. 3 2 1 RUN!!!! I screamed and we raced up the stairs as fast as we could, laughing. We slammed the door behind us locking it tightly. Then I ran into Wesley’s room and locked that door too.
This of course though woke up Wesley. Crap. A hushed him with my finger and said hey Wes baby its time to play the quiet game ok? And he nodded his head and put a finger to his own lips. This was his favorite game. Well this and horsy. A couple minutes later, after hearing murmuring and a whiny voice downstairs, someone marched up the stairs. Hello? The voice called is anyone here.
To my horror though Wesley decided to stop playing the quiet game and let out a giggle. Shhhhhhh Wes be quiet honey. And then the voice was heard outside our room. Is there someone in here? Whoever you are come out. This is private property. And being the rebel that I was I screamed go away you freak! And martin next to me said you do know that you probably insulted a member of fall out boy right? And I nodded smiling.
Then there was a silence. I hate silence, I have to say. It’s too quiet. It’s deafening. What followed the silence though made me wish that it was still silent. Someone started banging on the door so hard you could visibly see it starting to break. Open the damn door right now or I will break it down and kill you, this I guessed was Pete Wentz. And I was suddenly really freaked out. I grabbed Wes and hopped off the bed. Martin come on lets go to my room. Just in case. Wes was crying now because stupid peter Wentz would not shut his mouth up. I slammed the door to our adjoining bathroom and locked it. I put Wes on the bed and attempted to calm him down. But Pete was still heard in the background screaming you little sluts get the fuck out of my house!
Martin went over to my sound system and pressed play starting up my boys like girls cd. He blared it to drown out Pete and for a few seconds it worked. But then you started hearing his voice in between lines.
I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby
Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes
open this damn door!
You were worth the hundred thousand miles
But you couldn't stay awhile
turn down the damn music!
I got your little brown shirt in my bottom drawer baby
And your little white socks in the top drawer
what the FUCK is wrong with you?
You were always leaving your shit around
and gone without a sound
are you fucking deaf?
Yeah I'm the first to fall and the last to know
where you would go.
(It was silent for a second and then.)
Now I'm heels over head
I'm hangin' upside down
if you don’t open this god damn door I'm going to call the cops!
Thinking how you left me for dead
California bound
I got a first class ticket to a night all alone
And a front row seat up right by the phone
Cause you're always on my mind
And I'm running out of time
I've got your hair on my pillow and your smell in my sheets
And it makes me think about you with the sand in your feet
Is it all you thought it'd be?
You mean everything to me
Open this fucking door!
But I'm the first to fall and the last to know
and where'd you go?
Now I'm heels over head,
I'm hangin' upside down
Thinking how you left me for dead
California bound
And when you hit the coast
I hope you think of me
And how I'm stuck here with the ghost of what we used to be
And turn down the fucking music!
You're burnin' bridges baby
Burnin' bridges, making wishes
Yeah you're burnin' bridges baby
Burnin' bridges, making wishes
You're burnin' bridges baby
Burnin' bridges, making wishes
Yeah you're burnin' bridges baby
Burnin' bridges, making wishes
You're a chance taker, heartbreaker
Got me wrapped around your finger
Chance taker, heartbreaker
Got me wrapped around your finger
I got your runaway smile in my piggybank baby
Gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes
If I drive a hundred thousand miles
Would you let me stay a while?
Now I'm heels over head,
I'm hangin' upside-down
Thinking how you left me for dead
California bound
And when you hit the coast
I hope you think of me
And how I'm stuck here with the ghost of what we used to be
Now I'm heels over head,
I'm hangin' upside-down
Thinking how you left me for dead
California bound
And when you hit the coast
Maybe you'll finally see
And then you'll turn it all around and you'll come back to me
it was silent for the rest of the song. Well not completely silent Wes still sounded like a fire truck. Then someone knocked on the door politely and said Mercedes Abigail Young! Decently loud. I figured that that was Mrs. Wentz because the voice was pretty feminine. Martin turned down the music and I slid off the bed with a still yowling Wesley. I swear the kid sounded like a cat. You know like when you step on their tails and they make that really loud screeching sound.
I cracked open the door a tiny bit. Mrs. Wentz was standing in front of a red faced Pete and next to him was the rest of fall out boy and that blonde female. I came out of the room slowly and carefully. Heck, I didn’t know if Pete was still going to kill me for breaking and entering in my own house.
Mercedes why did you lock peter out of your room when he was clearly trying to get in? She asked me in a serious motherly tone of voice.
Because Mrs. Wentz he was screaming and swearing and threatening to kill me. And I figured that if I did leave the room with martin and locked Wes in that the odds would be about two and a half to about four and a half and that those weren’t very fair odds. I replied
Mrs. Wentz looked like she was about to say something and then rethought it instead saying wait two and a half against four and a half?
Yeah, I explained I'm two, martins a half, and then Patrick, Joe, Andy, and Pete are each one and then that girl is a half. Which got a few smiles from Patrick Joe and Andy but a frown from blondie and Pete?
Oh so you’re two and I’m a half, martin said raising an eyebrow
psh ya I can beat you up any day pretty boy. I smiled. Wes had stopped crying and was now sniffling and hiccupping. But Mrs. Wentz you have to understand that I didn’t come out because I actually feared for my own life. I watch mtv I know what your son does to people he doesn’t like.
Mrs. Wentz looked at Pete and said shame on you peter Lewis Kingston
maam if it isnt too much I was wondering if Pete could apologize to Wesley. I mean I didn’t really mind the screaming too much but he scared the daylights out of my brother, and he is only three years old. I tightened my grip on Wesley who buried his head in my shoulder.
Mrs. Wentz looked at Pete who looked at me and mumbled a sorry in my direction. Then louder and clearer he asked you still haven’t told me who this is mom. And she smiled. This honey is your new little sister and brother. Mercedes and Wesley.
Mercy, please. I hate my name. I’m a freaking car. Martin smiled and hit my shoulder where as Pete's mouth dropped a mountain. Mom I go on tour for three months and you adopt a demon and her little minion? He asked, incredulous. I pursed my lips and then walked back into my room, pushing the door closed behind me. I set was down on my bed. Arguing could be heard from outside but I was tuning it out. I didn’t want to hear any more insults thrown in my direction.
I walked onto the balcony and sat down outside. Martin wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. I stood up turned around and buried my face in his shoulder. It’s not true is it? Am I really a demon child? Is that why you are my only friend? Because you are the only one who can put up with me? I felt a tear slide down my face. Which surprised me, I never cried. Of course not! You’re the best friend I could ever have. And if you weren’t my friend you would be the most popular girl at school. It’s me not you. He said hugging me tighter. I fell to the ground and he came down with me, losing his balance. I was now sobbing, tears streaming down my face. I was still in my white dress but I didn’t care anymore. I was thirteen and my life was already over. This isn’t fair martin. I should be at home. With my mother and father. I shouldn’t be forced to live here. I don’t WANT to live here. I just want to be home. I just want my parents to be alive. But no one cares what I want. I’m just a stupid demon child.
I couldn’t control it now. I was crying freely. I didn’t care if martin was there with me. You need to listen to me, martin said with some urgency in his voice it isn’t fair you are right, and Pete is an ass hole. But you are not a demon child. Don’t you ever forget that! You are my best and only friend and I love you more than I love my parents. Don’t you ever forget that. He finished hugging me again. I sat there with him for a while. Then I remembered Wesley. I staggered trying to stand but he helped me back into the house, shutting the door behind us.
He was fast asleep on the bed. I didn’t blame him though, all that crying probably tired him out. I pulled him into my arms and rocked him gently. I should probably go home, martin said my mom will get really mad. I nodded knowingly. Of course. Ill talk to you tomorrow okay?
Be strong Benz. He smiled I am not a car! I screamed playfully and swatted his arm. He just laughed and walked out of the room. I sighed and put Wes back on the bed, laying the covers on his small body. I changed out of what I was wearing and into a pair of shorts and a shirt of my own design that had a picture of Ryan Ross and then under it panic at the disco and then that little verse sign and then it had a picture of Paul DiGiovanni and then under it boys like girls. On the back of the shirt it said who will win.
I also grabbed my guitar from the closet. After tuning it I started to sing and play.
Why do things like this happen to me?
I don’t know but one day they will see
what they have done
Gone and cause so much pain
making us so full of hate and disdain.
Causing us to cut ourselves
Ruining us with lies and welts
Help me god to understand
Help me god to make a stand
I’m sick of lies and sick of hurt
I’m sick of lies and sick of hurt
Why cant they just leave
Every time I see them I want to leave
Ruining my life everyday
I cant live this way
No no no no more
I want to get out
Tell me how
Oh oh ooohhh
Do I end my life?
Must I take away my hearts breath?
I don’t care anymore
Just help me leave this horrible place.
I finished my poorly written song. A soft knock came from the door. come in. I heard myself say against my better judgment. I put my guitar next to my bed as Mrs. Wentz came into the room. That was some beautiful singing mercy, she said softly sitting on the edge of my bed. I stayed silent. I saw your friend leave. She tried again to start a conversation. Oh mercy I just came in here to apologize. Pete really isn’t that bad of a guy, really. He was just really surprised and he thinks we replaced him with you.
I just didn’t want to talk! Could she not see this? Well okay. Just call me if you’re hungry. And then, to my relief, she got up and left. I sighed and then snuggled up against Wes. I could hear voices from the other room. I tried to interpret them and found out that they were talking about me.
Dude I can’t believe you did that to her, she’s like 10 and you called her a demon, plus you screamed your head off at her and using all of those colorful words.
ya and she seems cool enough. She’s funny and has good taste in music. Plus she can sing.
you only like her because she knew your name. usually the chicks only like Pete. We get neglected.
Damn straight.
You know if you want to talk about me you should make sure I cant here you through paper thin walls. I finally yelled. This coursed with about 3 sorries I smiled. At least the rest of the band seemed nice enough. I couldn’t stay here though. I wanted to go visit my parents. So I would.
I left Wes sleeping on my bed and picked up my cell and my ipod. I put on a sweatshirt that I probably wouldn’t need because it was June and warm outside. I slipped on flip-flops and went out to the balcony. There were stairs going to the ground out there to my relief. I hopped down them and jumped the last four steps. When I landed I threw my hands up and she sticks the landing. I whispered to my self chuckling. I walked to the end of the driveway and went through the gates. Then I started running.
I loved to run. It was one of my favorite things to do. I was fast too. At school I had been on cross country. I always beat everyone else. Always.
I figured the cemetery was about 5 miles from here and it would probably take me 30 minutes to get there. I didn’t mind though because running was my thing. I could run forever.
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