I Hate You

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Matt shot me looks of concern throughout the entire service. He could tell something was wrong and not knowing what it was appeared to be driving him crazy. I smiled internally celebrating the fact that he cared so much that it actually seemed to be causing him physical pain, that being said, I'm sure it paled in comparison to the amount of discomfort I was experiencing having sat almost an entire church service on a hard pew.

"What is wrong with you, Cecelia?" Joe whispered in my ear. "Sit still, you are acting like a five year old." That was hardly fair to the five year olds, truth be told all the little ones I saw in the service were well behaved, sitting still coloring or busying themselves with some other activity provided for them in the church kid kits. I, however, could not get comfortable to save my life. "Sorry," I said, shifting in my seat again. "I don't feel very well, excuse me," I said, standing from the pew and immediately welcoming the relief in my backside. I quickly made my way out of the pew, walking to the back of the sanctuary and out of the doors. By the time I made it to the fellowship hall, Matt had already caught up to me.

"CeCe!" he called out running up to me."What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied, rubbing the back of my neck, "I'm fine."

Matt cocked a brow, "You're lying," he accused.

How could he possibly know that? He has known me what? A week?

"I'm just tired," I said with a sigh.

Matt pulled out a chair from one of the tables and took a seat before scooting a chair out and patting it, signaling me to sit.

I'll stand, thank you.

"What's wrong?" He repeated. I opened my mouth to deny it again, and he cut me off. "Skip the lie," he instructed. "I know you too well." I rolled my eyes. I'm not sure what irritated me more, being called out on my lie or him claiming to "know me" after less than a week of dating. Matt noted my irritation with his claim. "We may have only dated for a few days, but I've been creepin' on you for a long time, Jonas," he said, trying to lighten the mood. "I know that something is wrong, and whatever it is, I know you are lying about it because you are rubbing your neck," he said, pointing to me. I quickly dropped my arm internally, cursing my subconscious fidgeting. "You do that when you are lying or stressed," he said. "Your brother Nick does the same thing."

Well frick, so the little creeper did know me more than I would like to admit.

"Nick was high last night." I said with a sigh. Matt's eyes widened, and I immediately realized that perhaps I should have clarified.

"He what?" he questioned, looking just as worried as he did shocked.

"No! no! That's not what I meant," I retracted. "I mean, his sugar was high." Matt expression turned to relief then quickly to that of confusion. "He is diabetic," I clarified.

"Oh," he said, still not understanding how Nick being diabetic would have anything to do with why I seemed upset.

"I'm kind of a night owl," I explained. "Anytime Nick wakes up and his sugar is off, he usually hangs out with me till he levels out...last night he was high." Matt cocked a brow, still seeming confused. I rolled my eyes. "He came upstairs, and I was gone," I said bluntly.

Matts eyes widened again in panic. "He knows you were..."

"No," I said, cutting him off. "I told him I was at Morgan's."

"Shit," he said, running his hands through his hair nervously.

"Yep," I said, popping my P. "He was in my room waiting for me when I crawled in my window."

"What did he say?" he asked, assuming that Nick had resorted to his punishment of choice, grounding.

"He didn't SAY much of anything," I corrected. "He gave me the belt and went to bed."  I dropped my eyes, remembering Nicks look of disappointment.

Matt stood and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug. "I'm so sorry, babe. I feel horrible," he said, giving me a squeeze.

"No, don't," I said, pulling out of the hug. "You didn't make me sneak out. It was my idea."

"What are you going to do if Nick tries to confirm your story with Morgan?" Matt asked.

"Oh, there is no doubt he will try to confirm my story," I said. "I don't think he believes that I was at her house, I whispered to her this morning that I was with her till two am but I'm not sure if she heard me or not, I guess I will find out later."

"Man, I hope she heard you," he said, sounding nervous.

"Me too," I said, pulling Matt back into a hug. "Nick will be so mad if he finds out I lied."

***

Nick has been really quiet; he has barely spoken three words to me since this morning. At this point I'm not sure if he is quiet because he is exhausted or if I should take it as a sign that I am in more trouble, I really wish I could have talked to Morgan before leaving church. It would be nice to know if I'm about to die.

"Go to your room," Nick uttered as we pulled into the driveway. I nodded groaning internally and went directly to my room as instructed. I sat on my bed and waited for the worst. When Nick walked in and grabbed my computer chair, setting it in front of me, my breath hitched. Fuck, Morgan didn't hear me.

"Do you know how scary it was to walk into your room last night and find you gone?" Nick questioned as he took a seat straddling the chair.

I bowed my head noting how tired he sounded, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry that you snuck out, or sorry that you got caught?" Nick questioned sounding irritated.

I shrugged. "Both," I answered honestly, "I didn't mean to worry you."

"Sorry doesn't always cut it Cee," Nick scolded. "You can't go around doing whatever you want and just expect things to be ok by saying sorry."

"I don't know what you want me to say Nicky, I know I screwed up, didn't you ever sneak out when you were my age?" I questioned.

"Yea, I did," Nick confirmed, "and Dad blistered my butt for it too."

"Well then, there you go," I said making my point.

"It's not just the sneaking out Cee, it's your blatant disregard for all of the rules lately, foul language, truancy at school, fighting." Nick said listing off some of my recent infractions.

"You make it sound like I'm some hellion," I spat. "I'm a teenager, all teenagers get into trouble, it's what we do."

"I'm not in charge of all teenagers, I'm in charge of you, and this is not how you were raised," he countered growing more frustrated.

"I was raised to be a good person, that hasn't changed. You said yourself that you snuck out when you were my age and I'm sure that you and Joe both did all the other stuff as well," I argued ignoring his frustration.

"What Joe or I did is none of your concern and just because we may have done those things doesn't mean you have to make the same mistakes," Nick said standing from the chair to stare me down and raising his voice.

"You are being a hypocrite!" I said standing to face him now growing more and more irritated. "I made a mistake, am I not allowed to make my own mistakes just because you have previously made them? There are worse things I could be doing than sneaking out or saying FUCK!" I knew the second that 'fuck' left my lips I had gone too far, there was no time to retract my statement before Nick grabbed me by my arm and landed five hard smacks to my already unbearably tender butt. I was shocked to say the least. Beyond the occasional single warning pop to the butt I had not been spanked by hand in YEARS, it was really more of a punishment reserved for spankings pre-belt age. Let it be known, it is apparently still very effective, especially when administered by one very strong ticked off brother on a freshly belted behind. As soon as my arm was released my hand flew back to try to rub away the newly rekindled fire as I attempted to recover from both the shock and pain those five little hand swats had produced. "OUCH. That hurt!"

"GOOD! If you are going to act like a spoiled child, I will treat you like one," Nick hissed. I opened my mouth to make what was probably another very unwise remark and my bedroom door opened, Joe stood there looking at Nick and I in our almost nose to nose showdown.

"What is going on in here?" He questioned looking confused. "Why are you crying?"

Nick turned to me, his eyes seemed almost black. "Why don't you tell him CeCelia."

I suddenly found it hard to swallow over the lump that had formed in my throat. Clearly, I was not going to win this battle...not against my brothers.  "I HATE IT HERE! I HATE THAT BECAUSE THEY ARE GONE, IM STUCK WITH YOU! I HATE YOU AS MUCH AS YOU HATE ME!" I screamed in Nicks face before tearing off out my bedroom door past a very shocked Joe. I took off running out the front door with no resistance from my brothers, I assume at this point Joe was just trying to sort out what the hell just happened. I didn't know where I was going, and it didn't matter... At this point, I just needed room to breathe.

Chapter End Notes:

Teen girls are like hormonal bi-polar ninjas. 🥷


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