Call Me Heartless.

"Erica! Erica Maureen! I do not want you going out, I mean it! I want you in your room, and stop hanging around those trouble-makers any longer! Their wrong for you!" My mother yelled from behind me, tearing up as she pulled at her hair frustradingly.

"Oh, Mama," I said, rolling my gray-blue eyes at her as I finally turned around to face her. "Relax, nothing bad is going to happen," I smiled, putting my hand on her cheek before I pushed my strawberry blonde hair behind my gaged ears and went to grab my purse.

"Erica, I'm not playing around! I'm tired of you drinking, partying, doing drugs--" Her voice was cut off by her persistant sobbing, for which I showed no remorse. If there was anything my no-show father told me, it was to not care about feelings, anyones.

"Mama, I replied in my fake-reasurringly tone, "trust me; none of that's gunna happen." With that, I applied some lip gloss out of my purse and retreated to the front door, where she stopped me again.

"Erica, I mean this: if you walk out of my house right now, you will not be let back in. I'll turn my back on you if you choose to leave tonight to do whatever you do, and I'll never look back, I mean it," She continued, whispering the last part.

"Whatever," I scoffed, not touched by her words. She always did this, she always tried to ruin my fun by her little dramatic epsiodes, it was pathetic. They didn't affect me at all, I only found them irritating and another reason to leave. Call me heartless.

I slammed the door behind me, shaking the picture frames she had hung on the wall and continued my way to the lobby of the apartment complex, where my best friend Dana was waiting outside in her car, with our boyfriends.

"Hey honeys!" I sang as I got in the backseat, next to Andy, my boyfriend.

"Hey babe," Dana and Andy said in unison, smiling.

"Man, I can't wait for this," I said, shuffling in the backseat, trying to get comfortable.

"Yeah, I know," Lucas, Dana's boyfriend spoke up from the front seat, in his usual no-emotion tone. "It's gunna be sick."

"That's for sure," Dana said, smiling as we pulled away from the curb and onto our destination: the city library. Fifteen minutes later, we got there and we're across the street, just waiting for our victim to come out.

"What kind of loser spends his saturday night at the library anyway?" Andy asked, uncomfortable just being across the street from the place.

"The same loser that's a snitch," I responded, just as annoyed as him.

"Hey, at least we know where he is, where he's going and how easy he made this for us," Dana pointed out, putting on her fiftieth coat of mascara.

"Here he comes!" Lucas said suddenly, and we all jumped up. We watched as The Nerd came out of the libary, carrying at least six books the size of dictionaries.

We rolled our eyes as we watched him get in his ancient car and drive away, us following closely. Five minutes later, we arrived at the park, parking a little behind him and on the other side of the road. We watched The Nerd get out with most of his books, walk about half-way into the grass area of the park, and sit down at one of the only tables with a light around it. Seriously, why would this guy go to a dark park to read? He was making things way too easy for us.

Whatever, more power to us,

Finally, after what felt like an hour but was really only three minutes, Andy had had enough waiting.

"Alright, I'm done waiting- let's go!" He said in a hushed tone, walking toward The Nerd, us following.

"Hey there, Loser," I finally broke the silence, about ten feet away from The Nerd. He instantly turned around from his precious book, surprised, making me smile. The worry was multiplying on him like fleas on a dog.

"Uhm, hey...guys, w-what's up?" He stuttered, shifiting in his seat and closing his book.

"Shut up!" Lucas yelled, raising his club, making The Nerd twitch.

"Uhm...you g-guys, what are th-those for?" The Nerd asked, trembling as he got up, backing away.

"He said shut up!" I snapped, sick of waitng. That's all I did for three months; wait. This was my time to get my revenge. "I've been waiting months for this, so shut up and get ready to wish you never opened your stupid mouth!" And with that, I began striking The Nerd with my bat as hard as I could, as the other three gradually joined in.

Every little whine, moan, or grunt we heared, we struck him even harder.

"Next time you'll think twice before you run your mouth to that damn principal about what we do, won't you?!" I yelled, hitting him over and over. He had grown silent now, and everyone else backed away.

"Babe," Andy started, "I think we did enough."

"Yeah hon'," Dana said, "he's not even moving anymore; stop..."

"Not...until...he's...dead!" I gritted through my teeth, dropping the club and punched The Nerd's face out.

"Seriously, Erica, stop! Look, there's park patrol!" Lucas said, and when the words finally made it to my brain and I understood what was happening, the cop was almost to me, hovering over The Nerd--I mean Michael's--unconcious body.

"What's going on here?" He asked, and before I knew it, Dana, Lucas and Andy all took off in different directios. I tried to get up and run too, but even my feet were soaked with blood and I felt myself fall to the cold grass-covered ground before I had gotten two steps away.

The fat cop got on my back to hold me down, strapping my sore hands in his cold metal handcuffs, the words, "You have the right to remain silent..." flowing through my ears.

I couldn't believe I got caught. It wasn't supposed to end like this, we were supposed to win.....we always won.

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"I got another one," The cop said to the woman at the desk, as he lead to me to the cell. The woman got up, grabbed her keyes and unlocked it, the cop pushing me in.

"You get one phone call," He said to me.

"What's she in for?" The woman asked, as my vision turned blurry and their words began sounding like another language.

"Assault, possible murder. I'm waiting for contact of the hospital," The cop replied.

Murder?

"C'mon," The cop opened the cell door back up, and I slowly stumbled out and to the phone. Who could I possibly call? My friends? What a joke that was. All I had left was my mom, and I knew she'd give me and ear-full once she got me home.

Ring.Ring.Ring. "Hello?"

"Mom," I spoke, trying to make my voice sound casual, "uh I got in some trouble. You know that stupid kid that ratted me out for drugs a few months back? Well, I kinda beat him up at the park with a bat and I got arrested. I need you to be here now mom, and bring a few hundred to bail me out. Oh, and can you bring my blue sweatshirt when you come? It's freezing here-"

Click.

"...mom?" I couldn't believe it, my one phone call and she hung up on me. The the words came to me faster than a lightning bolt: I'll turn my back on you if you choose to leave tonight to do whatever you do, and I'll never look back, I mean it.

She meant those words. Sixteen years of doing stupid things, my mother had actually abandoned me.

"Take her back, she's not going anywhere," The woman told the cop, and he led me back to the cell, slamming the door behind me.

The sound sent shivers down my spine, and a single tear strolled down my cheek as I pulled at my messy blonde hair.

I was alone here. I was truly alone. I sighed, sinking down to the floor, my head resting against the wall.

"Call me heartless," I muttered with a frustrated grin on my phase.

"Call me heartless......"

note: mkaye, so i think this will be my last one shot, at least for a while. what do you guys think about me posting a story-in-verse? (it will be a short story, but instead of chapters, it will be a collection of poems; kinda like what sonya sones writes. i've been wanting to try one for a while, im just not sure on how to post a bunch of poems as a story at a time on here :P). tell me what you think of that idea, or if i should just stick to one-shots, or whatever(: thanks for reading.