Chapter 22: Don't let him hurt you

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Chapter 22: Don't let him hurt you

"Dad?" I call my dad from my room. I've been sulking about how it has been a horrible day today.

I wasn't crying though. Just sulking.

I actually miss him.

I actually miss my brother.

But I hate him at the same time.

Conner and I were very close. Inseparable even. He's three years older than me. Although, many people thought we were twins-- we were almost the same height and we were always together.

I never really had people to call friends. My whole life I've been distant from the real world, staying under the radar as much I could. I never wanted to associate myself with other people. I always built a wall around myself. A wall full of insecurities.

One day when I was around ten years old, my brother invited me to spend time with his friends. I didn't want to in the first place but I decided against it. His friends were really cool. They carried a warm feeling. They were family and soon, I became part of that family.

I grew close to them. I finally had four brothers. Conner, James, Mason and Nick were my brothers. I hung out with them all the time. Even at school, I sat with them. People starting calling me a tomboy and other horrible names, but I didn't care, at least I had people to call family.

But it all ended soon after that.

Like a paper that has been thrown into the river. Left behind so that the seeping water may seperate it, piece by piece, causing each piece to wonder off in a sundry direction. And soon, no piece could find each other, even the two pieces that were me and my brother.

"Yes?" My dad peeped through the small opening of the door.

I'm so glad he didn't have to work today.

My dad claimed that he didn't have work for a week. He said it was a chance for us to spend quality time as a family, like the good old days.

I love my dad so much.

His truly my rock to lean on.

"Can I get a cup of hot chocolate?" I pout my lips and put on my best 'daddy's little girl' face that I've mastered all throughout these years.

"Okay, sweetie." His face disappears from the door and I hug the pillow that I didn't notice was caged in my arms this whole time. Strings of thoughts begin to dance in my mind repeatedly.

"Here you go." My dad enters the room. With each step, his welcoming scent fills my nostrils more and more. He sets the hot cup besides my bed and asks, "Wanna talk about it?" I just nod.

I shift along my bed to give my dad space and the body dibs at his weight. I rest my head on his chest, his calm, constant heartbeat soothing my thoughts, and I wrap my arms around his waist.

"What's wrong? Is it about that boy who came to fetch you?" He asks and I reply with a simple nod.

One thing I like about my parents is that they don't mind me having someone in my life, as long as they don't hurt me. Ever since Conner left me, they've been overprotective of me, making that nobody gets the opportunity to leave a stain on my heart as did Conner. They saw how broken I was. I became as fragile as glass and one more little mistake, would've left me in nothing but shattered pieces that not even the strongest glue can hold together.

But I managed to pull through and escape the deep hole that I was thrown in.

"You like him don't you?" Again, I just nod.

Admitting that I like Tristan is so foreign to my mind. So foreign to my lips. It sounds so impossible like being able to breathing underwater. We all know that we need oxygen to breathe. It's what keeps life going. Even the person that can hold his breath the longest still needs oxygen at some point.

I thought it was impossible for me to like someone after hiding myself from the face of the world. But here I am, admitting that I like him. It's like he crept his way through the smallest hole in the walls that I've tried so hard to establish. Through a hole that was so blatant, but only I failed to see. But he did, and he used it as I window to let himself in.

"Did he hurt you?" his voice is calm yet threatening.

"Well, technically I shouldn't be hurt 'cause he doesn't like me back," I mutter.

"Don't let him hurt you. I've seen you in your darkest days and I don't want to see you like that again. I almost lost you," he placed a soft kiss on my the side of my forehead.

"I won't."



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Holding a grudge on someone hurts you more than the other person. While the other person's life goes on, yours is constantly placed on standby, the memories of what that person did you haunts you 'til nothing can fix it anymore.

That's what life has taught me.

Tristan:
I'm sorry for anything that I did.

Me:
It's okay. I was having a roughing day and in guess that small thing burst my bubble.

Tristan:
So we cool?

Me:
Yep

Tristan:
Okay. Night Angel. Pick u up 2moro :)

Me:
Night :)

I forgive him, although he wasn't at fault. But I just someone to blame for my sudden outburst today. Sue me, but remember you also blame someone for something they didn't do.

After texting Tristan, I let the darkness of sleep consume me and take me to a place far beyond reality.





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