twenty-seven

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     The rest of the day consisted of me getting lectured by my mother on how I skipped school. I still didn't tell her about what was happening because she simply didn't need to know. I let out a sigh and my mom got angrier.

     "Do you expect me to not lecture you?" she asked with anger in her tone, "do you expect me to let this slide? Kylie, this isn't like you. Is this Lucas boy the cause of it?"

     I cringed at the fact that she brought him up. I didn't want to think about him and I sure as hell didn't want to talk about him. If he wants to be friends with dickheads, then so be it. I'm not going to beg him to come back— this was his decision.

     "Mom, no," I told her before continuing, "can you please just let me go to my room?"

     "Fine. But you're grounded so give me your phone," she responded and held out her hand. I placed the object in her hand and headed to my room.

     After closing the door, I plopped down onto my bed and surrounded myself in a warm blanket. I closed my eyes as tears slowly slid down my face. Did he really think he was the cause of this?

     I doubt it.

     And who was he to date me anyways? I wasn't popular nor had good social skills. I wasn't as pretty as all of the cheerleaders or the dance team. I was just me and I thought he actually liked me with my flaws. Was it all just a lie? Why did I fall for him so easily?

     I sat up on my bed and stared around my room. It was messy with Klaus Mikaelson posters hanging on the walls. The walls were painted a pastel purple and it was fairly small, especially comparing it to Lucas's room. I stood up and started to put all of my dirty clothes that were laying on the floor in a laundry hamper that sat in the corner of my room.

     I took down all of my Klaus Mikaelson posters, crumbled them into a ball, and threw them into the trash can. It only took eleven tries to make it into the bin. Maybe I should become a basketball player. Eleven tries wasn't that much, right?

     After tearing down all of my posters, I made my bed and stared at my desk. I grinned at the MacBook that laid on it and sat down in the chair in front of it. I gently opened it and glanced at my door.

     I groaned and got up, locking the door. I sat back down and opened my iMessages. I went to text Lily until I saw a notification from Lucas. I suddenly felt anger flood through my veins but I controlled it.

lucas: hey, uh. i don't really know what to say. i should've been saying this in person, i know. but no matter how many times i try to say it, it just doesnt come out right. kylie, i really do fucking like you. i've had a crush on you since seventh grade, did you know that? when i was told to be tutored by you, i was so elated that i actually had a reason to spend time with you. and then i asked you out and you said yes and i never thought i'd be so happy in my entire life. then natalie came along and she fucked everything up. after the instagram posts with ashton and jackson kissing and lily's.. you know, i knew it was because of me. natalie craves popularity and to be relevant. to be praised and loved. i gave her that and now that i was gone, she didn't know what to do. it's so fucking hypocritical of her as well; she's literally a lesbian who's exposing a gay couple. that's her secret. my secret is that my father is strict has anger issues and when things don't go his way, he takes his anger out on me. sophomore year i had enough of it and tried to kill myself from carbon monoxide. that's why i was absent for two weeks. i was in the hospital. if you want to meet up, i'll be at the ice cream shop we first went to today at 5 pm. i understand if you dont come.

I stared at the screen for a long time, contemplating if I should actually go. I would have to sneak out if I did— something I never do and have never done. Then again, it was Lucas. The boy who I fell in love with because of tutoring sessions. The boy I used to hate vehemently.

I turned my computer off and went to lay on my bed. My body was sprawled out onto the soft comforter and I stared at the ceiling. It was 4:30 pm right now. I do have a bicycle outside of my house. I groaned and got out a piece of paper, writing a note to my mom in case she finds out. I placed the note on my bed and stared at my window for a moment.

Even though there was only one floor, it was still weird to sneak out of the house. I felt like a rebel just thinking about it, especially since I usually do whatever my mom wants. There's not reason not to and it's not like anyone made me. I let out a sigh and quietly opened my window, making sure nobody was looking.

I climbed out of the window and fell into the bush, muttering "crap" and hoping nobody had heard me. Or maybe they'd think it was a bunny or something. Yeah, I'll go with that.

     I thought about the long paragraph that he sent me. The secrets he spilled in it. I felt the urge to go up to his father and punch him in the face. No child deserved to be abused. And sexuality shouldn't be something that defines someone as a person. Even if you are Christian and you're taught that being homosexual is a sin, it's not like anybody else is any better. It's not like everybody is perfect and flawless— that's not how the world works, so people should stop defining others based on their sexual preference.

     I missed Lucas to be completely honest. And I also like him. I like him so much but I just keep thinking about how Lucas would ever want to actually date me. All I have is smarts when he's surrounded by popular people and girls who'd kill to be with him. And I thought about how Lucas used what Natalie did as an excuse to go back to who he used to be. Without me.

     I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw a truck heading towards me at a fast pace. My eyes widened but I felt like I couldn't move. My body was frozen and when I got my thoughts recollected, it was too late.

     The impact felt like I was going to die.
Every fiber of my body hurt like hell. The last thing I saw was tons of people surrounding me and my bicycle before drifting off into a painful darkness.

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hey its been a while hasnt it lol

p.s. i'm not saying that all christians think that being gay is horrible and that everyone who is homosexual should die. i'm just saying that in the bible, it says that homosexuality is a sin, so other christians believe that as well. i'm sorry if that offended any of you

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