Myles Black suffers from severe depression after witnessing an awful tragedy. He moves to Southern California not by choice but to forget his dark past that has shield his heart made of shiny obsidian.
He meets football player, Atticus Stone, who i...
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*MYLES*
It's been over a month since I've had words with Atticus. He's sent me text messages and has even come to my house but I slammed the door on his face. I'm hurt at what he did to me, he betrayed my trust and humiliated me in front of her. It was already torture seeing him kiss Harper but my heart broke when I saw him holding her hand, it was a different kind of pain, it tore deep inside my heart but I told myself I wasn't going to go into the rabbit hole.
I bolted out of the restaurant that night. I quickly got into my car and got out of that torturous environment. I saw Atticus through my rearview mirror as he came out of the restaurant but I was long gone. I didn't want to even look at him because I know I would fall for his words and touches. I had to be strong and move on with my life, with or without Atticus but he seemed to have chosen what he wanted, now I need to worry about myself.
I've buried myself in school, competitions, and helping Joshua cope with the death of his mother, he's doing better than now. He doesn't bury his face in his hoodie anymore and smiles more often.
I've been training harder and more intense with gymnastics. Julius Diamond took me under his wing and trains me much more rigorously than I ever did. I was angry and hurt so I put all those emotions into gymnastics.
"Did someone hurt you?" I remember him telling me. "Because you're doing awesome, keep up the good job," he was a tough coach but his words gave me the strength to overcome the pain that settled in me. It stills lingers inside me. I still love Atticus but I don't think his love for me was the same. I was patient just like he was with me but I can only take so much until I drew the line. Maybe he didn't mean what he said because I saw his eyes get watery and knowing Harper's track record, she probably had something to do with it.
But actions speak louder than words and his actions were a knife to my heart. It was the last straw for me.
I did catch my dad watching some of his games as he tried to make conversation with me about him but I just shrugged it off and changed the subject. My mom would just stare at me, trying to read if I was going into a deep hole but I wasn't. I'm never going there again no matter how much I hurt.
I've finished packing my handbag. I booked a hotel close to where Nathan was buried. I haven't seen him since we've moved and I think I'm ready to visit my brother. I walked downstairs as my mom was making breakfast and my dad was sitting reading the newspaper.
"Good morning," I said with a cheeky smile, well trying to coat my anger with a bit more happiness.
"Hi sweetie, do you have everything packed? Are you sure you don't want us to go?" She asked concerned. They've visited Nathan not too long ago. I wasn't ready but now I am.
