I went back to school the next day and it was all a blur. Somehow my family problems had gotten out and i wasn't getting the evil eye anymore i was getting the sympathy look which was way worse. I just wanted to crawl into a ball and cry, but i didn't. Why did i have to be so strong?
I survived through the day, just. Only to walk home and find him standing there with my mum.
In my living room, in my home, in my safe zone. I didn't know what to do, so i did what any emotional teenage girl would have done. 'I'm moving out!' I yelled.
'No your not!' My mother replied. I knew i couldn't leave so i did the only thing i could do.
I barakaded myself in my room. Tears streaming down my face and my heart beating faster than my breathe could catch up. I put on my headphones and tried to drown out my life. There's only one person that could light it up and they werent there.
Crouching in the corner, tears streaming down my face and me putting my headphones on brought back memories of what i used to do late at night when mum an dad used to fight.
As i reminised my past the tears just poured harder down, i didn't think I'd ever stop. My whole world was crashing down and there was no way out. After i tried calming myself; the thoughts of him, it standing there looking all innocent like he'd never ruined my life made my temper bubble but i couldn't go out there. So i sat there and cried myself to sleep, wishing that I wasn't me. Wishing that someone was there to comfort me. Wishing that my life wasn't what it was.
I woke up in the middle of the night to a loud 'BING.' It was my phone, i wanted to ignore it but i couldnt help but slide my finger over it to see who it was.
Drake! A little burst of happiness shot through me, like a rainbow at the end of a storm. Butterflies started to flutter in my stomach, good butterflies. The sort of butterflies that make you feel excited.
'Hey Bev, I was wondering if you wanted to catch up this weekend. love you.'
Finally, something to distract me. I just needed to get through this week. Maybe everything that happened was a nightmare.

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Living Life One Day at a Time
ChickLitBeverly Lucas was just an ordinary 14 year old girl; living life, going through high school. She didn't have the dream life but she knew she had a lot more than others. Even though she was living amidst the hustle and bustle of busy Brisbane, with h...