A Touch Of Cinnamon

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

When I got home my parents seemed to understand I was upset so they didn't pester me when I ran up to my room, locking myself in there for hours. I wrapped myself up in many blankets and just sat there, staring. That's all I could do so I just stared at the wall in front of me. Feeling nothing and just plain numb, it reminded me of the time when I caught Roman kissing his ex at the party. The only difference is that I felt something then, I was angry and heartbroken and now, I don't feel anything. It's like a void. A dark void. A never ending dark void that consumes everything, so your left feeling nothing. Empty. Nothing to subside your hollow soul that creeps in the shadows, away from any other human life because it's emptiness is so consuming it cannot bear to pretend that everything is okay. Nothing is okay! People walk around this earth each day and pretend that everything is okay, and it always will be. Why can't we all just admit that we are just hollow plastic dolls with a painted happy face revealing no guilt, sadness, emptiness - emotion. I have never felt like this but yet I craved him. I know what happened isn't that big of a deal and that I was probably exaggerating but I can't help it. Finally after about a day of just sitting and staring at a wall on repeat, I eventually got up to eat. I cautiously opened my room door and made my way down the stairs. My mom was in the kitchen humming and my father was watching T.V in the living room. I don't ever remember seeing this sight growing up so it felt weird but not a bad weird. When my mom turned around and saw me, I couldn't find the will to smile back at her when she smiled at me but her smile soon fell and the color in her face seemed to drain from her face.
"Kennedy what happened!?" She held my face in her hand, checking over the bruise on my face. I guess her yelling, frightened my dad because he stood up from the couch abruptly and came our way.

"What? What happened?" His face showed nothing but worry at my mother's outburst. When he followed my mother's hand and gaze to the fading bruise, his face contorted with anger and worry. I couldn't tell which was showing more. "Who did this!" I flinched at his sudden outburst but didn't say a word.

"It's nothing-" I responded after a few silent moments. I couldn't bear to meet their eyes.

"Bullshit! It was him wasn't it?" My father yelled, causing me to whip over to look at him panicked.

"It wasn't him." I tried to convince but my father already had a mind of his own, he headed for the front door. "Dad please! Just leave it alone, I'm fine!" I pleaded desperately, tears streaming from my face. I gripped onto his arm while my mother tried to hold me back.

"What do you mean 'leave it alone'? Do you honestly think this is okay? After he so desperately tried to make peace and then he goes and does this, Him and his father are all the same!" My grip on his arm faltered as he continued talking until by the end of his sentence I let him go. N-no this was just an accident.. He didn't mean it. We are fine.

"Kennedy, sweetheart why don't you get some rest?" My mom suggested, holding me up by my arms to make sure I wouldn't fall.

"It was just an accident. We can get past this, right mom?" I asked, well more like I tried to convince myself.

"I'm not sure sweetie but let's just get you into bed." I didn't try resisting or even protesting.
I'm better than this. This is stupid.

Once I was into bed, I did the same thing that I did earlier today.

I sat and stared then again sat and stared, over and over again.
Then I would sleep then I would sit and then I would stare. It wasn't until two days had passed, my parents were at work when the doorbell rang. I decided to ignore it but the person kept on ringing and ringing it over and over again. What the hell is their problem. Finally getting fed up, I stood up and made my way downstairs to open the door.
"Listen can you stop ringing the doorbell-" My sentence was cut off when I came face to face with Roman. "What are you doing here?" I asked him, looking around behind him to see if anyone was outside.

"I wanted to see you." I took in his appearance and noticed he looked a mess.

My eyes narrowed at his words. "And what makes you think you deserve to see me?" Rude, I know but come on the nerve of this guy.

He chuckled bitterly. "Guess I deserved that but come one Kennedy, can you let me on at least?" I contemplated but reluctantly let him in. He stepped in and I closed the door behind him, I led him to my room since my parents won't be happy if they see him here. I sat down on my bed, gesturing for him to sit as well as I patted down the spot next to me. He stiffly sat down without a word. "I miss you.. I came here to apologize. What I did was unforgivable and there is no excuse-"

"Then why would you do it in the first place?!" I bursted out, looking at him with wild eyes. "Because I personally don't understand, Roman!" I buried my face in my hand when tears began to stream down my face. Choked out sobs were heard throughout the room. Roman tried to wrap his arms around me but I struggled against him, pushing him away. "Let me go! I hate you! Just leave me alone." He didn't say a word, he just held my hands and kept on holding me.
"I-I hate you." I almost didn't recognize my voice from how defeated I sounded.