Freya's POV:
As soon as the car pulls into the parking place I unlatch my seatbelt and open the door. I swing a leg out, but Kyle grabs my wrist.
'Clau--Freya... I'm sorry! Please, I'm so sorry!' he is biting his lip, panic in his eyes... I shake his hands off me and duck out of the car. I slam the door shut and light bounces off it's silver side, momentarily blinding me. Kyle quickly gets out too, and runs after me.
'Freya...' his voice cracks; so did I. I spin round on my heel, my anger and hurt and memories errupting inside of me. They explode and I can't see or think for the absolute rage inside of my head. I shout.
'WELL IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT YOU *-*-*-* HOW DARE YOU ASK ME TO GO OVER MY MEMORIES! MY REFUSAL TO IS THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME TOGETHER! I LOVED THEM... Why did you do this?' My dam cracks and tears that I've held back for three years, that I didn't cry since that one time when Iz and Jana were sleeping, tears for Pete, for Josh... For Evan.
My hands slices through the air to Kyle's cheek and a crack rebounds throughout the lot. I sprint upstairs.
Kyle's POV:
I stand in the parking lot, my cheek burning and tigling with fire ants. As much as I regret the way Cla--Freya reacted, I do not regret asking. I needed to know.
I thought about her past, how beautifully simple and happy it sounded... I wished I'd been there with her. I wouldn't have hurt her...
A voice in the back of my head speaks up...
Yeah, but you'd have been the scruffy boy who no-one talked to, what with how cheap you were. Besides rumours would fly from people tongues about your father, and your bruises.I push the voice away.
YOU ARE READING
Wishes you Regret
FanfictionWhen Freya's world is turned upside down at a family get-together she finds herself struggling to hold onto reality. With all else lost, her and her sisters are left living on the streets with no one to turn to. Will they lose their grip on reality...