TROUBLE

seven

Cecilia's POV

I regret leaving the house. I'm cold and have had three cars stop and ask if I want to spend the night with them like I'm sort of prostitute hanging on the street corner.

I feel bad for shouting at them, but sometimes it's the only way to get my point across, they are so short sighted in their ways of seeing me. It worries me because I feel like they don't ever want me to grow up, they want me to be someone I don't want to be.

I feel stuck, and that's what I want them to understand.

I'm fed up with the secrets, and the excuses when random men show up at our house, the weird business deals or the conversations they have with their eyes when I am around.

I never realised until recently how many secrets my family keep, and they expect me to be an open book all the time.

Talk about double standards.

This is why I am terrified of growing close to Miles, I ask myself why him in particular, but he is the perfect example. He has this whole mysterious aura that screams 'I have secrets that could ruin you'.

Already ruined boo, nothing to worry about. 

I already knew who this man was. There really are no more surprises. 

But I couldn't let myself fall for him, my life is hectic as hell and I just don't have the time for that.

Plus who really needs a man. I'm a bad bitch.

I find a bench outside the park and sit down, I look around at the city skyline in the distance, the trees that line the street of the Upper East Side, I feel so out my element right now.

I feel myself getting upset again, will my family ever forgive me for walking out?

"Princess?" My head snaps up to see Miles leaning against his car, with his ankle crossed over the other, it is dark so I can't make out his facial expressions, but by his tone I'm guessing he is shocked to see me alone in the streets, crying.

I really hated that nickname.

"Now I definitely feel like you are stalking me now." I choke a laugh as he approaches.

"I think you are using humour to disguise you're upset." He crouches down in front of me and I lock my eyes with his. I smile sadly, wiping the tears that are collecting on my chin.

"Hey." I say quietly, smiling sadly, slightly blushing.

"Hey gorgeous." I scoff, how could he find me 'gorgeous' right now, my hair is in a messy bun, my makeup is streaked and my outfit isn't exactly the most attractive. "What was that for?"

"Are you blind?" He looks at me confused, a small smirk on his face. "I look like a mess right now."

"Shut up." He smirks and I just roll my eyes. "Now are you going to tell me what the fuck is wrong?"

"Nope." It was now his turn to roll his eyes. 

"Not even my good looks or winning personality can convince you." I scoff but I still can't help the small laugh escape my mouth.

We stay silent for a few moments, his hands still holding mine, drawing patterns on my cold knuckles, I shiver slightly at the warmth of his body emits.

What happened to not liking him? That decided to go straight off the deep end.

"You look sad, what happened?" He asks again but this time far more seriously, now that he is up close I can see the slightest bit of concern in his eyes, but his face remains emotionless.