bryce~ i had my phone turned off, i didn't even see them
tess~ she shouldn't have ever sent them
bryce~ it's not your fault that im lethally attractive
tess~ you're not the guy from looks that kill
bryce~ i might as well be
tess~ then how come im not dead yet
he interlaces our fingers sending shivers down my spine. he moves in the bed, to be leaning over me. i look up at him and half smile.
bryce~ cause you're special
tess~ you sound like a real simp
i get from under him and take my hand away. he chuckles and i let myself somewhat laugh back.
bryce~ is there something else?
tess~ hm?
bryce~ something else that happened with je-
i wince. i really didn't want to her name
bryce~ -your sister.
tess~ um...i slapped her. hard. she had my hand printed in red on her face. and then...the funniest thing, but i really shouldn't be surprised, should i?
bryce~ what happened, tess?
tess~ my parents started calling me theresa and made me feel like i was the bad guy for like...dating the boy that my sister fantasized over.
bryce~ im flattered.
tess~ bryce.
bryce~ sorry, sorry. but i mean...shouldn't your feelings count for..something
tess~ no, of course not. of course thats not whats gonna happen. thats not my family, they dont CARE about anyone but THEMSELVES AND... I HONESTLY WAS STARTING BELIEVE THAT MY MOM HAD CHANGED THAT PART OF HER, BUT SHE HOPPED ON THAT TRAIN WITH MY DAD AND I'M JUST...IM TIRED, BRYCE. IM TIRED OF HURTING, YET I STILL GIVING A NUMEROUS AMOUNT OF FRICKS ABOUT THEM. IM JUST SO...so tired.
i started to cry. i felt so weak and powerless compared to them. i was never gonna heal because they were..sadly, my family. and i'd be stuck with them forever. bryce grabbed my arm, and pulled me back into a hug. i cried so hard, his tank top was completely soaked.
bryce~ it's okay, tess. you just need a break, a breather. it's okay.
