Tragic Unlove Story

Chapter four

Michele raised from the bed, held onto my hand and shake gently.

"Michele"

He said like I didn't know.

"Okay well, have a good evening." 

I said walking out of his bedroom, through the front door and away from his house.

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I stared at my mother's house...

Wandering what will be the outcome of everything I did.

I rang the door bell and the face of the woman that birthed me appeared.

She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me inside her house.

Then I felt a stinging sensation on my cheek.

My head turned the opposite direction of the slap.

Then my mother walked away from me and locked herself in her room.

Leaving me glued to the ground.

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When it's dusk.

After the slap, I iced my face from the swelling and showered scrubbing myself clean from any evidence of sex.

When I went outside, I saw my mother with her friends including Michele gambling on the porch.

I greeted them, purposely not glancing at Michele as I walked to a swing bench I usually go to read.

While reading, Julian stands in front  my source of light but I ignored him, struggling a little.

He cleared his throat.

I raised my head to look at him.

Compared to Michele, Julian is darker, shorter and fatter.

From what I can remember Julian enjoyed making fun of me by repeating my words in a girly sarcastic voice from time to time when I talk to my mother. 

"Yes?"

"What you reading?"

"Me Before You."

"Isn't there a movie?"

"Yes."

"Why not watch the movie, it is less time consuming."

It took a lot in me not to jump his bones right there although he is 10 years my senior.

"Why don't you let me be and go loose your pocket changes as usual," I snapped.

He hates loosing and that statement seemed to rage him.

His face twitched and changed from his usual calm fake politeness to raging dog.

He raised his hand, swat my book to the ground then grabbed me up by squeezing my neck and pressing his thumb on my cheeks causing the previous pain of the slap and bruising to be more painful since being put into pressure. 

He whispered with such a hateful tone while spatting, "Listen Katia, you don't get to speak about my money like that especially since you are living on mommy's whor-."

A loud deep voice that demand respect and attention spoke, "Julian." 

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