He was a dream, the soft kind, he lifted me from my nightmares. He held me in your hands and saved me. But he were also my nightmare, my problem, he ruined my life and everyone around me. But he was the best thing that happened to me, but I was also the one who had to clean up his mistakes
It all started that day
May 12
I walked home from a soccer practice, I was tried, hot, and sweaty. I wore my hair up in a ponytail, had a light pink tank top over my sports bra. I had on my gym shorts and sneakers, carried my gym bag over my shoulder. I was minutes from my house. I could see it, but he had to be there, on the opposite side. Walking towards me. When his eyes met mine I could see the smirk on your face the fire in his eyes. He was there with your "group" I said in my head "please don't" over and over again. But when he walked by me with no sound no laugh or snicker, I thought I made it, then his voice ringed through my ears.
"Hey, Sweaty Susan" He said, I stopped walking. Laughs came after
"That's not my name" I said quietly, so one one could hear. I continue walking, until I felt it, you hand on my arm, turning me around so I was facing him. When he touch me fire spread through my body, I don't know if I was just exhausted or he actually made me feel like that. But I was too tried to think. But when he let go my arm was ice cold.
"I wasn't finished, Susan" he said smiling, my breath grew faster
"That's not my name by the way" I said, I saw the fire in his eyes, how he wanted me to be angry to burst into flames, so I stayed calm. Relaxed a bit.
"Oh, then what is it.......Sweaty Susan" he said, turning his head, you face your "group" and mouthed something, few of them laughed. He crossed you arms and gave me the same smirk as before.
"Jade" I said, I re-adjusted my bag and crossed my arms so I mimicked you. I saw, how he failed, how he didn't make me angry and he rolled your eye, how he didn't know what to do.
"Where did you you come from Sweaty City" He said, your jokes were horrible but still you wanted to light the angry in me
"My soccer practice, unlike you I am actually fit" I said trying to insult him but to be honest he was really fit, muscular but not overly
"Whatever, let's go" he motioned his hand and turned around. He just gave up that fast.
"Bye Ryan" I said, but he didn't even look or say anything he keep walking.
I took a shower once I got home. The hot water running down my body, relaxing me and the steam clearing my mind. I dried my body and wore short black legging and a white tee-shirt. I placed my wet sloppy hair in a bun, to lazy to dry it. I then laid on the couch so my back rested on the arm rest. I reached for my phone, I had three texts from Jess, short for Jessica
10:32 Jess:
Movie later???
10:55 Jess:
Nvm I found someone else to go with
2:32 Jess:
Movie was horrible, glad you didn't see it
I replied
3:03 Jade:
Haha, btw had a showdown with Ryan and his "group"
Then I caught up with all the social media with everything and everyone, once I was done I place my phone on the coffee table and made myself dinner, I was use to my mom not being home at this hour, she usually came home around 2:00 am, or stayed at her boyfriend apartment.
My dad left us, I was 2 my mom was crushed and she broke down. She didn't want anything to do with him so she went on dates, bars, party's and just forgot about me, I was the only thing that connected her and dad. And she wanted to cut that connection. Her boyfriend didn't like me either. He was gross, snoppy about everything, and just rude. But to my mother he is perfect.
After I had eaten dinner I just moved my pieces of Ham and chicken around with my fork and just sat at the dinner table for a while minutes went by until the buzz of my phone went off.
11:13 pm
Jess: haha sucks for you
I closed my phone not bothered to replied and went to bed. My hair was still wet for my shower but I didn't care about getting my pillow went and cover my body with my cold sheets. I didn't know why but I just like the feeling of cold sheets on a hot day.
A knock was coming from the front door, I was tried and the sunlight coming from my window was blinding and I couldn't open my eyes.
I looked at my phone 6:55 who would come to my house this early. I got up and went down the stair almost falling with the head rush.
The knocks keeps coming over and over
"I'm coming wait!" I yelled, I open our front door and my Mother is there; shirt ripped and hair messed so it was a foot tall black eyeliner runner down her face making her look like a monster and I was pretty sure she was drunk.
"Dumb Charlie" she whispers and she comes into the living room
