Daffodil Sprouts🌼

Ch. 44 ' Last Straw.

Where do I even want to start tendering this apology from😫 I'm a jerk, I know🥺 A jerk of an author. Feel free to be this way with me👉🏼😡😡. Five months of not updating wasn't my plan. I want to blame it on 2022 being so fast, but I know I'm the one at fault here lol. I apologise. It really won't happen again🙂 A reason it took me so long to update was I didn't want to come back before finishing the book offline. And I did that yesterday✌🏽🤩. So I'm back! And we'll be done with this book in two weeks! Yes, I'll be dropping the remaining ten chapters within two weeks. I've wasted enough time. Can't wait to move on🌚.

Thanks for returning❤ I owe you hundred.✊🏽

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RECAP: The last chapter ended with someone pushing Yesmi towards the dangerous border between the cafe corridor and the garden. That happened after she'd just finished having a discussion with Leo where he apologized and begged her to help him off the principal Derrick's red book. In the chapter before that, she had a BIG HUGE fight with Jason. Now...

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A lOT HAS HAPPENED since I came to New York.

So much.

Chaos. Yes, that’s the word.

It’s been nothing but chaotic. And stressful.  Oh so stressful.

It might not seem like it, but I love a peaceful life. One that doesn’t get me involved with many people, especially in a bad way. One that’s full of laughter, playful chidings and even more playful tantrums. One that . . . that doesn’t involve getting attacked and bothered at every turn and angle. One that doesn’t involve people getting hurt because of me. Over, and over, and over again.

I’ve never had to experience it.

I can’t handle it.

I can’t handle this.

None. I can’t handle any of this.

I watch in a daze, Jason getting pulled away by some guys who are at the same time trying to curb the rush of blood from his palm.

‘Are you okay?’ he’s asking me as he gets dragged off, his voice a resounding echo in my head. One that tears my heart to shreds.

‘Am I okay?’

I look around. At the dreadful garden borders a few inches away and at the dirty floor I’m sitting on. Nothing feels broken. There's no pain. No harm done, not physically.

Jason is quite a distance away now, but he’s still looking at me, expecting an answer.

‘I’m okay.’

I don’t hear anything as I should. I only feel the movement of my mouth. Jason must’ve read my lips because he smiles afterwards. And mouths a ‘thank God’ before he takes a flinching look at his bleeding right hand. They disappear around the bend afterwards; Jason and the guys helping him. Helping him away from another of my messes.

I’m okay, but he’s not. Because of me.

I steady my hands on the ground and try to push myself up but can’t find any strength. On looking up, my gaze lands on Leo. He looks mortified, and like he wants to approach me but is scared to.
The searing rage I expect never comes. Just a deepened sadness. If you wanted to hurt me, Leo, you should’ve done it properly. You should’ve hurt me.

You should’ve hurt me.

Someone pulls me up afterwards, and I relish the scent of Sam like the relieving pill it is. She smells nice, like lavender leaves. Not blood and pain, the one threatening to suffocate me.