My Stepbrother secret obsession

Puberty Is Hitting Her Poorly

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Ava and I hadn't communicated for a year because I was afraid there was no probability that she could realize what she truly meant to me.

What she read in the book had guided her to what was false, that she behaved toward me so unfairly, which is entirely understandable, knowing I would have done the same if I found her writing about her past relationship in a journal.

The only difference is, I would have listened to her; I would have given her time to explain herself. But I didn't get that from her; she had avoided me since the summer party and forced me into another loop of heartbreak.

When we got back to the city, she had told Susan she was behind the messages that came into my dad's phone, which was totally my doing, all to have her to myself.

The confession had gotten her grounded. It seems though it was what she planned for because she stayed locked in her bedroom after her mother decided to move back to eagle hills the next day; I was sure she didn't want anything to do with me, as she had made abundantly clear that night.

Agreed, I messed up. I know I should've called her after I left, and I am a coward for trying to resist what I crave, to impel avoidance to what we had. The past year I had been confused, fully aware there was nothing to say to erase what she read about Hailey and me, so I stayed back and respected the space she created between us.

As a result of that, I stayed at bay, devastated, falling apart every day.

Through those months, I spoke with dad and Lilith, and sometimes Susan; they were constantly calling, wanting to know how I was settling into college. How much New Jersey has treated me. How I was doing with studies and football, to the extent they traveled to watch two games I played, but that one person who I was hoping to see stayed away. Ava didn't care to call or come over.

It had hurt in an inexpressible understanding and left me wondering, did she hate me that bad that she wouldn't miss me after all that we had?

Football had been my only placid place, but as time passed, it became hard to concentrate. I lost two games in a roll, causing a threat to my grade, that I could get replaced by the former star quarterback, who is the captain of the school team. Until Julian brought up suggestions, an effective solution, I shouldn't, but I submitted to some pill he introduced to me, claiming would be helpful for my situation.

Taking that, I was able to pass the next game; and since then, I could monitor my emotions. I clutch on that beneficial treatment around me regularly to erase the hurting feeling of reliving the heartbreak that almost all the women who came through my life had caused.

And so that's why I didn't want Julian anywhere close to Ava. Well, another reason why, since I have a long list of why he is a bad influence. And Ava deserves better, even if it means someone that's not me.

Honestly, I would've become addicted to Julian's supplies. But, Claire was there, not that she knew about my illicit intention, but she understood I needed someone, so she came to be constant, always around me, nothing more but a good friend.

We talked, understood each other; she confided in me about her past life, the schools she attended as a child, and what she aspires for herself after graduation. I told her a lot too, even excessive that I'd never told anyone before, about Hailey. About my mom dying and Lillith and I growing up without mother's affection. About my father finding love again after difficult years, we had to live just the three of us. And more about Ava coming into my life and imprisoning me in an abyss where we couldn't be together.

Yes, that was excessive.

Claire was like my free therapist, always available and ready to listen, so when she brought up coming along to see the city I live, I didn't refuse.