𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙐𝘽𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎 [BxB] ✔️

28.| The Real World - PART 1

MARIA'S POV

*DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains violence

PAST - PART 1

I saw glimpses of the real world when I was only 12 years old.

"Your not going anywhere Maria." My mom screamed at me.

"But you said I could!" I yelled back- my hands on hips, steam practically coming out of my ears.

"No- I said you maybe could! But now that I know that it's a high-school party- you definitely are not!"

"Your the worst mom ever." I snapped. 

"You shut your fucking mouth." My dad yelled at me. "Go upstairs and wash your mouth out with soap and come back downstairs when you've learned some respect."

I stomped off in a rage- hot tears streaming down my face. My three older brothers watched in awe.

My sobbing continued even after I slammed my bedroom door shut. I sank to the floor, head in my hands. 

I just wanted to fit in like everyone else.

I wasn't pretty enough.

I wasn't popular enough.

I just wanted people to like me. 

Was that seriously too much to ask for?

I thought going to this party would change that but my annoying parents weren't fucking letting me go! I sat up in a rage and threw the family picture sitting on my desk across my room. 

I watched quietly as the glass shattered and spread across the floor. I made no attempt to pick up the pieces and crawled under my bed and curled up in defeat.

My sobs died down as I fell asleep.

I was awaken by a scream. 

My body jolted as I hit my head off the bottom of my bed. I groaned in pain and rubbed my head in comfort.

I listened carefully again, almost convinced I made the sound up. Suddenly I remember my mom mentioning a movie night that I wasn't allowed to be apart of because of my 'rude behaviour'.

"They're probably just watching some dumb horror flick." I mumbled to myself as I crawled out from under my bed. I laid on my mattress and my body felt at ease as I sank into the soothing softness.

I checked my phone and saw that it was only 11:30PM. I had several texts from my friends telling me how much fun that they're having at Jason's party and how they 'wish' I was there.

Fucking liars.

"We don't need some ugly loud annoying Latino cramping our style." Was what my ex best friend, Lara, told me a few weeks before middle school started, kicking me out of our friend group, leaving me without anyone. 

But a couple weeks ago she started being all buddy buddy with me again and had actually invited me to join them. 

Even I thought that was strange.