The Question Of Love

CHAPTER 2- PANIC

When we got to music technology I felt like throwing up. I started thinking of home stuff and how me and Oscar are going to cope now tamara has gone to university. My parents constantly argue but its not the arguing part. I have heard my dad abusing my mum and ive seen them both do bad things. I have never been able to talk to anyone about any of this but its all starting to become too musch. i started the lesson off okay I guess I managed to get up and say to everyone that im a singer and I even sang a song to them but as the lesson went on something happened. “ Evelyn Grace are you okay?” “are you okay” “ do you need to go outside” but all the voices were drowned out I couldn’t breathe. I was shaking so much and crying until it got to the point where I started screaming. Mason took me out of the class and hugged me but I just couldn’t calm down he was telling me to breathe but I just couldn’t. suddenly out of nowhere Mason grabbed me and kissed me and I calmed down instantly in utter shock.

“what the hell was that Evelyn Grace you had me so worried has that ever happened before?”

Still in shock I said stuttering “n..nn..no I have no idea what that was”

“but you are okay though right ? your not feeling sick or anything would you like me to take you to medical or anything?” he said trying to reassure me. I have only known this guy for thirty minutes but its like we have known eachother forever I have never felt this way about anyone before. I think I was falling in love however whilst I was doing that there is obviously the question of what the hell just happened to me. I mean I’ve never experienced anything like it. It scares me because the only person I can talk to is Oscar my parents wont listen. To them it’s as though we are invisible we are better off without them if I do say so myself.

“nope im okay but I might just stay out here for a bit if that’s okay with you just to give myself a little time to process what happened” I said sniffling I probably looked a complete and utter mess by now. I didn’t really have many friends growing up it was more or less me and Oscar against the world. We did have one friend at some point her name was demetra but she moved away to brazil and I haven’t heard from her since. That was a few years ago though and after she left I started to get bullied. I got called fat, ugly, slut, troll ect but I had to just shrug it off. It was all good me doing that but it was really difficult having to deal with all that and everything happening at home aswell.

“that’s fine I will wait here with you”

“so whats your story” I asked curiously

“my story … well I grew up in Swindon with my younger sister carly and my mum and stepdad. It was quite an ordinary life and I was glad my dad was out of the picture because what I heard he was a very horrible man. My stepdad is like my actual dad and my mum well .. she passed away a couple of years ago due to cancer and now my goal is to raise enough money to go towards charity for cancer anyway what about you have you got a story you seem like a girl who has mystery”

I didn’t know whether to tell him or not I mean its only fair he just told me all of that. How hard must that of been I mean I don’t know if I can trust this guy. Everything about me is private I don’t tell people my story mainly because they don’t want to hear it.