gianna's mother ran out on her at the age of six. her father was killed in a car accident just days after her seventeenth birthday then two weeks later she found out her girlfriend OD'ed.
she lost the two most important people in the world, but slow...
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gianna's pov
I've always considered myself an unlucky person. it's been so long since something good has happened to me. people say everything happens for a reason, but what could possibly be a good reason to take away the last person who truly understood me? i just don't understand what i did to have such terrible luck in my life.
i grew up without a mother. my father was there, but he was never exactly there. he would work so much that he'd come home late and leave early morning. i'd only see him on the weekends. i know he tried his hardest, but my mother leaving was hard on him. he didn't understand why she did it, but everything happens for a reason right?
he wasn't a bad father. he'd make chocolate chip pancakes for us every saturday morning. on the weekends he'd take me to the book store and give me extra cash to spend on myself at the mall.
he did his best to make me happy and i will forever love him for it. he was like my best friend and my father in one. but after i turned seventeen, my best friend was gone. he was on his way home from work when a drunk driver killed him.
the police came knocking at my door at 3 am telling me the news. i remember the female cop holding me in her arms as i sobbed. she would repeatedly tell me she was sorry for my loss. i still don't understand why he was taken from me, but everything happens for a reason right?
they told me i was getting too old for foster care and put me in a group home. after spending two weeks here it wasn't so bad. the girls here were nice and like me they've made some mistakes, but our mistakes don't define us. we're all trying to be better.
i got a job at this coffee shop nearby my school so i could pay for my phone bill. i received a call from aya's sister telling me that she had OD'ed. for the past week i was in pieces. i lost my girlfriend two weeks after losing my father. i haven't stopped crying and i haven't had a good nights rest since.
she had a kind soul, not one mean bone in her body. no one understood why she did it because she was always so happy and never showed signs of depression, but it was all an act and i was stupid enough to believe it. why did the universe take away the one last person who was here for me? what did i do to deserve this?
everything happens for a reason.
shut the fuck up.
"gianna?" a voice says, making me snap out of my thoughts. i look up from my notebook and at the teacher who was staring right at me.
"yeah?"
"are you okay?"
i literally lost my father and girlfriend in a span of two weeks. my girlfriend was buried saturday morning. do i look okay to you?
i give her a small fake smile and nod. i click my pen and go back to drawing aya's favorite flower on my notebook. i know i'm suppose to be taking notes, but i just wasn't up for it. i wasn't up for anything. i didn't even want to be at school right now, but it's required that i am.
"make sure you're writing down the formulas. that goes for all of you. it's important that you do because you have a test this friday." i could feel her eyes on me for a split second before she turned her body around and went back to writing on the board. the sound of the expo marker tapping against the white board made my head hurt.
for the rest of the day i kept hearing the same thing over and over again. are you okay? i'm sorry for your loss. aya is in a better place. she will never be forgotten. how are you holding up? stay strong gianna.
god, please shut up.
i don't need anyones pity, but it looks like that's what i'll be getting for the next couple of days maybe even weeks.
"need a ride miss thang?" i look up from my phone and see my best friend killian in his black jeep. his hand is on the staring wheel and he was staring at me with a huge smile on his face.
"please." i grab my book that was sitting next to me and stand up. i dust off my cargo pants before hopping inside his car that smells like one of those car fresheners.
"can you believe the day i had?" he shakes his head. as soon as i put my seatbelt on he drives out of the school gates. "five more months until we graduate, finally." he sighs in relief.
killian knows what has happened to me the past two weeks. still, he never pitied me and that's what i like about him. he talks to me like everything is okay and doesn't remind me nor ask questions. he only checked in on me twice which was the day of their funerals, but he knows i don't want to talk about it and doesn't force me to. that's why he's my best friend.
"tell me about it." i cross my arms and stare out the window. from the corner of my eye i could tell he was looking at me then at the road again. he was silent for a moment before speaking up again. "ice cream?" he suggests. i don't say anything, i just nod.
we sat inside baskin robbins while he talked about his day. he started rambling on about how much of a bitch his new history teacher is and how she doesn't appreciate his jokes. killian was basically the class clown and if someone didn't laugh at his jokes then he would stop at nothing until they did.
"so, is there any hot single girls at your group home that are willing to give me a chance?" he licks his ice cream as he spoke. "or do they all play for the same team as you?"
i rolled my eyes and let out a small chuckle. "two of them have a boyfriend, one of them does in fact play for the same team as me and the other is single and ready to mingle. don't know if she'd be interested in you."
he scoffs. "please, have you seen me? some people say i look like a greek god." i laugh a little louder this time and shake my head.
"please, no one says that." i eat a spoonful of my mint chocolate chip ice cream. honestly i hate eating out of a cone, it's messy especially since i'm a slow eater when it comes to ice cream.
"psh, you don't know that."
i raise a brow and cross my arms. "oh yeah? name one person who thinks that then."
he takes his sweet time trying to answer my question. i laugh quietly after not getting an answer then proceed to continue eating my ice cream. "ay, whatever. so what if i'm the only one who thinks so? that counts.. i think."
"sure best friend."
after we finish our ice creams, killian gave me a ride to the group home i was in. i get out of the car and wave him goodbye. "get me her number!" he drives before speeding off into the sunset. jk.
i playfully roll my eyes and head inside. i leave my things in my room, greet the girls and head outside to the patio to have dinner with everyone. i like how we always have dinner outside instead of inside. it feels less suffocating plus june, our mentor says it's good to get some sun, but this is california we always get sun.
