Solar Flares Make the Moon Cry (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 8

Authors note: Sorry for the exactly 2 month wait. I thought being out of school would help but now I don't have a schedule or a job and I'm just kinda depressed. Like, really depressed. But I finished this chapter and deleted tiktok so I won't be too distracted.

It still stings. What Lucianna said to you and only you. You've been crying into your pillow for over 2 hours now. You know how much they've been affecting your life all around. Mental, social, physical... it's all too much of a toll on your brain and body. You still have to see the boys at school, and there's no way of avoiding them. Then you remember something. Something that'll keep you latched onto the twins for much longer.

Their friends from Utah are coming here this week.

"OH FUCK WHAT DO I DO?!" You shout into your pillow, jump out of bed, and grab onto your desk to not fall. Your breathing turns as rapidly as a downhill river. It's shallow. You need to text Solis to see what day they're coming, but your arms don't listen. You feel frozen, out of energy, and numb. Your legs tremble below you, and before you realize what this means, you fall.

"Shit... what do I do... " You bring your hands up to your face, palm up, and begin to sob even more. You wanted to stop talking to them to avoid them, but it seems like every path is a dead end. The entire school thinks there's some sort of love triangle going on, there's a dumb sex rumor, more of their friends are coming this week, and you're tainted with the chair of their dead father. If these kids are friends with Solis and Luna, then how different could they be?

How much more could you endure before you snap right in front of their faces? What would happen if you did? You had every right to, but would they understand? I'm sure Luna would, but Solis is so self-absorbed he would get mad at you for not liking him the way he is. This entire time, he never considered your feelings and always said you were overreacting. Except for earlier this night. He put himself in your shoes for once and said sorry. Yet he never did for all the other things he did to you, and you never got a call or text from him about it.

'I deserve a sorry from him. I deserve so many sorry's and apologies that his throat is bleeding by the time he's done speaking.'

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You wake up to your alarm, but you immediately jump out of bed once again with something sticky on your face. You look down on your pillow to see it sopping wet. You gently touch your cheek, and the same stick is there. You can't tell if it's tears, drool, or both. But you immediately go to your bathroom to wash your face.

You finish wiping off the soap with a wet rag and look at the clock. You still have an hour left to get ready. You wring out the rag and hang it in your shower, proceeding to brush your teeth next. It takes you less than 20 minutes to do all you need in the bathroom, and you walk back to your room to get changed into proper clothing.

One of your parents calls for you from the kitchen before you could go into your room. You make a sharp turn left and walk into the dining room connected to the kitchen. One of your parents is sitting on the bench at the table while the other is cooking at the stove. They pause their cooking to turn around and look at you.

"Hey, y/n, I'm making some food for this morning. Go get your stuff packed and come eat," They request of you, " and wear something light, it's going to be warm today."