"Pierce, please I'm trying to study." I let out an aggravated sigh as my eyes flickered upward from the white-colored pages of my textbook. Pierce approached closer to me, sliding the textbook out from my lap and throwing it to the side.
"Take a bre...
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Tears streamed down my face, my cheeks becoming soaked with the crying that had flooded my face. I had my back turned to everyone as I walked out of the living room, not being able to face a single person in that room. Not being able to face Pierce, not after what he had done.
As soon as I was out of any of their sights, I picked up my pace and began running back to the bedroom. I had to go, I had to get out. The betrayal broke my heart into a million pieces, not being able to face the boy I had loved for the past year. The boy who I had a whole future planned with, was the same one who had been lying to me since we had met.
I couldn't trust him ever again, I wouldn't. Trust was something you earned and Pierce surely did not. He knew my mom was alive, he knew she was being held hostage and allowed her to be in captivity for five years. He got to talk to my mom on the same nights I cried myself to sleep, begging to have her back. He wrote her back and forth for years, while my family fell apart when our glue was ripped apart.
I fumbled with the doorknob as I stood tall in front of it, jiggling onto it as hard as I could. My vision became blurred from all the tears that formed in my eyes. I pushed the door open, slamming shut behind me as I placed my back up against the wall. I threw my head back, my long brown hair falling behind my back.
I cupped a hand onto my mouth, staring up at the ceiling as I slid down the door. My body hit the ground, as I pulled my knees up to my chest. A sob escaped my lips, one I had been holding in since Archer let the truth out about Pierce and what his true intentions were. Was I just some kind of game to him?
I hugged my knees tightly, crying into my arms as I closed my eyes shut and begged for all of this to go away. I prayed I was in some nightmare, a nightmare that I was about to wake up from with just a pinch to the skin. But the crushing feeling in my heart told me I was not dreaming, that this was happening. And none of this could ever be taken back.
The tears picked up, streaming down my cheeks and pouring into my lips as they broke off from one another. I pictured Pierce in my head, thinking about the night that I cried to him about my mom. It was a night before we had been dating, he caught me in a vulnerable moment and comforted me, it was one of the first times I had ever seen that side of him.
Staring down at the picture frame of my mom and me, I ran a finger over the glass cover as a smile appeared on my face. It was moments like this when I needed my mom, there wasn't a day that went by where I didn't miss her.
After my mom's death, my dad did the best he could. He did everything to keep Aster and my content, and we lived a good life. But there were just some things where a girl needed her mom, but I no longer had that and never would again.
A smile tugged at my lips as my eyes became fixated on the photo of my mom and me, on my thirtieth birthday-which was just a month before her death. That day we all went out, as a family where we went to all my favorite places in Seattle, ending the night with a dinner in the park under the stars. It was perfect, and I could still hear my mom's laugh.
