Unbreakable bond.

Chapter two.

"Elena is here, again" my mother shouted from down downstairs. ''Tell her I am not feeling well", I replied.  I heard the door shut. I Heard my mother come upstairs. I pretended to be asleep to avoid any questions. She came inside and sat right next to me and started to play with my tangled hair. "What's the matter, sweatheart? I know you are awake"."Nothing I mumbled. "Oh I know its is not nothing. You haven't spoke to your friends or gone to school since a week." There was a moment of silence, Then she continued " Come on, go out and have a walk, clear your mind." "No, I don't want to" I protested. "Come on, get up". I knew she wouldn't give up so I had to do what she said to avoid the arguement. 

Grumbling, I slid myself out of my warm covers and started changing. I made an untidy braid and wore my pink sandals. This was the first time in months I didn't care about how I looked. Adam was senior and one of the hottest guy in school. I always wanted to look perfect to impress him. There were literally dozens of girls throwing themselves on him. I wanted to assure him I was worth it, in order to do so, I had to look flawless.

I slammed the door and started walking towards the mall so I can grab a bite. It was a five minute walk. In the way I thought What if.. There was more to the story? I should have given a chance to Elena to explain. Explain what? She was gonna feed me with bullshit. I needed to accept the harsh reality. I know what I saw. Her lips were glued to Adam's lips and She was unbuttoning his shirt. And there was no denying of that. When I got there I wasn't in a mood of eating so I just ordered a chocolate milkshake. All this thinking was going to make me insane. I was exhausted so I shut my mind down forcing myself not to think in order to have a moment of peace. I stared into space and gulped my milkshake trying to finish it without further delay. The sun had set and it was getting dark, I better head home I thought.

I had just set foot in my street that I saw a familiar face, a face of the person I hated.  He saw a glimpse of my face and called out on top of his voice '' Hey Jen, wait!!" I acted as if I didn't see or hear him. He started to run across the street. I accelerated so I could get home before he gets to me.

Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough. I was just outside my home that he took a hold of my hand and said listen in a confident voice as if he actually had something to say. I wiggled my hand so it could be free. His grip tightened to an extent that my hand started to hurt. I gave a painful gesture and he loosened his grip. I pulled my hand away from him and  made a run. He grabbed me again. This time not by my hand but by my waist. ''Stop wiggling, I won't let you go" he said as if I was his prisoner. "I'm so sorry. I know an apology wouldn't fix anything but I wanted you to know I feel awful"

"You should" I yelled.

"Honestly, I do. Whole this week I spent thinking I am an awful and a terrible person. I wanna fix everything, make it normal."

"Nothing will be normal again, ever". I replied in a low voice.

"I was drunk.  I wasn't in my senses", he tried giving an explanation.

"That is a pathetic excuse" Is it? I thought to myself.

"I didn't know what I was doing" 

"Still not good enough" My throat throbbed as I spoke. I wiped my tears. And looked up, we made a eye contact. My stomach gave this feeling that can't be put in words. 

He leaned closer and whispered "Will you ever forgive me?" I could feel him breathing. His lips were so close to mine. "NEVER" I shouted, resisting myself from wrapping my arms around him. I pushed him and went inside my home, I slammed the door and sad down.  

Should I forgive him or should I not? Should I? Should I not? What reason did I even have to forgive him, I was not strong enough to forgive him after what he did, at least not yet.