Hold me Tight

Chapter 3

Victoria's POV
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The rain splattered on the glass window like rubies. What in the name of global warming was this weather? I stared at the blurry dots, sitting on my study desk. It was quiet, and my room was just cleaned up, all decorated and charmed for Pinterest aesthetics. Kidding.

But it looked pretty good. Nickel grey walls, a brown bed in the centre, my study on the right side of the room, right under the window. I added navy blue curtains on both sides of the window, tugged in and giving a rich vibe.

This one B.H.K had been my home for almost three years and I swore on taking care of it. I was nineteen when I got into college, and my dad forced me to live in a separate space rather than the college dorm. But, I was a rebel. His blood. We fought, and I lived in the dorm for six months. Not a day over that. Because my then-roommate dared to have a three-some on my bed and did not bother cleaning the sticky stuff from my bedsheets. Gosh.

Either way, I agreed and settled here.

A soft smile tugged on my lips remembering when Dad smirked at me, with that 'if-you-could-have-listened-to-me' look. And vanished as soon as my phone vibrated from the corner.

I picked it up and started walking toward my bed. "Mom,"

"Baby," she replied just as drily as I greeted.

"Mommy," I said, honey worth feeding a town dripping from my voice.

"Sweet cheeks,"

I grind my jaw to stop smiling. I lay on the back, one of my left hands tucked under my head. "So? Why did you call?"

"I was in the store and it was empty today, and I miss my child. How is college going on?"

I bit my lip, blocking the memory of a certain someone as anger threatened to boil inside me. "It's good,"

"What is it? I know that voice of yours. Did you get into a fight?" She sighed from the other side.

It had been a week since that garden incident. I talked through Jass about it and did not bother much about anything related to it. But it felt like there was something left unsaid between us. Maybe I let him go too easily. Or maybe I decided to not say anything. But then again I had never been the one to not put up a fight if someone did wrong to me.

"There was this boy. Jass and I were sitting in the garden. And he fell on me. With. His. Coffee." I exhaled, rolling my eyes.

"And? Did you kick his balls?"

"Funny, but no. I got angry at the group of boys who were recording the scene. And I don't know Mom but I can't just let this go. I mean, I feel like I should have been so angry with him but all I did was a simple bye."

"How hot is he exactly?"

There was a pregnant pause between us. A very serious pin-drop pause. "I haven't told you what he looks like. And anyway, I am not liking the direction of our conversation."

"Live a little, Victoria. It's your last year in college. Make a boyfriend and have some fun."

"Mom, I don't want to. I have things to do."

"Baby, you don't have to show anything to your dad. You know that. He is proud of you."

I knew I didn't. But some things, when uttered in the haze of anger, pierce through the skin. And even though I could see it in his eyes, he loved me so much and was proud of me no matter what. I could not just erase the anxiety and self-doubts.

"You know it's not always about him. It is about me, too. I have to prove myself as much as I have to prove it to anybody else." I scoffed. "I gotta go, Mom, I have a girl's date night with Jass."