THE TWO OF US

Part three

Gabriella's POV
I was in our living room, fiddling  with the channels on the tv. I groaned in frustration when every channels are not giving me what I want. I grabbed my phone from the nearby drawer and started scrolling through my snap to see what's going on. Thank Goodness my socially awkward life isn't affecting my social media life, I'm very talkative when texting or chatting with people, especially new people on the net, simply because I know I might never see them or come across them. So I dig into my snap finding I have numerous people that want to be my friend , I didn't even check I just keep adding them. I guess my boredom is to be blamed for that.

My Saturday is always like this, me frustrated with the tv and everything in my home. Whereas Rose texted me about a party last night which I politely turned down, lying to her I was going out with mom. Oh, you must be wondering who rose is. The heartbroken girl from the tree. I chuckled thinking about how we just clicked after taking her to my favorite coffee shop. I usually go there whenever I am pissed off or bored, there is something about there coffee and the environment that keeps me sane and at ease.

Taking rose there wasn't supposed to be a big deal until she keeps praising and thanking me for bringing to a cool place like "My little paradise" as I would always call it. That's my personal name for the place. I found out rose mom is late, and her dad hardly stays home, "business trips" she has simply stated. Just like me, but my own mom was alive like she was not. She chirped in about have an older brother and so on. And the only thing I could ask her was "Aren't you affected by the little or no attention you get from your dad" it strange she doesn't look like she cares. And I'm here killing myself over the same issue.

"My mom was the closest to me, my dad was never really around, and I never really liked him, so when mom passed away, I just pretend like he passed away too" she had said an upset expression lingered on her face before she swapped it away "I never let the old man's behavior get to me" she had added.
She was really strong, stronger than me. She tried asking me about me but I only gave her few things not going into my family or life. Even if she said hers. But I liked her, we clicked. I love the way she laughs it makes me what to laugh as well even when it doesn't sound funny. She is really fun to be with , before we depart we exchanged each other's snap handles and phone number "we are friends now right? Just tell me we are friends" she said jokingly holding her breath and when I said "yes" she jumped on me hugging me which I returned back. I was happy, I now have one friend.

The front door snapped open, waking me up from my thought, I turned to see who it was and scrunched my brows up when I saw mom

"Mom? You came home?" I asked standing up and going to give her a peck on her cheek.

"Yes Gaby, needed to bring some files I forgot" she said slumping on one of the sofa with a tired look on her face. I was just hoping she had said something like "yes gaby, to check up on you , and see how you were doing" but mom has never said that even when she does she doesn't mean it.

"You should get some sleep, you are looking exhausted" I said to her , finding a seat opposite hers. She massaged the two sides of her head with her fingers stifling a yawn.
"I can't, I still have work to do" it doesn't surprise me, she hasn't slept in her own room for a month now. She is always having work to do and sometimes I wonder if she is the only one working in that hospital or if that was how the others usually neglect their family all in the name of "work".

Her hazel eyes snapped at mine like she just remembered something "you didn't go to school?" I signed in disappointment, mentally rolling my eyes, this woman.

"Mom, its a Saturday" I said making her mouth formed in a "O" "mom do you even know what I'm studying in college? Or what college I am" I questioned her with squinted eyes.

she sighed "Gaby, I have important things to do than trying to be brainstorming about what college you are or what course you are studying" she said making my face fall, not that I was expecting something better from her anyways, she never cease to disappoint me. "You are a young adult gaby, you are 20, stop acting like an attention starved child, do your thing I do mine, all I'm doing is for your future" she said trying to reason with me, reason with me in the most stupid way ever. So she actually thinks I'm acting like an attention starved child? Really? I got up trying my possible best not to break down in front of her, if nothing all this taught me how to hide my emotions well. I could be hurting and still smile with you and you will never know.

"Take care of yourself" I mumbled out softly for her to hear heading to my room. I banged the door shut falling on my bed , tears streamed down my eyes. It enough that I don't have anyone to talk to, it enough that There is no one to express my feelings to, it enough that I have to be feeling like an abandoned child all the fucking time. Now the woman that birthed me said I was acting like an attention starved child. Apparently I am, I am attention starved , whose mom leave there child to a nanny at just 8months? I haven't had a genuine talk with this woman since I know her as my mom. Is it so hard to have a stable life? I'm tired, physically and emotionally tired. I don't deserve this, I wasn't asked to be born, I wasn't.

I sobbed harder, at the same time trying to comfort myself, there is no one to do it for me anyways.

I actually wrote 3 chapters in a day, As it keeps coming, I keep writing lol. Give me some accolades lol.