I Wish You Never Met Me

04

CHAPTER 4

I jolted awake before the clock on the side to my left could sing to life. The sun hadn't risen yet, but I was no stranger to waking up in the middle of the night. The sweat beads that coated my forehead is evidence enough. I don't bother to scream because I know they don't care, they never did.

It was the same nightmare. My own uncle sneaking into my room as I slept peacefully in my princess Jasmine pajamas excited for the next day. I woke up to my pajama's pants being pulled. I tried to scream, but he placed his hand over my mouth. Tears spilled down my face, as he threatened me and had his way.

I didn't bother going back to bed. Changing into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, headed back downstairs as quiet as possible while knowing my parents' bedroom was across from mine. When I get there, I let out an anxious breath that I forgot I was holding in opening the front door and stepping out.

My car was the one thing I got for myself. It was hilarious when my parents found out I got it. I didn't use their money. I didn't need their help. In juvie, they made us work. We worked jobs and saved our money. Because on record, even though we were still under parental care, this was needed to teach us never to do whatever we did again. But I was falsely accused, falsely convicted. I understand the police are trying their best, but it just doesn't feel like it is their best.

It doesn't feel like their doing enough. No matter how many times I tell them that I can't get the laptop they never listen to me. Last time I tried, I almost lost my life. Pulling out of the driveway, once my car was awakened from its slumber, I headed for the first place I could think of.

I pulled into the park not caring about late it is. Putting the car back sleep, I made my way to a bench near by the little pond. Sitting there, I like to look at the small waves make their way across. The sound brought me a sense of peace. After a nightmare like that, I needed it desperately.

Just before I can release a breath of relief, I could feel someone's presence behind me. As soon as I turned, I find the one person I didn't want to see until school later. I ignored him and kept my eyes on the pond, hugging myself to keep the chill of the air off me.

"Hey partner," he greeted, and I could tell he was trying to start up a conversation.

I started to get up not wanting to talk to him, grabbing my bag, and started to walk back to my car. Just before I could get there, I could feel his hand on mine. I didn't know what it was, but it felt like electricity. My body involuntary froze on its own, little explosions occurring, butterflies invaded.

"If I scared you, I didn't mean to," he whispered gently, I could hear the genuine concern in his voice as he wrapped his hand around my wrist.

"You didn't scare me," I placed my hand over his, pulling it off my wrist. "I have to go."

I could feel the pity enter the silent space between us. Mustering up some courage, I finally look at him. There was a bit on concern swirling in his eyes as he observed me. I started walking again.

"You had a nightmare, didn't you?" he asked, and I could feel the color in my face drain, my heart dropping to the soles of my feet.

"So, what if I did?" I retorted coldly.

Without letting him get another word in, I left. I didn't want to be around him anywhere, let alone have him try to pry himself into my life. I don't need anyone. I'm better off alone. No one needs to know what I'm going through. I can carry my own weight. I don't need anyone's pity or care. They all do that to get something out and he's not any different.