Sweet Rivalry : From Bitter Enemies To Sweet Lovers (BXB)

24- The Glow

And the whole bullshit started once again..

Dad: What the fck were you up to now!?! This slut can't take his mind out of the d!ck!!

Mom: That's too H-

Dad: I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVE A SON LIKE YOU!!! I'M SHAMEFUL TO HAVE YOU!! COULDN'T IT BE A PROPER DAUGHTER, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LESS SHAMEFUL FOR US!!

Neo: What the hell dad!?! Is me sitting in front of you bothering you that muchh??!

Dad: You are such a disappointment!!

Neo (chuckles) : I was stupid that I wanted to find comfort in this helpless house.

I stood up and left everything as it is.

I walked out of the door, I heard mom's footsteps approaching me but dad stopped her way before that.

When I opened the door I saw my brother standing at the entrance there. He was looking clueless he asked,

Noah: Where are you going Neo??

I couldn't reply to him. I ran away...

And I regreted I thought, I should have told my brother this thing but I know my father wouldn't let me.

It was 8:30 pm and I had no place to go.

I asked myself, who should I call now?! Nathan? Zab? Or maybe Tim? I wondered.

With each step, I could feel the weight of my worries pressing down upon me, like leaden chains dragging me further into the depths of despair. The world around me became a blur, the colors fading into a monotonous gray that mirrored me desolate state of mind.

I yearned for someone to lean on, someone to lend an ear or offer a comforting word, but the emptiness of my surroundings only served to amplify my sense of isolation.

As I walked, my weary steps led me to a small art class tucked away on the side street. The vibrant glow of the lights spilled out from the windows, beckoning me closer. Their warm hues danced in the evening darkness, casting an enchanting spell on my heart.

Intrigued, me couldn't resist the temptation.

I approached the window, my curiosity growing with every step. I tried to sneak peek through the window.

Inside, the room was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow. Easels stood proudly, displaying canvases adorned with strokes of color and imagination. The air was thick with the scent of paint and the faint whispers of inspiration.

My eyes widened with wonder as I took in the scene before me. Each artist, lost in their own creative trance, seemed to radiate a sense of purpose and fulfillment.

The room was a sanctuary, a place where dreams came to life on the canvas.

I felt a surge of hope wash over me, as if the art class had breathed new life into my weary soul. The vibrant hues on the walls mirrored the newfound spark within me.

But I dared not to go inside. As I was scared I would steal all these vibrant colors and paint them with my pain. I turned my back and sat at the backside of that class's wall.

I bent my legs and sat with my head resting on my knees. I heard footsteps approaching me,

A voice: Hey what are you doing here? It's cold outside. Here, drink some hot water.

I looked up to see in the direction of that voice it was a girl. Around my age. She was carrying a drafting tube on her shoulder and a bag of paint colors and brushes.