Veracious Affection

Chapter 10

✨Celestia✨

Layla brought the ice cream she made along with a few snacks. I was grateful for her, she was a really genuine and veracious friend. I met her in university as she was going along the path of programming and me of business and dermatology courses. She's the typical outgoing and resilient friend I've always wanted and I was able to get her. Even though she was my best friend I still couldn't inform her about my childhood, I didn't want to be a burden to anyone or have someone's child cry for me and shower me with empathy that I'd didn't need.

The only information she knew about my life was about how my brother spent most his life at boarding school, avoiding coming home and when he didn't, he spent most of his time at my grandma's house waiting to finish school then finally going to university and studying law. He barely knew anything about me and when he asked about home I decieved him by stating that everyone was fine.

Layla sat down and switched on the television, "So," she switched between channels,"How was the trip to victory honies"

Angie ate the ice cream and bit her lip nervously, "There was no luck."

Layla stopped at the movie channel as mean girls were playing. Oh to be Regina...

"It's alright, really. I need closure but didn't receive any so I guess life goes on."

Layla glanced at me, "Are you sure Celestia?"

I glared at her, I hated it when people asked me questions like, 'How are you feeling' or 'Are you everything's fine.' including 'I'm here for you.'

Any question that had to do with my well-being was too diabolical and unnecessary for me, so as much I tried avoiding them constantly.

"I'm certain Layla, now pleas can be quiet and try focusing on this movie."

"I could have sworn that it's your favourite movie."

I smirked,"The movie clueless filled in that gap."

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I looked directly at my mother with sympathy, how was she fall in love with such a man. I couldn't fathom why love was such a priority for all, I mean couldn't people love themselves and die single instead of overating romantic relationships?
I feel too different and simultaneously peculiar.
She went through multiple beatings and had scars engraved on her back, thighs and face. She had to undefo multiple surgeries to hide it all form the world but I could pinpoint where all scars developed and we're engraved. But, there was that one scar that shook my world, the tick shaped scar on her lower cheek that she managed it hide with makeup. She barely went out without any makeup, I refused to sell my episode to her. She desvrd those scars and I didn't.

She was never there for me, I had to try growing up on my own and trying into an adult even though I was still a child. Let me not forget about Melody, the lady of my father's heart, oh what a wonderful daughter she was to him. He loved her to death and when she fleed wint her boyfriend father took out all his anger in me assuming that I was the one that motivated her to do so even though I was a child. That day she fleed was the last day I heard form her. I can't be remember the age I was when she left.
Mother and father both loved Melody even though she was not my mother's child but my father's ex wife's daughter. My nother had her as her favorite. She was always the fiest or know everything about both my parents, I felt like an outsider in my own home, I even attempted killing myself by swallowing multiple pills whilst on my periods and I didn't die for crying out loud.