I walked back to the school, alone, just thinking about it all. What's gonna happen? When is this gonna end? I got to the school and went to my dorm, no one was around, not even Anna. Mmm ok. I got onto the bed and checked out the medicines. I'm bored. I know I'm sick but I can't sleep at the moment.
I simply laid in bed with my phone in hand and eventually drifted off to sleep. I woke up late the next day, I think. The events of the day are blurry but of course, she texted. and as usual, on Tik tok. Is this her thing now? I thought, laughing. I mean she has my number? Or is going all the way to WhatsApp that stressful?
I opened the text.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Nothing really. Lying down."
She didn't reply instantly so I did other things on my phone. What exactly, I don't remember. Ding.
"Ok.Have you taken your meds?"
"Oh shoot. I forgot. I'm gonna go now."
"Good, please do that now."
"Lol, yes mom. I'll be back."
"Sure bbs."
Put my phone down for some minutes, took my meds and went back to it.
"Ok done."
"Good girl. But seriously, stop calling me mom."
"You called me your daughter today. I didn't know we were back to square on."
So here's the thing. Over here, there's this thing in high school where people have "families." So someone could just pick you to be his or her "daughter" or "son." "School daughter" and "school son" is what they're referred to as.
Robyn became my school mom in just a few days of knowing her. Who decided that? She did but of course I didn't mind. She's a very caring person, even though she doesn't like to show it. I had to clarify that before y'all start getting some weird ass ideas.
So with that said, the conversation continued.
"Ok fair enough. You know everyone can't know about this."
"Yea I know but I could still be your friend, yes? Even though that's not what I wanna be."
"Me neither, but people won't understand why I care to the core for just a friend. When I say my daughter it's understandable for me to be worried about you always."
"Okay. Daughter it is🤝."
I sat for a while and texted again, "We can't keep breaking up you know? It's unhealthy."
"Yea I know it's not healthy. "
"Good. I'm gonna try and sleep. Gnite."
"Sure, you need it."
I put my phone on charge and tried to go to sleep, for a whole hour, but of course I wasn't able to. I picked up my phone and Texted Robyn.
"I can't sleep."
I waited for a reply that I unfortunately didn't get. She's probably asleep then. Imma just fidget until I can get some shut eye. And boy did I fidget before I fell asleep. I woke up to a text from her the next morning.
"Fuck, why didn't you call? I thought you were asleep."
"Nah it took me a while, also I didn't wanna worry you."
"Don't do that again."
I really like it when she visibly cares. You know, when she doesn't try to hide the fact that she cares and she's generally a caring person. It's nice......, and comforting.
I replied, "I'll try." To which she replied, "Mmm I hear you. I don't know if all this is necessary but ok."
Huh? What is she talking about?
"All what is necessary?"
No reply. I don't think she ever replied to that, but a part of me felt like she was talking about the relationship. I could be wrong. Never got to find out. I think it got to a point where we didn't talk much, there was a reason for that but I don't remember.
A few days later the head of the school went round sending people home cos they weren't done paying their fees. I happened to be one of them, I couldn't go home though. I mean, where was I gonna get the money from? Your go-to answer would be my parents, no? Yea let's not go there.
To put it short I didn't tell my mom I was being sent home and went to one of my friends instead. My parents know her, they just didn't know at that moment that I was going to hers. Anyways I called to tell her I was coming over. I got there and explained everything to her. Let's use her nickname and call her Bunny. Don't question it.
Bunny said she could help with a Go Fund Me. No I don't know what exactly that is, I've only ever heard of it.
Anyways with that being said I stayed there for a couple days. Apparently she was gonna get a tattoo with our other friend Essence a couple days later and asked if I wanted to get one.
I have been wanting a tattoo for quite a while now but I couldn't get it cos of my mom. I mean I was still living under her and I know I can't ask. I'm sure as hell.
So I told her no. I ended up getting three. And lemme just clear this up cos I know someone might think it, I wasn't pressured. Moving on!! I spent about a week out there, funny enough during that time my mom called and told me to come home to get part of the fees. Of course I didn't tell her where I was, I simply went for it.
I got back to school very late. I told Anna to wait up for me, one cos she asked me to get food for her and two, cos someone had to open the door for me.
"What did you bring?", she asked.
"Your food, and other....snacks."
What is this feeling?
As she was going through my stuff I just stared at her. I'm feeling something, what is that? She pointed at my wrist, where I got one of my tattoos, "What is that?", grabbing on to it.
"Ouch, it still hurts you know?" Why the fuck was I mad?
"Oh sorry. What's that?"
"I got a tattoo."
She looked at me, with a 'seriously' look.
"What?", I asked.
"Nothing."
Oh my God. I figured out what it was. Annoyance. But as to why I was annoyed I have no idea. I didn't like it. Is this one of those times where everything pisses me off for no reason? Cos I really don't like this feeling. Well we'll find out in the morning.
Sadly, I think that was the beginning of our falling out- Anna and I. Not completely, but things weren't the same after that day. I miss her. She's one of the people I wouldn't mind befriending all over again. The two girls so close people thought we were dating.
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Forbidden Love
Non-FictionShe has a girlfriend she's in love with, but she's fallen for another girl -Maureen- who has a boyfriend. Now she's torn between two people. Would she tell her girlfriend? Would they make it work or would their love fade? Based on a true story.