Ingrid Rodríguez
A 20-year-old girl who knows almost to nothing of the outside world. Her strict parents made her see what they wanted her to see. They wanted her away from the outside world so much that they put her in online school throughout her...
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"Sometimes it's hard to find, find my way up into the clouds Tune it out, they can be so loud You remind me of a time when things weren't so complicated All I need is to see your face."
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Ingrid's POV
Sitting up slowly, I paused for a moment as I let my eyes adjust to the sunlight. My mind felt heavy, and my eyelids were barely opening, most likely due to my exhaustion and excessive crying over the last few days.
As I looked around, I noticed I was in Tristian's bed in his apartment. Looking over to my side, I could see the sheets were not moved at all, indicating he probably slept in another room. I immediately felt a sense of guilt piling on top of the already overwhelming feeling I was experiencing.
From hiding my problems from him to desperately trying to get his attention to possibly making his entire night worse after crying myself to sleep in the middle of his apartment, I felt like an absolute burden to him.
And now that I've spilled the beans on the treatment I receive from my father, I feel a sense of relief and regret, not sure if I sprung too much on him at once. Just for him to stay and not run away from me anymore.
Unfortunately, I somehow.. feel like I've attached myself to him in a way. I accepted that I could be rather needy, clingy, and dependent at times on the people I was most comfortable with, but I never knew it could get to the extent of feeling physically hindered after experiencing a feeling of rejection or outrage from them. Coupled with my need for his constant reassurance and fear of not having his attention, I could tell I'd begun to rely on him too much.
However, even with the realization that I was growing too dependent, part of me didn't want to let him go. Part of me couldn't let go of the safety net that was him. Unfortunately, in that aspect, he could do no wrong solely if he wouldn't leave me despite his claims he treated me wrongly and that he didn't deserve me.
Pushing the blanket off of my legs, I stood to see I was in one of Tristian's hoodies and my boyshorts. Standing, I walked over to the door and opened it to be met with the expected silence. Only a faint noise was emitted from the bathroom.
