Literally.

14.

HOME

My dad picked me up from the airport. I didn't talk to him the entire ride. I didn't know what to say, all that was on my mine was my mom. I loved her so much.

We are almost at our house, we were 3 streets down and I can already see my mom's car. Grey Honda Civic CR X.

Everything happened in this car. I sang my first song in this car. I had my 7th birthday in this car. My  mom and Bethany were on our way to Disney land, but we got stuck in traffic. And was jamming out to Kids Bop and the wiggles for hours.
I remembered when I was little, me any Bethany were on our way to a nice restaurant for my family dinner. We were playing slug bug and there was one wrong move and that had  me end up losing my first tooth.

There were a lot of memories in my mom's car, so much it made me miss her even more.

We pulled up into the drive way and I was quickly grabbing my bags when I look over next to my window.
There was a guy that looked 18 and was wearing a white shirt you could easily see right through. He was lifting brown card board boxes out of the back of a U-Haul truck and setting them on the ground.
" Did we get new neighbors?" I ask my dad.
"Yes, those are the Mitchell's." He responded as he got out of the car with some of my stuff and brought it inside.
I got out of the car we my stuff in my hands and couldn't stop starring at him.

He had gold blonde hair, a nice tan, green eyes and chiseled abs. He probably about 6'4.
I was about to walk away but I tripped over my own 2 feet and fell to the ground making an embarrassment of myself.
All my stuff went flying out of my hands.
When I crashed to the ground he immediately rushed over to me. He got down on his knees.
"You okay? That was a pretty big fall you had." He said helping me get up.
"Yah, I'm okay." I said brushing off the dirt on my clothes.
He started gathering all my stuff that was spread across my driveway.
"So when did you move here?" I ask.
"Like 3 or 4 days ago." He responded.
"You living on your own?"
"No, my mom is with her sister in Denver and my little sister is in Montana with her friends."
"Oh Really, so how old is your sister."
"She just turned 8 last month."

"Hey, I never ask what your name is." i said.

"AVA GET INSIDE!" I hear my dad yell.
"I have to go." I said.
"Will I see you later?" He asked. I smiled.
"Maybe, thank you for helping me with my stuff."
"No Problem."  he smiled  and winked like Dylan always does.
"AVA GET INSIDE NOW." My dad shouted.
"I should go now."
"Also, my name is Brent." He said.
"Bye Brent." I waved as I walked into my house.

When I got indoors I couldn't believe my eyes. I released  my stuff in shock.
"...Mom...?" I said very softly. I saw her laying on the couch watching Tyler Oakley.
"Oh hey sweetie!" She said with excitement.
"Hey Sweetie? Hey sweetie? I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!!!"
I shouted at her.
" honey-" "Don't you honey me! I was in New York alone with nobody, having my boyfriend be in the hospital and then hear that my mom died!" I exclaimed.

"We were just joking. We were gonna say something but you hung up too early.
"WHY! I cried over an hour for you thinking my mom is dead! But no she was just at home playing a little joke on ME!" I shouted.
"Ha-ha, oh I get it scare your daughter when she is at her most vulnerable. SO FUNNY!"I yelled sarcastically as I rushed to my bedroom and slammed my door and locked it.
I screamed in anger.
I heard my dad's foot steps coming. I turned on Katy Perry and the song Roar came on to try to block him out.
But I could still hear him pound away on my door.
"AVA YOU UNLOCK THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW OR-!"
I blasted Katy Perry.
"AND YOUR GONNA HEAR ME ROAR!" Katy Perry joined in.

This was going on for like 5 minutes but i didnt hear the pounding anymore

I wasnt sure if i wanted to open my door and pull out a fight or decide to run away again.

I turned off Katy Perry and just layed on my bed.

Why is this happening. Did I really deserve this.  My life was already fucked up as it is but now...it's worse.

My boyfr- ex boyfriend. Cheated on me. I lost my best friend in the whole wide world, my parent acted like she was dead and the man I love-
Love?
Wow.
I love him?
I actually love him?
I've said it before but I didn't think I actually meant it.
Just like a thing you say "Hey I love him!"
But no
It's different
I actually love him.

I...love him....