I stayed still frozen for a good 30 seconds.
'Kay? You alright?' He asked concerned.
I played it off as internet lagging.
'I didn't hear you, you buffered. Say again?' I was ready this time.
'I've uh-got a girlfriend.'
I swallowed. 'Is that all? Luke that's great!' I lied through gritted teeth.
'Really? Aw sis you're the best! Look, I'm going to have to go now, I'm actually meeting up with her in half an hour and I need to get ready, so see ya!' He cheered, and then he was gone.
I shut my laptop and slithered to the floor and curled into a ball and cried.
I was going to lose him again.
I wanted him to be happy, I did.
But, I wasn't the most important person in his life anymore.
And don't try and prove me otherwise, because if she wasn't the most important person in his life, she doesn't deserve to be with him.
Luke's the type of person to devote all of his time, love and effort into a relationship, and that's a great quality to have.
But he already has limited time to share with me as it is, with his band and all.
The time we've had lately is going to disintegrate, if it hasn't already following that call.
I hugged my legs close to my chest and my cries progressed into strangled sobs.
I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket, but I couldn't hear it.
I kept crying and flinching and shrinking into an even tighter ball. I gripped my ankles and squeezed until I was sure I was going to get more bruises. I wanted my boys here, I wanted my brother here.
'They're going to forget all about you, just like you forgot about me'
What the hell was that?
I was terrified but I was so weak that I couldn't protest or move.
I felt like I was going to choke and stop my breathing.
Everything went hazy and blurry. The doorbell ringing was only a drowned out sound to the ringing in my ears, throbbing through my head.
I felt like the oxygen in my lungs was suffocating me.
I thought it was only a figure of my imagination, until arms wrapped around me.
I heard my name, being said progressively louder, trying to bring me around.
'G-Gem?' I asked, meeting familiar eyes.
There was a moment of silence.
'No, this is Rose.' Rose told me sadly.
I squinted, focussing on her eyes. Soon her facial features were taken in by my brain, and I shook my head violently, blinking hard, acknowledging her presence.
'Y-you were-' I couldn't finish my sentence.
'No, it's me. Now come on, tell me what happened?' She sat next to me on my bed and I slouched as she sat up normally, her hand resting on my shoulder, leaning close to me.
'You're too, close.' I snapped, pausing briefly in the middle of my sentence, trying to be polite but not being successful.
I shuffled away from her, and sat pressed up against the wall, and she stayed where she was.
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Violence (Sequel to Have Faith In Me)
أدب المراهقينWhat's the world gunna say when I call your bluff, punk?