Here For You

Chapter 3

June

"I am back!" I took off my shoe, dropped the rice bag on the floor and ran to my room. "I am going to use your phone a little." I told my mum before shutting the door behind me.
I typed in the passcode and immediately called my best friend.
Laura.
She is the best thing that happened to me. She was there for me in my happy and sad moments.
She was patient with me, she didn't judge me -well she did- but it didn't matter.
I love her so much, she is a part of me, she is my favorite.
It's right that her type in men is literally the complete opposite of mine but who cares?
After all, my type is better than her's.
Case close.
Period.
After the second ring, she answered, her face filled the screen.

"What do you want now?"

"Hi, I am good, what about you?"

This is...our way to communicate and I like it.

"Good bestie. You don't usually call me at this time, is there anything wrong?"

I love when she asks if everything is alright.

"No, look I am dying."

"What do you mean?"

I smirked and told her everything that happened, from A to Z.
When I finished the story, her jaw dropped lower than our grades. -joking she is the smartest person ever- and I laughed at her reaction.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Unfortunately- I mean fortunately no."

"If I was you, I would've ran away, this is just embarrassing."

She is right, it's so embarrassing, but I enjoyed it actually, he was kind and gentle with me.

"What if he wanted to kidnap you?"

"He won't, I just trust him."

This is ridiculous not going to lie, I have trust issues but upside down, I trust people easily like I've known them for years which can put me in many problems.
I tried to stop that but I couldn't, people seem so nice and I fall for that.
I know that they are all just different types of monsters but I just ignore it.
I know that when they gain my trust they will break me and eat me.
And I ignore that.
I know they will make my life miserable and I ignore it.

"Trusting strangers is very dangerous, especially these days."

Laura is right but I can't help it.

"I know, but you know me, I just can't."

"Girl."

She sigh as if she gave up, arguing with me is just useless, even if you proved me wrong I'll just keep arguing.

"When you get in trouble, don't come me crying."

I rolled my eyes.

"Alright. Mother."

She shot me a dirty look through the phone.
We changed the subject and she started to talk about the books she is reading.
I like hearing her yap about them but I feel like a goddamn donkey, I don't know the plot, the characters and everything.
But it's ok, because when I yap about animes she listens to me.
But she doesn't watch any of them.
She lost something precious in her life.
I was about to open my mouth and yap about Tokyo Ghoul when my mum came in my room.
Without even knocking.
I hate this.
So much.
I muted the phone and looked at her.
"Leave the fucking phone aside and come clean the living room!" She yelled at me.
She can't speak to me normally like a normal person, she can't talk to me without cursing.
I nodded and she left the room.

"I have to go."

I realized my voice is husky as if I am about to cry.
Which is what I will do.
I hate that I am sensitive.
I want to be strong.
I want to say "I don't give a fuck" when someone yell at me, I want to live my life normally like nothing happened when someone yell at me.
It hurts.
Being sensitive is just...horrible.

"Why-"

"I am sorry, talk to you later, love you so much."

I closed the phone.
I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling.
Why am I even alive.
I can't be happy for an hour.
They say happy house, huh?
Fuck this 'happy house'.
I changed into my PJ and went downstairs.
Then I took the broom and started to clean the living room.
My sister is a bitch.
She eats and feeds the floor while she is eating.
I need her to explain to me why there are biscuits and dry bread on the floor.
I sigh and started to clean anyway.
After finishing cleaning the living room, I placed the broom back in it's place and went into the kitchen.

"Done, anything else, mum?"

She turned around and looked at me

"You finished!?"

"Yea-"

"What the fuck you mean by yes? I told you to clean the living room, hallways, and the rooms!"

She yelled at me even higher than before.
Don't cry.
June...don't.

"You didn't tell me to!"

My voice is high.

"I don't need to tell you, don't you use your useless brain?!!"

She yelled.
My chest started to raise and fall fast, my throat is hurting as if someone is trying to suffocate me.
I turned around and went to get the broom again.
After I did, I started to clean every single fucking room in this disgusting house.
I force myself not to cry, I force myself to act strong as if she didn't just hurt me.
As if she didn't cut my heart into many pieces.
She could talk to me normally right? She can speak gently to me, I am her daughter and not an adopted bitch.
She never treat me right.
Never ever.
A tear fell from my eyes and I wiped it immediately.
If she sees me crying she will yell at me again.

An hour passed and I finished cleaning the whole house.
I placed the broom back in it's place and rushed toward the bathroom and broke into a sob.
I'am trying my hardest, my head is a mess but I am trying regardless.
She has to understand me.
The weight on my shoulders is just so much.
I can't handle it, superman would never be able to.
My tears were always wasted because of her.
She is just fucking my life up.
It suck.
Her role model suck.
I love her...so much and I am scared so scared that one day I might hate her.
I don't want to.
But she is making it hard on me.
I want her to treat me right.
That's all I want.