Twyla
As I'm sitting here playing with this ADORABLE puppy , I realize that I've slipped.
Fuck. I didn't mean to. What if they don't like me anymore , what if they think I'm disgusting , what if they want me gone and don't want me to come over for dinner anymore ?
My thoughts consume my head and I'm only pulled out of them when I feel a tear drop on my hand. I quickly wipe my eyes and make sure neither women saw me. They didn't. Thankfully.
The two woman were quietly talking and close to each other. I don't know why , but it made my heart sad. Of course she has a girlfriend. And of course , June is just as beautiful and nice as Carson... Why do I always get my hopes up. Why do I always think someone is in to me when they have done nothing but be a decent human.
No one would ever want me. I'm too fucking childish. I'm bad. I have too many problems. I couldn't ever imagine putting all of that on someone else... I hate everything about me.
That's when this sweet puppy stands on its hind legs and tries to reach my face to give me kisses. I guess I let more tears slip through.
"Twyla ?" I hear Carson say. Suddenly she kneeling beside me. When did she get there ?
"What's wrong , honey ?" June asks , kneeling next to Carson. Welp , guess they caught me crying.
I don't look at them. I keep my eyes glued to the puppy curling up in my lap. I can barley see at this point , trying to keep my tears from falling. But that ends up failing. Because next thing I know they are spilling out of my eyes. Landing down on my hands and on the puppy.
"Oh , sweet girl ," Carson says. She reaches out to put her hand on my shoulder , but stops before she touches me. "Is it okay if I touch you , honey ?" She asks me sweetly. I nod and she places her hand on my shoulder , coming to sit next to me.
"What's wrong , lovebug ?" June says. I just shake my head. It's too much to explain , and I don't want to scare them off more. I just met them today , and I don't have any friends. I need friends. I hate being alone , and no one at school is nice to me.
"I'm sorry.." I say quietly. June sits down and places her hand on my knee.
"Why are you sorry , sweet girl ?" Carson asks me.
"I'm gross." I tell them. It's getting hard to keep my tears from turning into sobs. I have so much going through my head and I don't know how to express it. And its especially hard considering I hardly know these woman.
"Honey , why do you say that ?" Carson asks , she sounds concerned.
"Because it's true." I say , a sob escaping my mouth.
"Awe , its okay little one." June says. That caught me off guard. They know ?
"W-what ?" I ask , looking up at her with fear written all over my face. I don't want them to how. How do they know ? Damnit ! Its because I slipped.
"Sweet girl , its okay. I told you , we aren't going to judge you , sweets." Carson tells me. That makes me feel a little better , but not much. In fact , it just makes me cry more. Carson pulls me into her lap. She wraps her arms around me and softly rocks me. "It's okay , princess. Shh , its okay."
"H-how , how do you know ?" I ask , half knowing the answer already , but just wanting to hear it from them.
Carson laughs a little. "Oh honey , I could tell just from looking at you. And when you mentioned you teddy bear , that's really when I knew." She tells me. I look up at her with tears in my eyes and tear tracks down my cheeks. My nose is runny. I probably look awful.
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