Everytime I Look At The Stars
I gazed in your eyes,
Such a beautiful blue;
My heart whispered to me,
And that's right when I knew;
The waves had ceased crashing,
On the sand at our feet;
Time had stopped passing,
My search was complete;
I finally discovered,
What I'd known all along;
A mystery uncovered,
That just couldn't be wrong;
It wasn't our first kiss,
Nor the day that we met;
But I realized something,
I will never forget;
With the stars shining brightly,
From high up above;
I'd one word to describe it,
That word is, love.
I knew these feelings,
For my sweetheart were true;
The man of my dreams,
And my soulmate, is you.
I think of it every time,
That I look at the stars;
This memory is mine,
But that moment was
OURS.-Stephanie Lumley-
I always felt like poems spoke to you in a way. It's a way to really tell someone what your feeling. Some people can't describe it while speaking, so they write it down.
Chapter 11
Recap:
"Nicole! What the fuck are you doing!" My mom shouted from upstairs.
My blood went cold and I froze on spot.
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Jared looked at me confused. "Why is she yelling at you like that?" He asked quietly.
"I-uh-I erm." I stuttered.
"What?" Jared asked.
Instead of answering his question I shooed him out the door. "You have to go." I gestured with my hands to the door.
"I'm not leaving without an answer Nicole." Jared stated firmly. He wasn't leaving. I could see the determination in his eyes.
"You have to!" I practically cried. I was pleading with my eyes to hm
"I can't. I need to know what going on. You can't hide this forever!" He hissed.
"Please Jared. Please just leave." One teardrop found its way down my cheek.
"Nichole! You piece of shit little whore! Move it now!" My mother bellowed from upstairs.
I was shaking now. Jared wasn't leaving. I'd have to go up there now.
I stood up shakily, my legs wobbled.
"You better be quite Jared. And stay here!" I whisper-yelled.
Jared looked at me strangely. "And why can't I meet your mom?" He questioned.
I groaned. "Because I'm not letting you!" I said but before he could reply I walked out my bedroom door, slamming it behind me.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself for my mother.
"Coming mum!" I yell while running up the stairs, taking two at a time.
I stop at the top stair before I run into a body. I look up only to see a very pissed off mom glaring at me.
I gulped. This can't be good.
She grabbed my left ear and twisted it. I whimpered.
"You never learn do you?" She questioned, her eyes murderous.
"I don't understand." I managed to whimpered out.
"You child! You never learn your place do you?" She asked again.
I stayed quite knowing it was best.
She twisted my ear harder. I gasped. My head was angled weirdly to the right, trying to relieve the pressure.
"Mom. Please? It hurts." I whispered. Tears falling freely down my face now.
She didn't stop though, she only twisted it harder. I felt like my ear was being torn off. I screamed.
I slapped my hand over my mouth, shocked. I didn't mean to scream.
The pain in my ear stopped. But it was aching. I rubbed the spot only to be slapped across the right cheek, my head swung to the left side from the impact.
"You will not scream." She hissed through clenched teeth.
After a few minutes of her glaring at me she asked, "Is your room clean?" I knew this was my out, so I shook my head no.
"Go clean it!" She yelled before walking back to her bedroom and slamming the door behind here.
I flinched from the impact of the door slamming.
I started walking back downstairs to my room, opening the door I closed it behind me and leaned against it. I slid all the way down until my butt hit the floor.
I brought my legs to my chest and wrapped my arms around them while resting my head on my knees while I quietly cried.
"Nicole?" A voice asked softy.
My head snapped up and I saw Jared standing over me with a worried expression.
I forgot he was here. Why didn't I remember? I just broke down in front of him! He probably thinks I'm crazy!
I just shook my head and rested my head back on my knees, indicating I wasn't going to talk. I couldn't stop the tears from coming.
Why does she hate me so much? I silently asked myself.
I felt a presence in front of my sitting down, then I felt myself being lifted. Jared lifted me into his lap and wrapped his arms securely around me.
I sniffled and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer while putting my head on his shoulder.
I still couldn't stop the tears, they silently fell while I sniffled.
"Shh it's okay." Jared tried reassuring me. He was rubbing circles on my back. It felt soothing.
I finally managed to get control again and I pulled back and saw a wet spot on his shirt because of my tears
I sniffled. "I'm sorry. I ruined your shirt." I said quietly.
Jared smirked. "I have other shirts it's okay." He said softly
I smiled sadly. "I suppose you do." I chuckled.
"What happened up there Nicole? I heard you scream, but you told me to stay here..." He trailed off.
"Oh erm. Nothing." I lied.
Jared sighed. "You don't need to keep lying to me." He said.
I let out a breath. "My mom was just mad. I'm alright aren't I?" I asked quietly, while looking down at my folded hands.
"Your right cheek is staring to bruise Nichole. Your not fine." Jared stated angrily.
"It'll heel in a few days." I muttered quietly.
"And whys your ear so red?" He questioned.
I looked up at Jared. To find him already watching me, "Jared please. Don't make me." I pleaded with him.
Jared sighed, defeated. "Your telling me one day Nichole, but until that day comes, I'll be here alright?" Jared said.
I heard the sincerity in his voice, but doubt crept into my mind, everyone leaves eventually.
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