MIDNIGHT WHISPERS| Kylia

(XV)

I'm exhausted, but I still need to train the last step, where I'll be thrown up and pray not to fall face down on the ground.

- Come on, girls! - Mia, the leader says, looking at us carefully.

I see the soccer boys sit on the lawn facing the stands, seeing that Dylan was exactly facing Cantrall, who as soon as she realized where I was looking at him leaned forward, looking at the boy who is with his back to her with a devilish smile on his lips.

This woman is managing to scare me.

I look away from her and pay attention to Mia, who tells us every step we should follow. I agree with my head with each line said, after all, I will do the final number.

- as the final number will be after the game, we will need one of the boys to hold Malia for the jump - Mia turns to the players sitting on the grass, who cheered up with the proposal.

For a moment I thought my shoulders would leave the place, watching Kylie lean against the accent and cross her arms.

I roll my eyes with this, we don't have anything too much, so I have no reason to worry about it.

- Dylan, come on you - the blonde points to the boy, leaving me more relieved that he is not another stranger. - you will lift her up and give her impulse to fall on her feet on the other girls - Dylan agrees, approaching me.

- Ready? - he smiles and I don't avoid doing the same.

- I always am - I say, fixing my skirt.

- Now! - Mia speaks loudly and I straighten up in front of Dylan, looking at the stands, seeing everyone waiting.

I focus on a specific point when I feel my body rise in the air quickly, Dylan threw me up and grabbed my feet, showing that he has a great balance and physique.

I take a deep breath, looking at Cantrall who devours me with her eyes even though her expression is closed. I close my eyes and open them quickly when Dylan gives me the perfect impulse to make the spin in the air until I fall on the hands girls, who hold my hands quickly while I keep myself balanced on their legs.

I hear applause coming from the players and the people in the stands, then Dylan approaches, holding me by the waist and putting me on the floor.

- thank you - I smile in gratitude, running my hand over my forehead.

Doing this always gives me a big cold in my stomach.

- you were amazing, you will definitely rock on the day of the game - Dylan says, handing me a small towel.

- I say the same about you, I'm sure you'll make our school win once again - I dry my face, feeling my skin heat up, making me look at the stands.

I frown not seeing Kylie on the spot, but I shrug my shoulders and move away from Dylan, going to the locker room before the girls.

- On one thing I have to agree with your little friend - I turn back, seeing Cantrall look at me from top to bottom.

- you were really a show - I don't know why, but her words make me happy.

- Thank you, Cantrall - I look at her and turn my face quickly, going to my locker.

- I don't like the way he looks at you - I hear her firm voice behind me, but I don't turn around and keep changing clothes. - and you why do you care, are the rumors really true? - her voice carries pure sarcasm.

I try to keep quiet, take a deep breath, but it's almost impossible when someone comes to take away your peace with unnecessary things.

- it must be, Cantrall - I close the locker with a little force, turning to her.

- in addition to giving it to you, I give it to other teachers and students, I'm the whore of the school, do you still suspect that? - I approach her in heavy steps, tired of these false accusations. - you make me eager - I spit the words, keeping my gaze heavy on hers , which doesn't even falter.

- I changed my mind, you'll reinforce every day - she slams her tongue, leaving me confused about what is talking about it now.

- whatever, Kylie, just leave me alone!

- I pass by her, bumping into her arm.

I snort, leaving the locker room, not caring about waiting for Ruby. Now I have to go to math class and sleep.
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When I enter the house, I see that my father is in the kitchen preparing something, since the good smell invades my nose, making my stomach rumble.

I leave the backpack in the corner of the living room and approach the marble countertop in the kitchen, watching the man pour the white sauce on the pasta.

When the man finally notices my presence, he smiles without taking his eyes off the pot. I'm still confused by the things that are popping up in my mind, feeling nauseous just thinking about his touch.

- Did you remember that you have a house, my daughter? - his voice sounded firm, making me feel a headache.

But what the fuck is happening to me?

- I prepared your favorite dish - he leaves the pot on the table and goes around on the grandstand.

- it looks delicious - I smile, without looking at him, something inside me prevents me from looking at him.

- Aren't you going to hug your father? - I glance at it, seeing him approaching with open arms.

I look down, feeling a discomfort hit me and an urge to vomit rise, but there is no way to escape, so his arms manage to surround my body, turning to him.

I swallow dryly, feeling his hand go down my back, in a strange way that bothers me.

I feel the craving again and try to push him, feeling his grip getting stronger.

- Dad, I'm going to throw up! - I speak loudly, making him let me go.

I don't even look at his face, I just run to the downstairs bathroom and kneel in front of the toilet, putting everything out.

I hear his steps behind me and I feel weak, my vision becomes blurred and again flashes of a horrible night invade my mind, leaving me groundless with the screams I remember.

- Hey, hey, what's going on? - I feel his hands go up and hold my hair. - Are you pregnant? I hope you didn't do that stupidity, Malia Baker - his voice is thick and cold, making me tense.

- I'm not pregnant! I take all the damn medicines possible! - I say in a morgado way, resting my forehead on my arm. - I just wanted to understand what's going on - I sigh, and hear him scratch his throat.

- I can't take you to the hospital, your mother works there - he says, more to him than to me, making me strange why I can't see my mother.

- I need to have lunch, I haven't eaten since yesterday - I get up, flushing and going to the sink to brush my teeth.

Through the reflection of the mirror, I can see my father analyzing me, with his fingers caressing the gray beard, thinking of something.

- Where were you last night? - he asks seriously, making me distressed for answering.

- I had gone to tutoring class, but I ended up sleeping at Ruby's - I lie, passing by him.

- all right, next time let me know - he says, following me to the kitchen.

In a few minutes, I was already with the plate with pasta on the counter, on the other side of my father, looking at the food without a shred of desire to insert it.

- you need to eat, Malia, your body is getting too weak - he says, looking at me while taking the fork in his mouth.

I'm so bothered by being in the same environment as him, I need to meet my mother and answer questions that are killing me.