close to my dialling heart

65🌹crossroads of fear

🎶you could break my heart in two, but when it heals, it beats for you. I know its forward bit it's true.
I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to, when I'm lying close to someone else. You ate stuck in my mind and I cant get you out of it. If I could do it all again, I know I'd go back to you🎶
~Selena Gomez~
DOVE 🕊

The loud banging at my door jolted me awake, a sharp pain pulsing through my head. I hadn't slept all night, my thoughts tangled in everything that had happened at the party. Groaning, I dragged myself out of bed, pushing my messy hair back as I slipped my feet into my slippers. As I shuffled towards the door, I glanced at the wall clock-2 p.m. How had I slept for so long? Unlocking the door, I opened it to find Nana standing there.

She walked in, shutting the door behind her with a quiet click before tossing an envelope onto my bed. I stared at it, then at her. Her expression was a mixture of anger and confusion, though the anger dominated. My stomach knotted. Was I in trouble?

"Nana..." I started, though I had no idea what to say. I didn't understand why she was looking at me like that.

"Where were you last night?" she asked, her voice sharp.

I swallowed, unable to answer, the silence hanging heavy between us.

"You went out," she continued, as if confirming it to herself. "Christ, Dove, really?"

It was clear she knew. There was nothing I could say, no excuse that would fix this.

"You went out the moment I left, dressed like a desperate slut?" Her words sliced through the air, stinging. I told you she had bad words.

"That's not even the worst part," she spat, her voice trembling with anger. The tension in the room thickened as her eyes locked onto mine, sharp and unforgiving. "You have a boyfriend... covered in tattoos, and God knows what you're doing with him." Her chest rose and fell sharply, each breath heavy with frustration. She took a step closer, her presence filling the space, making it harder for me to breathe. "Is this what you've been up to all this time?" Her words were cutting, slicing through the thick silence.

I bit down on my lips, trying to steady myself, my fingers trembling as they curled into the hem of my shirt. My mind raced, but nothing came out-nothing that would make this better, nothing that could justify my actions in her eyes.

She paused, her narrowed eyes drilling into me as if searching for an ounce of guilt. "God, I don't even know what to say to you." Her voice cracked slightly, as though the words hurt her as much as they did me.

I swallowed hard, my throat tightening, but still, I said nothing. What could I say? Her disappointment was palpable, wrapping around me like a suffocating weight.

"Do you even know who he is?" Her voice dropped lower, carrying an edge that made my stomach churn. She leaned in slightly, her eyes hardening. "He's no different from the father you're so terrified of."

The words hit like a punch to the gut, each syllable landing with an undeniable truth that I had buried deep. I had known it all along, but hearing it aloud-hearing her compare him to the one man I'd spent my life avoiding-made it all too real. My heart clenched, and I looked away, trying to hide the sting behind my eyes.

"And let me tell you this," she said, her voice turning cold, final, like a door slamming shut. "You won't see him again. And you're not going back to that college."

Her words struck like a blow I hadn't seen coming, and the room seemed to close in on me. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as I stared at her, wide-eyed. My chest tightened, panic rising as the weight of what she was saying sank in. I could feel my pulse quickening, the shock freezing me in place.