Unwanted

Chapter 13

Betrayal. Some people say you get used to it the more it happens to you, but do you truly? I don't think so, I believe it hurts equally as much as it did the first time. No matter how many times you get betrayed, it always hurts.

Chapter 13

After waking up last night with the nightmare and seeing Jared like, that, I couldn't fall back asleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw him. His angry face, and his eyes. I always woke up with a start. So I ended up not going back to sleep. It was 4:00am when I stayed up, and it was Wednesday, meaning I had to go to the shelter today. But I lied in bed until 8:00am, just staring at the ceiling.

I groaned and rolled over in my bed to sink my head into the pillows. I wanted to sleep, but I knew that wouldn't happen, so instead I rolled over to the end of the bed and threw my legs over the edge. I felt like a zombie, and I bet I looked like one too.

I walked into my bathroom and looked into the mirror, of course I was right. My eyes had black bags underneath them and my eyes were bloodshot-due to the lack of sleep- and to top it all off, my hair was a mess.

I sighed and took out my hair from the bun. I brushed my hair out and threw it into a ponytail, nothing fancy. I didn't know what to do about my eyes, so I just splashed some water on my face and dried it off with a towel.

I started humming a song, that came to mind when I saw Jared last night, while walking into my walk-in closet.

"Honey colored eyes"

"Turned to dark dark nights"

"A beating heart of gold "

"Turned to a heart of stone. "

I continued singing while getting dressed into some black leggings and a loose T-shirt.

"You hold me when I cry "

"But you always seem to go"

"Honey colored eyes"

"Turned to dark dark nights"

I started tying some tennis shoes on my feet while I finished singing.

"Thunder and lighting in the sky "

"You hold me when I cry "

"But you'll leave when I deny"

"Honey colored eyes that turned to dark dark nights......"

I didn't usually sing, but when I felt like I couldn't say something, I usually sang it to myself. I loved singing, but I never took any lessons.

I internally groaned when I saw the time, 10:00am. I was suppose to be at the shelter in half an hour, and I still hadn't asked my mom to drive the car.

I walked to my door and open it then closed it behind me. Taking a deep breath I walked up the stairs to my moms bedroom.

When I reached my moms bedroom door, I knocked once. When I received no answer, I knocked again.

"Come in." I heard a tired voice on the other side.

I slowly opened the door to see my mother lying on her bed, she looked tired, but not drunk. That's a first, I thought.

"Hi mum." I muttered, looking anywhere but her.

"Yes Nicole? Did you need something honey?" She asked tiredly. Honey? I couldn't remember the last time she called me that. Maybe she's getting better!

I looked up at her face hopefully, to see her already looking at me sadly. Regret and sadness invaded her features. I wondered what she regretted?