Unwanted. Broken. Abused

Chapter 35

<Hope's p.o.v>

I backed away from the house, my eyes still glued to the front door and started to run in the opposite direction.

I ran as far away as I possibly could.

All the while, flashbacks playing through in my mind.

It was the definition of torture.

After about two hours of solid running, I collapsed to the ground in a puddle of exhaustion and tears.

I laybthere for about fifteen minutes, collecting myself, then I stood up and vigorously wiped my tears.

I straightened my posture, and calmly walked back to the care home.

I arrived there at about 4:15pm.

I opened the door and went to my shared room as if nothing were wrong.

I lay on my bed and tried to stop more tears flowing out.

The worst thing that could happen right now would be that I had a breakdown.

But that was not going to happen, I promised myself.

Then, Hana walked in and smiled at me.

I smiled back.

Everything is normal. Look normal.

I told myself.

Hana switched her phone on.

I grabbed a book and pretended to read.

I glanced up and noticed Hana was staring at me weirdly.

I furrowed my eyebrows at her.

"Why are you reading that book upside down?" My eyes widened and I looked down to see that I was indeed reading it upside down.

I cursed myself, and turned it around.

I then got a notepad and wrote;

I was experimenting

Hana laughed and muttered something about what a weird experiment that was, hut carried on tapping her phone nonetheless.

Then Rebecca walked in, looking flustered.

I smiled at her.

She frowned at me.

I frowned back

What was going on?

Then she spoke.

"Hope, can I talk to you for a second?" I nodded, then she looked at Hana, who was clearly planning to eavesdrop, "Alone."

Hana huffed and left the room.

"So, why was it that I got a call from Corey telling me that you had run off?" I frowned. Trying to, despite my blushing, act curious.

I shrugged, then grabbed my notepad.

Maybe he was playing a joke??

Rebecca just gave me a flat stare.

I shrugged innocently.

"Hope, he sounded genuinely worried on the phone!" She told me, irritation creeping into her voice.

He's a good actor?

I wrote, desperately.

"Hope. I understand if your embarrassed, but I'm always here to talk to! If its about your past, I can help you."

Anger was bubbling up inside of me.

She knew nothing about me, and she was pretending she knew eveything.

Well she didn't.

"Hope, please! If you need help--"

I never let her finish.

I cut her off by yelling.

"JUST SHUT UP, OKAY? DONT TRY TO PRETEND YOU KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ME. NEWS FLASH, YOU DONT. YOU DONT KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT ME AMD HERE YOU ARE PRETENDING THAT YOU DO. HERE YOU ARE CLAIMING THERES SOMETHING FUCKING WRONG WITH ME.

"SO WHAT IF I DID? ITS NOT LIKE IT MATTERS! YOU CANT JUST ASSUME I TRUST YOU ENOUGH TO SPILL MY BACKGROUND STORY TO YOU. I'VE ONLY FUCKING KNOWN YOU FOR TWO DAYS. NOT GET THE HECK OUT OF MY LIFE!" I finished, panting heavily, and I walked out the door to find Hana leaning against it.

She was wide-eyes with shock, but at that moment, I couldn't care less.

"Eavesdropping much?" I asked, with venom.

She just watched me as of I were some monster from under her bed.

Maybe I was.

I stormed out of the house without a second glance.