Young Love Lost

Chapter Ten

Riley's POV

I never meant to hurt anyone. Yeah, okay. I know, it doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't matter that Jill will never have the chance to marry Cal, or me have a normal life.

I was sitting in the room again. This damn room, I had no idea why they kept me here. Wasn't I supposed to be in solitary confinement or something? I sighed, and let my hands mask my horrid face. What the hell. What in the fucking hell was I doing here?

My door whipped open and I instantly looked over to the police figure. It was god damn Hunting. Why was this kid always here, huh? I bet he was hitting on Jill the whole time; he was a disgusting pig. It's not like Jill would see that though, she's too nice for that. She's always been too nice.

"Hey sick-o, ready to watch a home video?"

I looked at him with fierce eyes. I wish I had that gun right now...so I could just smash his brains out.

"Go the fuck away, Hunting," I scoffed.

He just laughed at me and slid the DVD into the nearby television. I tried to look uninterested while he was here, but I couldn't help what they would try to guilt me into this time. It's not like I was going to tell them anything helpful. Those families would be just as depressed whether I said something or not.

Hunting left, glancing at me with mild interest as he did. This made me even more interested in what they had set up for me. Last time, they had put in a video of the victim's home videos of when they were younger, and 'happier'. I didn't even care two shits last time. Why should I feel sorry for them, when I never got the happy childhood they were privileged with?

I sat back in my chair, sighing as I did. So many things ran through my mind, most of them surrounding Calvin and Jill. I touched my lips, reminding myself of how much I had wanted to kiss her all these years and finally did. It still didn't bring a solid smile to my face when I thought of all the crying Jelly had done. It kind of offset the whole kissing experience.

The worst part was seeing Calvin in her eyes every time I saw her. I would just look into those green eyes and wonder what could've been, and what was wrong with me.

The DVD clicked and I snapped out of my mindless thoughts, focusing on the 'home movie'. Instead of what I thought would be another victim's life story I watched what seemed to be a police tape. It was my mother...just sitting in a room whispering to herself.

Rage built up inside of me as I looked at the woman who ruined my life, every part of her I wanted to hurt.

I could hear bits and pieces of the words. Mostly I heard, "That damn girl...how could she do this?"

My mom, Thelma, was a maniac who blamed everything on Jill. It was like Jill was a reflection of what she wanted to be. She was always saying how she was prettier than Jill, at her age. Which I found to be quite ridiculous seeing how I was in love with Jill. And yet, my mom insisted on blaming her for every upset in her life. I so wished my dad could just buck the hell up, and show up in my life now.

It'd be nice if he could just tell me how much of a screw up I was just so I could hear it out loud from someone I knew. My mom had said nothing, and told me how I was her 'baby', and whatnot. Come on, it was total bullshit. Jill had skirted around the topic with me, and the only one who would straight out say it was Hunting, which didn't faze me too much.

I watched now, as Jill entered the room. My whole body stiffened at her ghostly appearance. Her whole body looked defeated, and her eyes were drooping. Still, she looked at my mother like she had any other time when we were growing up. She had no pity on her face, and her careless demeanor showed strength.