Harry cancelled on me.
Apparently, something direly important came up. I'd been waiting for him the whole morning. He told me he'd take me out to have a few milkshakes to ease my 'trauma' he believed was caused by Daniel. I was still numb to what happened the night before. The guy I once cared for transitioned into a monster right infront of my eyes. All familiarity vanished... and Daniel was suddenly a complete stranger to me.
"Hello," My mother waved a hand infront of me. "Helena Lilan, are you there?"
"Huh?" My eyelashes batted rapidly for a moment. "Yes?"
"You didn't hear a thing, did you?" She sighed, cupping a green apple in her hand.
I straightened myself up as I sat at the kitchen counter. I actually didn't hear anything she was saying. My train of thoughts went back and forth from last night's occurrence... to Harry.
I felt like a massive loser for missing him so badly already when I'd just met him last night. But I couldn't help it. New, stronger feelings for him arose - I was constantly being pestered by thoughts of wanting to hold hands with him... and just simply feeling his warmth. The effect Harry had on me began to frighten me.
"Your father was right all along, wasn't he? He warned you about David." My mother avowed.
"Daniel." I corrected. "I don't want to talk about it anymore, mum. I already feel like crap."
"Alright." She watched me roll an orange around on the counter and heaved a sigh. "Don't be too hard on yourself though, Hel." She flashed a half-smile at me before skipping over playfully and wrapping her arms around me, attempting to lighten up my mood.
"Lindsey is present!" The bubbly blonde yelled from outside. Lindsey and I were going for a jog around our neighbourhood since Harry ditched me to be somewhere else.
"Ah!" Aunt Vivian let out a piercing shriek and dropped Jelly Bean from her hands.
"It's alright, Aunt Vivi, she's my friend!" I said as I rushed to the entrance door. My aunt had severe anxiety after her rough break up and the littlest things would make her jolt into mania.
"O-kay..." Lindsey's eyes widened as she arched an eyebrow. "Your door's unlocked, but I'm not coming in. Took me forever to get my brother's dirty running shoes on and I'm not taking them off! Let's get going, Helena!"
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Lindsey and I had matching sweatshirts on, except mine was a darker shade of grey. My running shoes were almost worn out not because I jogged in them all the time, but because I had been completely inactive for such a long time. There were a few small holes in the sole created by mice and the red colour had faded.
"Atleast you have running shoes. Mine belong to my brother." Lindsey chuckled as she bustled by my side.
"We're so pathetic." I laughed, using my fingers to move away the stray strands of hair that had escaped from my swaying ponytail.
"Hey," Lindsey called. "We've passed the houses of Linda, Niall, Beet, Charmaine and... Vince."
"Funny how everyone at school lives so close to each other. Gripleville's so small."
"It's also funny how Josh used to live so close to Polly." She added as we took a slight turn and began to jog along Bington Street - Polly's vicinity. "He's the baby daddy, isn't he?"
"Used to...?"
"Josh moved, remember?"
"What?"
