Don't Fall In Love!

Chapter 61: Don't

Wow, I suck so bad at emotional parts, but this time I will try my very best!!!!

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I yawned and opened my eyes as I stretched, the first thing I saw was the familiar painting of a girl with fruits on her basket, and I knew I was still on the living room.

I looked around to see Ezreal's dark brown eyes, they were so bright since the sun was reflecting in his eyes. He smiled at me, fixing himself so that I was leaning on his chest.

"Ez..." I smiled, "G'morning,"

"Mornin," he greeted with a childish smirk. "How's our beauty sleep?"

I scoffed, "Well, yeah, that would be great if I wasn't ugly,"

"If you're ugly, then I wanna be ugly too." He said chuckling, "And everyone would be looking at us like 'damn those are the ugliest people on earth' but in the most jealous way, because we're uglier than them."

"That doesn't make sense to me but," I paused, giggling, "That is one example of a lame motivation."

"Yeah," he looked down, smiling. "But guess who's going to be a happy dog?"

"Is it you? Or Trex?" I asked sarcastically as he took time to analyze what I said, and when he did he just pretended that he got stabbed in the heart as he placed two hands on his chest.

"How dare you." He said, as I laughed harder. "You know what? You're getting forty, forget about twenty."

"Not gonna happen,"

"You suck at keeping promises," he frowned, offering a hand as I took it, "C'mon now, you need to keep your promise."

Actually, I was about to get my first lice which was freaking huge and gray, but he stopped me, and said he would give up everything to see me get a parasite from his dog but he had to go somewhere, as he remembered.

So Vars and I left his house as soon as after having lunch, he gave me a ride to the house then left after a quick goodbye.

It was late afternoon, the sky was already orange, indicating for a soon sunset.

And that was when I took a few steps to the house, I heard a loud shattered sound inside, so I rushed only to find my mother laying on the ground.

Sleeping unpeacefully, she was, and dad stood beside her body, holding a broken bottle of beer, looking down at Sam, and his wailing told me that dad was threatening to hit the bottle on his head, so I came to rescue.

"The fuck you doin'!" I took the bottle from his hand, throwing it away as far as possible.

"Get outta here, Rachael," he said, he obviously tried to be calm, but every word his voice was raising.

"What have you done?!" I kneeled down, tucking mom's hair out of her face, as blood rolled down her forehead. "You should've never came back!"

"Shut up!" He said, kicking me on my chest, but that didn't make me move away from mom.

"Sam," I looked at him, who was completely devastated and horrified, "Call the police," I mouthed.

He hesitated to stand up as he eyed dad first, then running as fast as he could to the living room, grabbing the telephone and dialing the numbers.

"Oh no you won't," Dad shuffled his lazy feet across the room, but he was so slow and clumsy that I managed to tackle him down the floor.

"Why the heck are you doing this?"

"Why the heck were you ever born?" He spat, as I lost my energy, "You and that gay little brat should have never been born, you are all useless and bargains up to our asses, I've been so fed up after all these years and now I found it enough, you should all die already you little crap!" He said as he raised his hand, acting to slap me but mom's hand grabbed him.