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Unravelling The Truth II

The picture ^^ basically shows three characters-
Max Wilder
Jienna Wilder (The girl in the middle) and
Gillian Wilder (the lady with the black hair)
Now that everyone has been introduced time to move on to the chapter :)

Jienna's POV
I was walking. Walking down the road that lead to the apartment our family owned. I wouldn't have come this far. I wouldn't have had the courage to go back home. It's funny how people in your life help you in weird ways. With a small smile I recalled the episode that happened in school.

"So you're really going?" Gon faced me and for the first time I found myself hesitating just a little bit. We were like any two teenagers standing in the entrance of the school building. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and he was trying to maintain that strained smile, that creates cute creases in his forehead. His eyes danced about here and there, as if trying to capture a single element of the beautiful sunny day today, but missing the little aspects of it every single time. I wondered how I missed his high cheekbones and the abnormal way in which his thick black hair sticks out in every direction possible, just adding extra adorable points. For the first time I caught myself wondering, if he thinks like that about me. I shook my head with a small smile of my own. "Ya. I'm going. But just in case the talk goes bad? Do you think I'll be able to crash at your place again?" Gon released a hearty and genuine chuckle from his parted lips and I joined in. "Of course!! Any time!! My dad and me just can't maintain the house. My dad is certainly going to miss you"
"Well at least tell Ging-San to learn a little bit of cleaning" another chuckle and it sucks to have have to turn away from his laugh. I turned away anyway. Cause I knew. I knew that if I didn't then I wouldn't want to go. Wouldn't want to leave his side. I flashed one last smile on his direction and turned back as I waved goodbye. I was just expecting a good natured bye from him but he did something I did not expect. He caught my hand and turned me around. Time seemed to slow down as his face came dangerously close to mine and all I could do was stare at him with wide eyes. His breath fanned my neck which made the hair on my neck stand up. I never noticed how lost I got in his innocent chocolate brown eyes, which were staring at me intently, with a playful twinkle in his eyes. He brushed my hair gently behind my ear and whispered "Good luck" in my ear. I could feel my face heat up and I suddenly felt so light headed. He stepped away and gave me a wink. I could faintly make out a slight pink hue on his high cheek bones and smiled to myself as I returned his smile, already looking forward to coming back again.

I looked down on the road and noticed that I was almost there. Recalling that memory boosted my confidence as I rung the doorbell. I stood in front of the door, fiddling with my fingers and twisting my legs in the same position. The moment the door opened, all my momentary hatred fled, as I saw my mother standing at the door, tears ready to flow from her eyes. Her eyes widened when she saw me and I took a step back. She no longer stared at me with harsh and cold eyes. She looked at me as if she cared. And that, was all I've ever wanted. And I don't know if I'm happy now that I got it. I got to see how she was so sad without me. "Jienna!! God I didn't know where you were. I was so worried.." She hugged me and suddenly my heart was filled with warmth. It's been a long time since I felt her warmth, since I felt her small yet firm hands embrace me, since I inhaled the comforting smell of her shampoo which I could smell on her jet black hair. I'd missed all of that. She pulled back and her hazel eyes filled with sadness made me feel guilty. I regarded her as coldly as I could and barged into the house, my mother coming in behind me. "Jienna where where you?"
"I was at a friend's place. Didn't dad tell you?" Silence. I turned towards her and she turned away scanning the floor. The room still had the pungent odor of liquor which made me want to throw up. I covered my nose in disgust and looked at my mother who had calmed down to a certain extent. "You'll be staying here.. Right?" She asked in a shaky voice. It still rattled my conscience and my very being that she sounded like that. It was as if someone took away something so precious and now it can't be returned. I kept quiet and looked down. I really didn't know if I was going to go back to Gon's place or stay here. I was tempted to leave even now, but I knew I had work here. "I... I have to talk with you" and then a look of utter despair filters into her face like she just doesn't want to have that conversation. Like I'm tearing her insides out. I've never told anyone, but my dad once called my a sadist because I said some really bad things. I screamed at both of them to feel pain. To feel the pain of being hated and ignored. The hell of the feeling of loneliness that gives you nightmares in the night and is forever just one of those unfortunate loyal friends that wants to stay with you forever. Maybe he was right.