*Skye's POV*I haven't talked to Alex in a while now. I lost track of the days after two weeks. I do get what he was trying to say, we aren't and weren't together. So why did it hurt so much?
I've been keeping busy. Waking up, going to school, coming home, putting Siena to sleep, sleeping myself and then repeat. Joel has tried to connect and talk with me but I won't do it. I don't want to talk to him. Or Alex. Or anyone really. Except my daughter.
"Siena! Are you ready to go to the park?" I laugh.
"Yes mummy" She says running in the room and hugging me.
"Oh I love you" I smile lifting her up and placing her on my hip. "You are mummy's world you know that right?"
"Of course silly" She says kissing me.
"I'm not silly! Come on let's go play"
These were the moments that I had to remember. Not the moments determined by a boy.
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My favourite piece of equipment to play on at the park as a child was always the swing set. I was and still am deathly afraid of heights. But something about swinging up as high as you could, you felt so free. A bird in the sky. I wanted Sienna to feel like that one day; free and weightless.
Playgrounds have modernised a lot since I was younger and I don't know if that's such a good thing. Something about a slide, a swing and occasionally if you were lucky some monkey bars, was enough to make the trip down to play so much fun. And now all these new equipment being introduced, have they lost sight of what was important?
Maybe. But seeing my little girl enjoying herself and having the widest grin planted on her face as she plays, is enough to make anyone believe the inevitable.
That smile alone lights up my pitch black life.
"Alex" I hear her giggle.
I really need to talk to her about that. Imaginary friends may need to be discussed sooner than I thought.
"Heey Siena"
Wait, this imaginary friend talks now?
Looking over from my book to where she was sitting, of course the real and living Alex had to be there. Why here of all places?
She wasn't too far away so I was still able to hear what was being said if I listened hard enough.
"Is your mum around?" He said smiling to her.
Please Siena don't do it.
"She's sitting over there" She said pointing to the bench I was sitting on.
Of course. Can't blame a two year old though can I?
"Hi" He said approaching me.
"Mm" I mutter back.
"Can I sit here?"
"Do what you want Alex."
He sat next to me and I shuffled further away.
"Birdy come on. I'm sorry" He whimpers.
"No you don't get to apologise! I've had enough of you!" I say packing away my book in my bag and standing up.
"Please give me one minute" He pleads grabbing my wrist.
"One minute" I sigh sitting back down.
"I was scared"
"Real funny. I'm leaving" I scoff.
"I'm serious. I was scared. I still am. I'm falling for you Birdy. I was scared that if I let myself do that and be open for you, I'd get hurt. I've been hurt before and it sucks. I couldn't let myself lose or hurt you. I wanted to try to stay away, I did try. But I just couldn't. I'm sorry. Forgive me please."
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The Badboy's Daughter
Teen FictionWe all have that one person in life that we hate, but mine exceeded the category. Alex Anderson. Westview High's most beloved badboy. A nerd like me and someone like him would never mix or interact or so I thought. When my best friend Joel decided i...