Up In Flames [Original Story] ✓

What a date

"I need you to let me in." June repeats, sadness and fear laced with her words.

After my breakdown in the middle of nowhere, I walked home. My head hung low, my knees were scraped, my face was red, my eyes were puffy and my whole body hurt. My head hurt, it was still pounding. My legs hurt, but they were no longer bleeding. My arms ached.

I didn't answer. Again.

We had been at this for at leats one hour. She kept asking, insisting for me to talk to her but I gave no answer. I don't think I could even if I tried. My throat felt like it was closed.

My dad hadn't arrived home, but I had no doubt June had texted him about the situation, or the little she knew of it. My dad wasn't the best person when it came to helping someone, being that he wasn't very good at it himself. When my mum passed away he locked himself away for weeks before realising he had to be strong for me. I guess I inherited that from him.

"Please babe, you don't have to talk just let me in." June persisted. I hear her sigh and then a thud. She was sitting outside my door. Waiting.

"You know I'm not going to move, so it's better you open up."

I get up, using the little strength I have and drag myself towards the door. I open it and fall slowly, using to the wall to help me lower myself. I put my head on June's shoulder and she brushes my hair using her fingers.

She didn't have much makeup on and she looked normal. Real. It was a rarity to see her like that. Her hair was in a fish braid but pinned up in a bun style, with a simple pink flower hairpin. She had a pink top on, like a tank-top hoodie and black jeans. Her pink shoes were branded or anything, just simple and comfortable. She had her headphones on her neck and her phone was laying on the floor next to her.

"Whenever you're ready." And for a long time, I'm not, so we just stay there, in silence.

Then, for what feels like an eternity, but in reality was about an hour, later I speak up.

"I feel betrayed and conflicted." I say, my voice raspy forcing me to clear it up.

"Why?" June asks softly.

"Akiro he..." I trail off, not sure how to say this. Maybe because saying it is admitting it to myself. Maybe just because it hurts to say anything at all.

"Did he cheat on you?" June says, sounding apologetic.

"We, we weren't even dating." I take a deep breath.

"Not officially sure, but it was like an unspoken thing." She reasons, instead of just saying 'you were totally in for him.' like she was thinking.

"Maybe..." I trail off, biting my lip.

"What did he do?" She twists a bit, forcing me to change my position from her shoulder to my head laying on her lap.

"Not what he did, more like what he didn't tell me." I'm not trying to be cryptic but I can't help myself.