Polar Opposites

Chapter 4

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Hey! This chapter is now dedicated to NayaPeters for voting, commenting, AND making the new cover! You are AMAZING!! It just means the world to me to know that someone actually might like this. I hope you enjoy this chapter, as I enjoyed writing it for you!

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Riley's POV

What the hell was that?

Aaron was acting so strangely...whatever he has such a poor attitude and outlook. Yet, today he was actually acting decent towards me. Usually, it was hard to even look him in the eyes without him flipping his shit. He's probably just tired. Yeah! That's it, he's just tired from last night.

I shrug and look back to Trevor smiling, he's already looking though so I just meet his green eyes.

I wait for him to finish yet he seems to have forgotten that he was just in the midst of speaking. "What were you saying Trevor?" I ask curiously.

He seems to snap out of some sort of trance, and looks around quickly and coughs "Oh-um- never- uh never mind"

I scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion. Everyone seems to be acting strangely today. It's probably just because school is starting tomorrow. Orientation is later today but I already have a copy of my schedule and my locker set up, so I have yet to decide if I'll stop by.

I emailed all my teachers briefly, because I love to stay ahead. While others are tense and uneasy, I can take my time to prepare. School is an important priority of mine and I tend to pride myself on good grades and a clean attendance record.

I am suddenly snapped out of my daydream when I hear my name being called. "RILEY" Trevor says waving his hand in front of my face.

"What? Oh sorry Trevor I was just thinking" I speak quickly.

He smiles "It's okay, well anyway I better get home. I'll see you at school tomorrow." He leans in with his arms out, but then pulls back and backs away realizing something, shakes his head and walks out mumbling to himself.

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I slowly creep through my front door, hoping to avoid the person who makes my life a living hell.

Growing up I had a great childhood. I had friends, family, and enough toys even Santa would be impressed.

Yet, as I grew with age, I had noticed my parents growing apart. They would argue, so often that whenever they were both off of work, it was inevitable for them to fight. 

The house would shake with the echoing sound of their voices screaming. Following this would usually be the sound of the front door slamming shut. My mother leaving repeatedly with not so much as a goodbye to me.

Granted, she would always return but it dawned upon me that at some point she wouldn't return. That day happened about a year and a half ago.

My father had turned to alcohol about 2 years ago, when I was around 15. The memories used to bring tears to my eyes, yet now I was somewhat numb.

I never would have thought my own father could lay a finger on me. The man who held me in the nursery, who dropped me off at the first grade, the man who is supposed to be there for me.

I understand why my mother left, but why couldn't she have brought me? I could never understand and there wasn't an excuse. Maybe I was acting immature towards the topic, there was possibly something else going on, but I just couldn't shake the feeling.

I am snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a heaving snoring coming from my fathers room. I exhale and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.

My father threw himself into his work when my mother left, not wanting to see me as a constant reminder. When he was home, he was too drunk and angry to function, so he would turn this anger towards me.

I slowly creep down the hallway passing his room and making my way into my own. I throw my bag to the floor, it landing with a thud. I walk across the hard wood floor and fall backwards onto my bed.

I close my eyes briefly, wishing I could just stay like this. To never see anyone or anything again, yet I know I have to get ready for tomorrow.

I groan, and leave my happy place walking to the closet. I stare at it for about fifteen minutes, my eyes slowly gliding back and forth. I then give up, and walk back to my bed crashing into the white sheets and quickly falling asleep.

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Hey hey hey! Hope you guys enjoyed this one. I liked it a little more because I typed it on my laptop. Please comment and vote I love reading and replying to them.

Also, I decided why not let's just do the questions. I would love if u guys answered also! Leave random questions, too so I don't run out lol.

Question- what's your name?
Answer- Anna