I ran out as fast as I could slamming the door on my way out.
How could Ronnie do this? My best friend, my rock, my favorite person in the world, just left me. He was always the one to say that I was to good for him, and now he's saying I'm not good enough for him? I do think that, I don't think I'm good enough for Ronnie. I think that he is far to good of a person to ever want to be associated with me.
But how could someone so good, nice, forgiving, and incredible simply break my heart like that?
I got home and sprinted to my room.
"Layla! Where have you been?" Frankie asked.
With tears streaming down my face I ignored Mikey and Frankie's questions and slammed the door and locked it. I flopped on my bed and cried into a pillow. I didn't just cry, I sobbed and screamed. I screamed until Mikey and Frankie found a way to open my door and comfort me.
They didn't know why I was crying or what had just happened, but they were there. Maybe these were the only people I could truly rely on.
My eyes fluttered open and the bright sun was gleaming directly into my eyes. I felt a tight grip around my shoulders as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
"Go back to sleep, it's Saturday," A familiar voice said softly.
I obeyed and went back to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
The boy in the window
Teen FictionLayla is just a lonely girl. She has some friends, but the only people she can truly rely on is her cousin Mikey, her brother Frankie, and her best friend Ronnie. But when a mysterious boy moves in next door curiousity takes over. She gets thrown in...
