My Life

19. Things That Happened Between Me and His Mother

Fast forward and two weeks of holidays passed.

The week on which we started school, Chaol's mother got to know that Nicholas had been fired.

She wondered why for Chaol did not tell her anything and therefore came to school to ask the teachers on her own.

The day she came was on a Wednesday, and I was unlucky enough to bump into her that day just because I went out of class earlier than usual.

She even knew who I was named.

Apparently the untrustworthy teacher in charge told her about the report of us kissing and so she started to dislike me.

On that Thursday itself, Chaol told me that his mum found out about the report and wanted to see my parents.

I was so alarmed that I just asked for her phone number and called her on Friday night.

She told me that I should study and not focus on love, and she didn't talked over me when I wanted to talk to her. She said that Chaol was too young to know what is love.

Perhaps, but I can't stop hoping.

She also told me that Chaol did not tell her that I also went for the outing on 1st June and that she found it out on her own, which made her suspicious that there was something going on between her son and I.

Overall, she asked me to talk to him lesser so that the rumours will die down.

However, the next week after, she wanted to see my parents again. It was so bad.

I couldn't believe that she was another crazy adult. I kept trusting one adult after another and they're mostly just all the same.

I was so upset that I typed a very long passage for her.

Auntie Annie, can you keep this just between us?

I know you love your son. I know you want him to communicate with you. I know you want him to let you into his heart and tell you all his troubles, and it should be you who do all that.

I have no chance to do all that even if I want to. The truth is, he lets no one in. He is lonely. He needs you to understand him.

I can't understand him. I don't understand him. I'm no one to him. He doesn't care about me. You don't need to scold him for something he doesn't even do. He only wants the phone to play his games that's all, not to text me, not at all. Because he doesn't care about me. He doesn't. He doesn't even text me at night. He only plays his games. His girlfriend is the games, not me.

If you want to see my father it's okay. I did nothing wrong. I never did anything with him. It hurts when I get wrongly accused. But please don't see my father. He has enough to worry about. I love my father. I don't want him to worry. Especially about things that are not even true.

My life is already hellish as it is. I wish nothing will make it worse. Do you even understand how it feels like to be wrongly accused of something you didn't even do, and being blamed after that by your best friend? Yes, auntie, he blames me because you didn't give him his phone. It is a double betrayal. History repeated. His friend betrayed him, and he in turn, did not appreciate me. We have a deal to stand together and declare that we did nothing wrong, but does he do that? Never. As if we really did anything wrong.

I'm done with keeping quiet, not denying and letting people think that we really did something wrong.

He did not open up to me, as far as I know. He had became distant ever since the reports were made. But who was I to judge? Maybe he was scared. But, so scared that he can't even defend me when I'm being wrongly accused? So scared that he would only defend himself, and leave me to deal with his parents, alone?