Forever

Chapter 8

Should I come in? Is Jake already home? Well, there's only one way to find out. I get into the house and there's nobody home.

"Aunt Natalie? Are you here?" I call my aunt, but there's no answer. I go to my room and change my clothes. I wonder where she is... Usualy, she's home all day, well, she was when I used to come here with my mother. I hear the door opening and rush toward the living room.

"Hi, what's up?" Jake says while entering the room. His cheeks are red, he must be freezing.

"Hi, I'm sorry I didn't wait for you, I was really bored and you were in the class..." I begin my apologising, but he cuts me off.

"It's okay, don't worry." he says and smiles at me. "Did you have a nice walk?" he changes the subject. Thank God, I'm not in the lying mood. And the worst thing is that I don't even know why am I lying.

"Yeah, I guess..." I say and seat on the couch. "Where's aunt Natalie?" I change the subject before he can ask me about some details from the walk.

"I don't know, probably at her friends house.. Do you need her for something?" he says while takeing off his jacket. He throws it on the sofa and seats next to me.

"No, I was just wondering where she is." I say and he turns the TV on. Oh no, it's a football match.

"Oh, great! I got on time, they are starting just now!" Jake says in excited tone. I don't get why the boys like football that much. It's so stupid to me, some guys chasing the ball like some dogs or something. "There's nothing better than a good football match, right?" he asks and I bite my tongue so I don't tell something I shouldn't say.

"Yeah, sure. That's just amazing." I say a little bit slapy but, he doesn't seem to notice. His eyes are forced toward the televisor. I don't know how long I've been looking at him, but I look away when I hear the door opening again.

"I'm home!" aunt Natalie announces and walks into the living room. Her nose is red and her voice is different than yesterday. I think that she might be crying. Fuck! Don't tell me that she was crying because of my words this morning! Ou fuck.

"Aunt Natalie, are you OK? Is there something wrong?" I ask before I can stop myself. What the fuck is wrong with me? How can I ask her that when I was the one to hurt her this morning.

"Sure, I'm fine. It's just so cold outside, I think it's going to snow tonight." she answers and leaves the room before I can say anything else. I look toward Jake and he looks like he didn't even notice that his mother was in this room. His eyes don't move from the TV, he doesn't seem to notice anything else but that football game. Boys, I guess I'll never get them.

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I've been lying on this bed for two hours, unable to sleep because it's too early and there are just too many things in my head that don't let me sleep. I think about my new school, my new 'friends', about Zayn... I haven't seen him since he drove me home last Monday. And I didn't stop thinking about him since then.

Fuck, it's so cold in this room. I guess that heat is broken. How do they live in this house? It's falling apart!

When I moved in here a week ago I didn't notice many things here. I was too distracted with my own problems so I can pay attention to problems of the other people. My small room is much different now than just a week ago. I put some posters on the walls and decorated my shelves. The picture of my mother is placed on my desk, like it used to be in my old room.

I miss her so much... Sometimes I really need her, to help me and support me, but I'm alone. I don't have anyone to help me. I remember that she used to tell me: 'If you have only one person you can trust, you are not alone.'. Well, then I guess I'm alone.