A Summer Romance

Chapter Fifteen - Skylar and Ryan

Chapter Fifteen - Skylar and Ryan

"Memories have to be our most painful blessing"

-Kanye West

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Skylar

"Ryan!"

I ran out of my bedroom in a pair of jeans and a towel wrapped around my torso.

"Yes cupcake?"

I walked into the living room with smoke blowing out my ears to see Ryan sitting on the ground with a smug smirk on his face. It took everything in me not to smack it off his pretty face.

"Where, the fuck, did you put all of my bras?" I questioned.

He smirked and shrugged, "I have no idea what you're talking about Skye." I was so pissed that I didn't even notice the skip of my heart that came with Ryan calling me Skye.

I groaned and flicked the back of his head and walked down the hallway into Ryan's room.

If I were a bra, where would I be?

This morning, when I decided to take a shower, I got a very disturbing text from her, saying that she was in town and that she was going to stop by today.

Right.

And I'm a purple monkey.

And then, when I decided to take a shower, Ryan took all of my bras and hid them under his bed.

After getting my clothes on and walking into the living room, I quickly yelled out; "Ryan Matthew Gray, you little asshole, I swear to god I will chop off your-"

I stopped, mid-sentence, when I saw them standing there in the doorway, looking at me.

Madelyn and my mother.

Five years ago:

When you leave home for the first time, whether its to college, or you move in with some friends or your boyfriends, what do most parents do?

They freak out, they make sure you have everything packed, have enough condoms and underwear, and call five times a day for a year.

You take that for granted and wish that it would just stop, and that she would learn that you had grown up.

But I didn't have that.

As I stood at the front of the airport's entrance with Luke and my mother, I couldn't help but become annoyed.

The entire way here, my mother kept yapping about missing Madi's softball tournament just to drive us to the airport.

Bitch.

My mother continued to play on her phone as Luke and I unloaded our stuff and I sighed. This was exactly what I expected to happen, my mother was never the caring or compassionate type. She was the more, cold hearted bitch type, which I had inherited from her.

After Luke and I took the remainder of our bags out of the trunk, we all stood in an awkward silence.

My mother sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, "Can I go now?"

My jaw clenched and it took everything in me not to scream out in frustration. "Sure. Go off to your favorite bitch."

My mother's face showed shock, and she narrowed her eyes at me, "What did you just say?"

I let out a bitter laugh and crossed my arms over my chest, "Oh...Now you listen to me."

"What are you talking about?"

I lost it.

I don't know what made me blowup; that my mother was leaving for my step-sister, or that she didn't even understand why I was angry at her. Or maybe both.

"What am I talking about? Wow. Where have you been for the past five years of my life, when I needed you the most? That's right. Off with your boytoy and his perfect little daughter. Every time I had something important, something always came up. A meeting, a last minute family emergency, or, Madi had something. She came before everyone else because she was your favorite, and the perfect daughter you never had. She was your favorite because you hate me."

My words were full of so much venom and hatred that I had started to cry. All the anger and sadness that I had held in for the past five years had come out there, in that moment.

I spun on my heels and walked through the airport toward security.

Luke and I walked through security and borded the plane in silence. He knew that if he talked to me, I would break down. And that couldn't happen.

When we landed in Florence six hours later, I had my music blasting and was playing candy crush to try and avoid any confrontation with Luke on the subject of my mother.

But when I got to the apartment Luke had bought an hour later, Luke asked how I was doing and I broke down. I told him everything from my dad to that morning when she forces me out of the house without as much as a goodbye from her new husband and daughter.

And that day, was the last day I talked to my mother, and the day that I officially changed.

For good.

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Ryan

Skylar looked like she had seen a ghost.

Her face had become white, her mouth agape, and her eyes glossed over, like she was thinking over a distant memory.

The older woman smiled and stuck out her hand, "Hello. I'm Claire."

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A/N:

Hey Wattpaders.

Wattpad is being stupid, and it messed a bunch of stuff up, so I'm sorry.

Until Then,

ForeverNotInLove