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Winter At Cabin, Year 9, Part 2. {Edited}

*Age 19. Winter, Year 9 at Cabin. Kloet's POV*

  I let out a groan and rubbed my eyes. Opening up my eyes I squinted and hugged my blanket. I don't want to get up, not after last night! I turned my head towards the window, the bright light of the snow shined through out my room. So pretty.

  Sighing I got up from my warm bed and picked out a pair of light washed skinny jeans that had some fake rips in them, a cream jumper, and my undergarments. I carried them on my right arm and walked into my bathroom, turning on the light and locking the door. Gonna have to get up anyways, might as well get it over with.

  I set my clothes on the counter and took a look at my appearance. My nose scrunched up in disgust, my hair was a mess, my cheeks were red and splotchy from crying, my eyes were red too. Ew. I let out a sigh and pulled off my clothes and got into the shower, taking a nice long shower. Feels so nice to take a break but I'm going to have to get out soon.

  Once I finished I slipped on my clothes and combed through my hair, putting it up in a hight pony tail.  I applied my make up. I put on a fake smile and walked out of the bathroom. I slipped on my fuzzy socks along with a round neck grey scarf. Just smile Kloet, just smile.

  Keeping my fake smile I let out a shaky breath and opened up my door. I peeked out the hall, no one was here. The must be downstairs. Slowly I walked down the stairs, looking down.

  "Kloet babe, I made sandwhiches, yours is in the fridge." Mum informed me, keeping her eyes glued on her phone, I nodded, still looking down and walked into the kitchen. I opened up the fridge and peered inside, picking up the plate of sandwhiches and pulled it out, setting it on the counter. God, all she ever does is use that damn phone! She never pays attention to me.

  I leaned on the counter and picked up the sandwhich and took a bite out of it, looking out the window. I ate half of the sandwhich and then left the rest. I put the leftovers in the fridge and drank a glass of water. I don't feel like eating, I feel sick.

  I walked back into the living room and sat across from Mum and stared at the blank TV screen. Why is no one downstairs? The halls were empty too.

  "W-where's Aunt Maura?" I asked her in a tiny voice and picked at my nails.

  "She's getting ready, Niall's up in his room. Aren't you going to go with him?" She asked me, her eyes still glued on her phone. I clenched my fist. Oh my god! This is so flipping annoying! She doesn't care about me at all, she already forgot last night?! She never remembers anything or pays attention to me!

  "Do you not remember last night?!" I growled at her, her head snapped up from her phone and she glared at me.

  "Don't growl at me." She warned. Why the hell shouldn't I?!

  "Why shouldn't I? You never listen to me or care about me! I just saw my boyfriend kiss another fucking girl infront of me last night and you don't even try to comfort me?! What a caring mother you are! I hate you! I hate Niall! I hate everyone, except Dad! I wish Dad was here, he would comfort me!" I snapped at her. I'm so fucking tired of her not paying attention or caring for me! I hate her and everyone else besides my Dad! She stood up and smacked me across the face. I screamed and gripped my cheeks tightly, looking at her with blurry vision. How could she?!

  "Don't you dare say that! You should love me, you should be kissing my feet! I worked my ass off for you after your Dad died! You don't even know what happened when he died! Did you know that he could've been saved but you would've died?! No, you didn't! I'm so tired of your constant whining! Just shut up and be happy! I should've just asked the doctors if he could've been saved instead!" She screamed at me. I stood there in shock, tears flowing down my cheeks. My head was spinning, this is too much for me. What?

  "What?" I gasped, stepping back. She opened her eyes and her hands fell to her side. The tears wouldn't stop falling down my cheeks.

  "Kloet, I'm sorry, just stop being a baby, okay? It's already too hard for me." She told me and turned around, walking up the stairs leaving me still in shock. What?

  "Kloet! Are you okay?" Niall's voice yelled, he ran down the stairs and hugged me tightly. Last night was still fresh in my memory. I pushed him off of me. Not now, dick. I still remember everything, you're not getting off the hook.

  "Stop it!" I yelled at him. God, I'm so fucking tired. This is too much for me all at once to handle.

  "But Kloet, I care!" He told me and tried to wrap his arms around me but I pushed him away again. Can't he stop the fucking act already?!

  "You don't care, Niall! You cheated on me, why would you care?!" I screamed at him, pushing at his chest again. No one cares.

  "Kloet, it's not like that..." He said, looking at me with glossy eyes. He's a good fucking actor but I'm not feeding into it.

  "Just shut the fuck up Niall! I hate you and no one can change that!" I screamed at him, pushing him again. No one, I hate you and always will. I always did when we were little, you just got me in your trap but now I'm out of it and I'm not going back in.

  "No one!" I yelled at him.

  "Don't you dare push him!" A voice yelled. I turned towards the voice, it was the girl Niall was making out with. I looked at Niall and back at the girl. Can't everyone just leave me alone?!

  "Fuck you!" I spat at them both and ran over to the door, quickly picking up my boots and ran out, Niall called after me but I ignored him. I ran through the snow and into the woods. Once I couldn't hear Niall anymore, I stopped and sat down on a rock, rubbing my feet. They were freezing. I pulled on my boots and stood up. I rubbed my arms and continued to walk, letting the tears spill. Why is it so cold?! Oh right it's the middle of winter and I'm in the fucking cold woods! I'm an idiot.

  My legs started to ache so I took a seat on the ground and leaned against the tree even though it was freezing. I put my hand over my face and continued to cry. This was too much for me, first Niall kissing the girl last night, then Mum's confession, and then seeing Niall again.

  No. I can't cry. I'm stronger than this, Niall is the wimp. Dad wouldn't want me to cry over a stupid boy, I need to be strong. But for Mum, I will have to just ignore her. I can ignore her for the rest of my life, right? I laughed at the thought and stood up.

  I'll just ignore Mum and be cold to Niall, as cold as winter.

  I let out a shaky breath and brushed off the snow on my jeans and started to walk back to the cabin.

  As cold and harsh as winter, that is how I will from now on be.

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