Chapter 21
Nearly two weeks pass by and my life has just been filling so empty. All I've been doing is, going to school then work and right back home to lay in bed all day. Everyone close to me either ends up getting hurt or dead. And, I can't help but wonder if I'm cursed.
I know it sounds crazy, but there's not really another explanation for why this keeps happening to me. One question that I keep asking myself is, "Why me?". And honestly, I can't answer it myself.
Right now, I'm just at home cuddled up in my bed wondering when it'll all be over. The- *Knock* *Knock* There was knock on my door, "Go away." the door opened.
"Sorry-" It was Kalvin. "-I just wanted to see how you were doing?" I sat up and leaned up against my wall. "Do you mind?" He was pointing to my chair.
"No, go ahead." He sat down.
"...So, how are you doing?" I looked anywhere but at him.
"I'm okay."
"Hmm, I would say I believe you but I don't." I looked up at him.
"Well, what do you want me to say? That I'm overjoyed with happiness, that I'm glad to know the two most.." Tears started to flood my eyes. "People that-"
He came over to sit next to me. "I know, I know." Then pulled me into a hug, at first I didn't wanna hug him but I gave in eventually. "Just know, that whatever you need. I'm only one call away." When he said that, it honestly felt genuine.
The next morning I had a lot to do. One of those tasks were to trace my steps from that day. I know Robin, she's a fighter she wouldn't go out without a fight.
But, first I needed to convince my dad to let me go out by myself. Lately, Kalvin and my dad have been giving me rides to school and work.
I mean it's not that bad. It's just the overly protective thing, can really drive a girl crazy sometimes.
He was in the kitchen. "Hey, morning dad." He turned to look at me. Then smiled.
"Morning, sweetie. You and Kalvin going somewhere?" I had my jacket on ready to go out.
"..Look, I know-"
"Oh no, Michelle. We had a deal, you don't go out alone."
"But-"
"No, but's Michelle. Unless Kalvin or myself is driving you, then no." It's so annoying that they treat me like a child. Or as if I'm broken.
"Dad, I respect and appreciate that you want to protect me. But I'm 18 and you really can't tell me what to do anymore."
"Well, as long as you're living under my roof. You do as I say."
"Fine, then I won't live here." I turned around and proceeded to the door.
"Mickey." I grabbed my shoes and put them on. "Please don't do-" I left out before he could even finish what he was about to say.
"I'm sorry dad-" I whispered to myself. "-but I can't keep living in fear."
As I was on my way to the dress shop. I texted my dad, to reassure him I was okay.
Me: 11:07am
I'm alright, don't worry. Just gotta run a few errands.
Dad: 11:08am
Alright, just check up in with me from time to time.
Me: 11:10am
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