No Love, Just Hatred

Part 10

I was totally serious about staying with my aunt and uncle and not going with the blonde crew aka my parents. And my parents took me seriously.

My heart dropped a little. For some reason I wanted them to say, "oh, Rose, we couldn't leave you again. No, you have to come with us. Screw school! We'll teach you all you need." But I don't live in "this is what I want to happen" world. They left just as quickly as they came.

They don't deserve a daughter like me. I thought as I wiped away run away tears. They didn't even bother to take one last look at their all grown up daughter. Who needs them? Not me. Then why am I breaking out in sobs? Why did I want them to say that they love me? Why do I want them to love me? Why do I need their love? They make me feel so much hatred and sadness inside my heart. It hurts.

Just as I was about to close the front door, someone pushed it back open. Yup, you guessed it. (maybe not, who knows) it's Tristen. I was so shooken up with my violent sobs that I didn't care that Tristen had made me feel bad before with using the word love everytime we met up when I obviously hated the word. All I wanted from him now is to comfort me.

He looked like he was about to start crying along with me. I smiled a little, feeling a little glad to know he feels bad from me.

He cares for me.

He held out his arms. I assumed he wanted me to hug him. Of course I wanted to. I feel so cold being rejected by my parents for the second time. My immature young parents. I need warmth. I want to hear his heart beat.

It was so steady, unlike mine which beated rapidly and as I tried to calm down it fluttered because I realized I was hugging Tristen.

"I love you." I whispered...

No, I'm just kidding, I didn't say that. I just don't want to end things in tears.

"You're such a stalker." I whispered instead.

He laughed.