Chapter 12

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~ Marlee's Point of View ~

My mother was SO frustrating! I didn't even do anything wrong! well.. I DID go over to a boys' house and spend the night... AND ate lunch with him while I was grounded but still. she needed to trust me.

"Marlee come here for a minute." my mother knocked on my door. those are never good words coming from a parent.

"yes?" I asked opening my door to her.

" can I come in?"

"um sure?" It was only my room.. not a strangers house.

"look I'm sorry I was so hard on you, I just don't want you to get hurt..."

"mom, I'm not going to get Hurt." was I? this was my first 'relationship' with a guy.

" honey.. I want to tell you Something. Before I found your father, There was a boy named Kevin. He was like this boy.. Sam of yours. he started by following me and somehow or another we became a couple. But one day.. he used me and left the next day. I was heartbroken."

Geez mom. slut much? I always thought she was the goody-goody of her class. guess not.

"gee mom I'm sorry for you.. but Sam is different." was he? yes. no? I don't even know.

"no honey, he's not. thats why I told him he can't ever see you again."

WHAT!? no. no. he was so nice and things were starting to go really well.

"MOTHER HOW COULD YOU!?" I was in tears now. why?

"I'm sorry sweetheart. But I know how this love story ends."

"No! no you don't! Leave me alone! why can't you trust me!?"

I got up and ran to the bathroom my eyes streaming with tears now. my mother ruined my first chance of having a love life.

~ Sam's Point of View ~

What is Marlee doing?

Is she okay?

Where is she?

I can't stop thinking about her. Right now I'm laying on my bed thinking about her.

what's wrong with me? why does Marlee exist. she's ruining my life. It's like an adult waving candy in front of a child's face. It's right there and I'm trying but I can't get it.

"you love her sweetheart" my mother had told me this morning after Marlee had left.

did I love her? its possible

I was freaking out by now. Was Marlee okay? was the main question that was nagging on me

I tried to go to sleep but I couldn't. I had to know that her mother wasn't beating the life out of her. her mother wouldn't do that. right?

great. another question to think about.

•••••

Morning finally came and I jumped out of my restless sleep right at 6:00 am.

I hope she was awake. I am going over to visit her and make sur- wait. I cant see her. I'm not allowed.

'stupid asshole' my conscience said to me.

wait. wasn't today Monday? yes. it was. I can visit her at school without her mother knowing.

I got dressed and headed out of the door.

~ Marlee's Point of View ~

Great. I have school today. what a great way to help my tiredness and sadness.

I groggily got dressed into Hollister jeans and a turquoise striped tank top and did my make up. As I walked down the stairs, Greg was packing his backpack and my mom was making pancakes.

"hello Marlee" she said to me.

I put my hand up and slightly waved. I had chosen on giving her the silent treatment.

I grabbed 2 pancakes and sat down to eat. Phineas and Ferb was on.

I was trying with all my might not to cry.

he's not coming back. my conscience reminds me. I hate her so much. Even though I knew he wouldn't come back. He's to good of a guy.

I walked up to my car and looked around my cull de sac in search of a white pickup truck. no luck.

I drove to school with the music on quietly as background noise.

I parked, and reached back into my car to grab my backpack.

"hello beautiful" a voice said behind me.

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