The Glo Up ~ Derek Luh

26

Shyanne's pov

What the hell?
Derek actually called me?

I heard a big thump outside my room, causing me to jump.
I placed my hand over my chest as I took in deep breaths.

I listened for other sounds but there was nothing.

I placed my phone back on the dresser before I slowly started making my way up to the door.
I listened intently, but still heard nothing.

I bit my lip before pushing my dresser away from the door.
I opened the door slowly before sticking my head out.

I gasped when I saw my step father on the floor.

I sighed and shook my head.
This isn't the first time he's passed out for drinking so much that he passed out.

I pushed the door open and stepped out of my room.

I bent down and took his arm. I struggled as I dragged him over to his room. He was so heavy that I started to break a sweat across my forehead.

Once I finally got him in his room I let his arm drop. I bent down again and pushed him over so that he was laying on his stomach.
As much as I hate him, I can't let him die. It'll kill my aunt.

I sighed before standing back up.
He definitely won't be waking up until late tomorrow.

I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me.

I walked back to my room and shut the door behind me.
My phone ringing frightened me and made me jump. I exhaled before walking over to the dresser.

Derek's name flashed across the screen.

Inside I felt so happy but I knew he was only calling me to express how much he hates me. But you know what, I really need to hear his voice, even if it's in anger.

I answered my phone before putting to my ear.

"Shyanne?" I hear his voice.
"Shy?" He spoke up again.

"I know you're only calling me to tell me how much you hate me." I spoke in a low voice.

"What? No. I could never hate you. I could only hate myself if anything happened to you."

I was so confused by his words.

"What?"

"Why would you lie? Why'd you go back to that place?" He said, voice holding in anger.

"This is my home, Derek. It doesn't matter where I go. The same shit happens. At least now I'm not wasting any money." I sniffled.

"Shy--"

"Just forget about me, okay?" I said, voice breaking.

"Shyanne, I lo--"

My phone went dead.

I removed the phone from my ear and stared at the now black screen.

I guess I'll never know what he said. But it doesn't matter. He's in California and I'm in Nebraska.
I need to keep my distance from him, from everyone. Him worrying about me and calling me would only make things harder for me.

With my phone still in my hand, I decided to just leave it dead.