The Promise Of Forever (COMPLETED)

➰SEVENTH CHAPTER➰

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SEVENTH CHAPTER

Kyle...

I slammed my fist so hard on the wall of my dad's office-- doing no damage in particular to the wall but only to my hand. The skin turned red and little blood broke out of my knuckles. At first I didn't feel it but then when I raised it for another hit, the stinging pang shot through my hand up to my elbow and I retracted my hand from hitting again. I knew I would break bones next.

I turned around, wrecking a hand through my hair as I kicked the dustbin by my dad's table and kicked the fuck out of it.

Panting, I placed my hands on my knees and tried to breath some air in my burning lungs.

Word Jealousy was the understatement of what I was feeling right then. My heart was squeezing inside my chest so tightly and I could swear it was on the verge of ceasing.

I shut my eyes, trying to calm down.

"What the fuck am I even doing?" I muttered to myself in an empty office, disgusted with myself.

I turned around and knocked all the stuff on the desk-- feeling a little better. I rubbed a hand down my face and wanted to pull at the roots of my hair.

I was in love with that god damn girl and now I was going to help her get someone else?

No way!

I couldn't do that.

No no no no no!

Didn't she feel anything around me? Didn't she like when I held her hand-- weaved my fingers through hers or whenever I'd woken up beside her or when I'd kissed her on her temple or cheek?

Maybe not.

Or maybe she did.

Didn't she see it in my eyes? My words? My actions?

I wanted to hit something again. I removed my glasses and set them down, trying not to damage anything my dad would be upset over-- not that he would ever say anything to me. That great of a dad he was.

He was my best friend, who gave me the best values a guy could grow up with, he'd went with me through every weird phase that a guy had to go through. He's my hero and he told me I was his.

Maybe we both were for each other.

When mom left to achieve her dreams-- which she thought she never had realized before, she left. With just a sorry letter explaining how whatever my dad had or wished for us wasn't enough for her. She wanted more. And my dad couldn't give her that.

I was only three when she left so I didn't miss her. Because to miss someone we'd have to remember them. And I didn't. At all.

Mom-- Hailey Mores, became the famous singer and achieved everything she wished for years later. We never heard a word from her again, not that we wanted to. We moved on. Or I thought we had. She kept my dad's last name because she did love him, just not enough.

Dad was devastated and a complete mess for an entire year until one day he saw an old picture of him with his best friend, Andrew Winglet. So we came back to SunnyVyle and he restarted the CAFE grandpa had left to him.

And I was glad dad decided to come there. Because meeting T was the best ever thing that's happened to me.

And I guess I fell for her right then. The day I realised I didn't see her just like a best friend. The day I realised I wasn't interested in any other girl because I always compared them to her and no one ever reached even close to starting point of my T Scale. Which was absurd but, I wanted a girl precisely like her. But, there was only one of her.