The Story Of Us

ch. 8

Kyria's POV

I watched her walk away and I wanted to go after her. If she only knew. Nothing about Amy and my friendship or what used to be our friendship was easy. She thought I was just this stupid slut who slept around and yes I did sleep with people, but what the fuck was I supposed to do? I couldn't be with who I wanted so why settle down for one stranger that I didn't really give a shit about and be miserable wishing she was someone else?

I couldn't just go up to Amy and tell her what I felt because she would never speak to me again. She was straight or she thought she was.  That day in my room made me think otherwise.  I know I shouldn't have done what I did, but the truth of the matter I honestly thought she would have stopped me before it got to where it did.  I never meant to lose control over the situation like I had that day. 

I played a good game of not giving a shit,  but honestly if I thought for one second that Amy would want me I would drop every easy lay in a heartbeat.  It sucked being in love with your childhood best friend that thought little more of you than the dirt under her shoes.

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It was later on that day and I was in my basement punching my anger out on a helpless punching bag. Amy and Amy alone filled my mind.  It had been so long since I talked to her. I hated keeping my distance,  but at the same time that was all I could do. I didn't know how to be close to her and not want to touch her, especially since I have already.

I have been in love with her since for as long as I can remember.  That's the reason I stopped being her friend to start with. I didn't know how to tell her that I loved her more than just in a best friend kind of way.

Fuck I was a twelve year old kid! I was getting the shit beat out of me on a daily by guys twice my size. I smiled at that now, not one of them had the balls to touch me now. I would put their heads through a wall. Perks of taking self defense classes.

Anyway back to Amy.  I couldn't put her through knowing that I had some fucking crush on her back then. Knowing her she would have tried to understand and would have wound up getting bullied too. She was straight and I thought it was better that I stopped being friends with her so people wouldn't mess with her like they had done me.

My lips going into a tight straight line I hit the bag as hard as I could. I barely felt the pain in my securely wrapped hands. The white tape helped keeping the skin on my knuckles from cracking open. Sweat trickled down my face and my black sports bra was soaked.  I was a sweaty mess. I was also exhausted.  I had been working out since I arrived home from school and that was over four hours ago. I just couldn't seem to stop hitting the sand filled bag however.  I hated how things were with me and Amy and this was all I could do to make it a little better.

Why did she have to be straight? Why couldn't she love me the way I love her? If she did then that would make my life a hell of a lot easier!

"Kyria, baby, you down here?"

I stopped beating the bag and looked over at the stairs to see my mom walking down them.

"Yeah." I said as I  was breathing hard. I had been working out harder than I thought I had. Trying to catch my breath I leaned down to rest my hands on my shaky knees. 

Candice touched her daughter's sweat drenched hair. She was so worried about her.

"You okay 'Ky'? What's been going on with you? You haven't been acting like yourself.  I am worried about you baby."

"I am good mom. I just am kind of stressed is all. Nothing to worry about."

"Mind telling me what it is that has you so stressed out that you come home and about kill yourself punching a punching bag?"

I looked up at my mom with a hard expression.  I did not want to tell her what was going on. She would just make a big deal out of it and I didn't want that. She already figured out that I had liked Amy when we were kids.  I didn't want her knowing I still did.

I wasn't the same girl I was back then. Back then I was a terrified kid who cried on her mom's lap because of bullies and the fact that I had been head in the clouds crazy for my best friend.  Now I hid my emotions better than ever. I took pride knowing that I kept people confused about me.

"Does this have to do with Amy, " asked Candice. 

I could see that my mom was not going to give up easily so I decided to make up a lie instead of telling the embarrassing truth.

"No mom." I rolled my eyes sarcastically.  "I am just worried about school.  What if I don't get in Stinford?" I done my best to look very concerned.

My mom's sweet dark blue eyes softened and I knew she took the bait. 

"Sweetie have some faith.  You do great in your classes. I have all the confidence in you that you will get into Stinford. Just try to stay calm." She smiled wide and proud. She reached out patting Kyria lightly on the cheek. "By the end of next month you will hear from college baby."

I smiled at her. "Thanks mom."

"Now stop beating that bag and go take a shower.  It's time for dinner." Candice sniffed through air dramatically.  "Go take a shower. You smell like something dead that washed up on land."

Throwing my head back I laughed hard. The woman was hilariously dramatic. 

After kissing my mom hard on the cheek I ran up the stairs two at a time for a much needed shower.

I was just going to run up the stairs to my room when the doorbell rang.

Rolling my eyes and cursing mentally at whoever it was behind the other side of the door I walked over and opened it.

Just like that I almost swallowed my tongue.  There standing as innocent as ever was Amy who was staring at me with big shocked filled green eyes.  I must look like I am crazy.  Sweating  like an insane person while only wearing a sports bra and workout shorts with my hands tapped up...damn.....

Surprise! It's in Kyria's POV.  Lol!  Now that you know a little of her back story what do you think will happen next now that Amy is there? ;) I would love to hear what you guys think.  :)