Left alone

Chapter 9

"Aunt brook? Can your people and mine become friends?" Too cheesy, I sounded like a Barbie doll.
"Yes, Blossom." Wow, she fell for that? She's stupid too. I wasn't even trying and my plan is going well. Am not falling for her stupid tricks. That son of a-
"Blossom!" It was Blake. I probably shouldn't have ran out on him. Am already screwing mine and his friendship up and we just started being friends! "Why did you run out on me in a-" I kissed him. It was the fastest thing i could think of and it's the only thing i could do without making it look suspicious. S-she kissed me?! He blushed so badly. It was kinda cute. I quickly remove my lips and grab his hand. God, he'll probably think am crazy once I explain to him everything.
"If you'll excuse us, my boyfriend needs me." I lead Blake outside, far enough and to a place loud enough so it would be impossible for her to hear us. I hope he's not upset. He's so red. "Am sorry, Blake. I had to so she wouldn't be suspicious." My whisper sounds impossible to hear so I get close enough to whisper in his ear.
"Why?" He wouldnt look at me and his voice was in a whisper too.
"What do you mean why?"

"Why does it matter? She's your aunt." My eyes start watering at the thought someone so hateful could be even know my parents.
"She may be related to me by blood but she is a monster and traitor. She is no better than a snake with deadly venom."
His eyes start watering too... but I couldn't figure out why.
"At least you have family." He wasn't understanding what am trying to say.
"She isn't family, Blake. I have no family. If she was, she wouldn't have killed mine or your parents." He pushes me away with tears running down his face.
"Liar! My family was killed by a car accident!" God, I always hated to see him angry... but now that I see him crying like this... I hate to see him crying. I wanted to make the person suffer for making him hurt but in this case, I was the one who hurt him but I was already suffering just seeing him cry. I never made anyone cry. It was always me that cried. It was always me that suffered because of those who hated who I was. You idiot, you shouldn't have told him that. Look at you, he hates your guts. I try to open my mouth but no words come out. Why was this happening now? Right when he needed to know the truth? I can't do anything so I wipe all of his tears away. My face was getting hot because I've never done something like this to a boy though now that I think about it... I never kissed someone either. I never held someone's hand or even became their friend. No one cares about me. Am just another thing to be thrown around like a living toy.
"Blossom"