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Chapter Nineteen: Parfait

Chapter Nineteen: Parfait

Elijah stood in front of me with wide eyes, seeming like he was surprised that I was still at school.

"Pastel.."He trailed off and I backed away slowly as he made his way over to me. I put my hands out, blocking him from coming any closer. However, that only let him grab my hands. He pulled me towards him and in a tight embrace. He put his hand under my chin and tilted me up, smashing his lips against mine. I pushed him away rather roughly and he backed away.

"Pastel, the plan Alice made me do had one small flaw. She thought I would never fall in love with you but turns out she was wrong. I fell hard and deeply in love with you, Pastel Poppins." His words hit my heart hard and deep. I frowned at him and at the moment, all I could see is the man who broke my heart, the man I fell in love with, and the man I am still in love with. I knew what I had to do.

"Elijah, I'm sorry," I apologized and I saw his face break. Tears streamed down his face and I looked at him sadly.

"We're over." I finished and walked past him, whispering one last thing to him.

"But I still love you." I heard him drop to the floor and his sobs rang throughout the hallway. I tried my best to hold my tears back and continued to make my way to the devil who started this. Alice.

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As I arrived at the courtyard, I saw that it was packed full of students. Alice, who had a microphone, saw me and her smile dropped.

"Oh, look who it is. Miss gorgeous Pastel Poppins." She announced and all the students' turned their heads towards me. The crowd parted like the sea and let me walk towards Alice. As I approached her, I saw her smile drop even more as she noted all the bruises over my body. Some scars that were left from my father were still existent and now they are out for everyone to see.

"Pastel, where are those scars from?" She asked me, eyes wide with shock. My eyebrows furrowed and I opened out my arms, pulling up some of my shirt in the process. On my stomach contained all the stitches I had gotten from surgeries and Alice's jaw dropped.

"These scars that cover my body are from my abusive father. They are what I call scars on critical veins." I answered her and Alice dropped to her knees.

"You were abused as a child?" She asked me and I nodded my head in response. I heard gasps go throughout the room as they saw that Alice was crying.

"I thought you had this perfect life and didn't know what it was like to be abused by the ones you loved most. I wanted you to feel what I went through and now I see, you already have." Alice sobbed and I frowned.

"So this was your plan all along? Befriend me and put me through torture just so I can understand you? Did you ever think to not assume I already went through enough?!," I yelled at her rather loudly and I saw her flinch.

"We all have masks that we never take off. Masks that hide what we really are and what we are really feelings. Masks that put on a persona." I continued and Alice nodded at this, understanding where I am getting at.

"I wish you understood this before you did what you did." I told her, glaring at her with cold eyes. I then turned around and started walking away, the crowd parting once again.

"I'm sorry!" Alice called out to me and I turned back around, laughing like a maniac.

"It's too late for apologies."

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My mother and I gathered my stuff from my locker. We bid my teachers and the principle goodbye and drove off to home.

"I'm sorry this school didn't turn out." My mom apologized, not bothering to ask why my eyes were red or why I had even more bruises. I nodded and stared out the window. Maybe I should've just stuck with home school after all.