The Other Side of the Story

Chapter 9

(A/N: Wattpad kept categorizing Chapter 8 as Restricted so it's private. I hope you understand. Sorry :((( )

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I woke up with a pounding headache. What happened yesterday? What time is it? I looked over at my clock and saw it was already 9:18 in the morning. I muttered a ‘shimmydingy’ and scrambled to get ready to go to school.

“You don’t have to go to school today Lavender. Your brother said it’s best if you rest.” A voice behind me say. I turned around to see the intruder.

“What are you doing here?” I eyed him suspiciously.

“I spent the night here.” He said and got up to stretch his body.

“Why? And why are you in my room?” I asked. I sat at the edge of the bed still giving him the stink eye.

“Don’t you remember what happened yesterday?” He asked worriedly.

I looked at him and tried to remember what happened yesterday. It came back to me; my confession, crying in front of Micale, calling Sandy a puta, and everything in between. “Oh wow. No wonder my brother said to take the day off.” I said quietly.

“Lavender.”  Micale said. He knelt in front of me and took my hands in his; he looked up and stared at me. “I’ll always be here for you. Always. I’ll be your strength and I’ll always be there when you need me. I don’t care what others say. You’re beautiful inside and out. The only thing I’m trying to figure out is why are you doing this? To yourself and to the people around you? What do you get for pushing everyone away and protecting yourself? Don’t you know? Life is too short so live your life to the fullest, take risks and love hard. That’s the only way to have a fulfilling life. If I were you I’d prefer to have a fulfilling one and laugh at the stupid things I did rather than have a content one and regret all the risks I didn’t take and the chances I missed.” He said while staring at me intently.

“I know but there are times in life that the only way to keep yourself from falling apart is by protecting yourself.” I replied. I wanted him to understand what I’m doing but most importantly I wanted to justify what I did all these years. I wanted to know that everything I did wasn’t in vain.

“I know. Just know the reason why you have to protect yourself is because you’re scared that if you fall apart no one will protect you. I’m ready. I’m ready to pick up all the broken pieces. If you need it I’ll hug you so tight that your broken pieces will have no choice but to fall back together. Sometimes things need to fall apart for better things to fall together.” He replied.

“I know this is stupid but maybe what happened in your past was needed so you could find me and I could fix you.” He continued.

“I’m not broken.” I said. I didn’t know who I was trying to convince but I felt the need to say it.

“Then it happened so you could become better.” He took my hand and places a soft kiss on my palm.

“I said I’m not broken!” I almost shouted. I didn’t want to believe him. I can’t let anyone get to close for my sake and the sake of the other person.

“Becoming better doesn’t mean you have to broken or bad. It just means that there is still a gap wherein you can take a leap of faith and hope that tomorrow would be better and you could be more than who you are yesterday. I don’t want to fix you. I want to love you.” His confession shocked me. Why would anyone want to love someone as shitty as I am.

“You don’t mean that. I mean what could you possibly see in me? I’m nothing but thrash.” I replied. I didn’t want to believe that I had self-worth. I’m a scum of the earth. Destroying my family and ruining Lilly’s life. I don’t deserve love.