Vengeance

0.8- theres no relief

"There's no relief..."

I followed her as she stomped down the side walk. Her hands were swaying furiously, moving back and forth, pacing evenly with her legs. When I came closer to her I could tell her shoulders were shaking and her breathing was uneven. She was crying. Gina was usually a strong woman, but not right now. I had seen her let her walls down a few times since I had known her this past week. Never like this.

Sure when we had that talk she was not strong. Right now she sure wasn't. I didn't know what to do about a crying woman. I had never dealt with them. If my mother wouldn't have been taken from me then sure I think I could have handled it. A brief wave of sadness went through me as I thought about the woman I never got to know. I wondered if she cried when she died.

I place my hand on Gina's shoulders. She immediately turns around and gasps. Her brown eyes are filled with tears. Her black hair is frizzed up now as she looks at me. We are almost eye to eye. She wraps her arms around my body and squeezes. I guess the only thing she needed was a hug.

Was I supposed to hug her back or just let her cry it out? I chose the first option. I wrapped my hands around her torso. That only made her pull me closer.

"Gina, what happened in there? You went all over the place. Are you glad to see that one guy Zayn? Or scared?" I ask her.

She pushed herself away from me and wipes her tears away. Gina is back now. She points at me and looks at me.

"Don't go talking about things you don't know about British boy." She says and turns away.

I throw my hands in the air. What is with this woman!

I follow her and grab her arm, slightly too forcefully, but I ignore it. She winces and turns back to me.

"I am usually nice and let you get your way Gina, but I need to know what's going on." I say.

She sighs and looks at the diner behind me. "I can't be near Zayn." She says.

"You seemed so happy when he first was there." I point out.

"Yes, but that was before I remembered some things. Please let go of my arm." She said.

"Remembered what?" I ask.

"I lost someone close to me a long time ago, and-and nothing ok? Just leave it." She says.

I sigh and look at her. "Just when I think I have got you somewhat figured out, you go and flip another wildcard." I say.

This girl was so confusing. She was demanding, sarcastic, bossy, annoying, pushy, and everything in between. She asks too many questions, pushes too many boundaries. I guess that is her personality though. I have become close to her this past week. Her teaching me at the diner has been hard though, but it is all worth it to get to know Gina. She is teaching me about women. Hopefully they are not all like her. I would feel sorry for the man that has to marry such a demanding woman.

She flashes a smirk at me and pokes my nose. "You cant figure me out British Boy. Im a mystery. If you knew everything about me, where would the fun be? What would keep you coming back for more of me? Is living with me not enough?" She says and wisps away.

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I walk into the house without Gina. Apparently she had to clean up at the Diner. What was there to clean was beyond me. Maybe she wanted alone time because of those guys that walked in. The Niall guy was one she seemed to like. There was one more with him but she never introduced me to him. I couldn't help but wonder why she didn't introduce us.

I didn't want to think of it however because it was not my business. My business was to talk to LauraKate about my mother. I hadn't seen her for what felt like an eternity when really it has only been a week.

We hadn't made much progress and we needed too because I was becoming restless.

I walk to the kitchen where Imogen normally is. She is elbows deep into dough. She looks at me and then back at the dough.

"Where have you been ,Harold?" She asks me.

I raise an eyebrow and lean on the counter. She hisses like a cat and then mutters curse words under her breath. She was crankier than usual today. I pushed myself away from the counter and looked at her.

"What's wrong ,Imogen?" I ask her.

"You mustn't hear an old woman's struggles, Harold." She says as she continues to beat the dough.

I sigh. "Imogen, --" I start.

"Mrs. Clark to you." She says.

"Mrs. Clark," I say sarcastically. "ill go mow the grass. Its getting taller." I say.

I couldn't be around anymore irritating women. I didn't know what has gotten into Imogen or Gina. I didn't want to bother them. So I would only worry about LauraKate, Marco, and my mother. I had to know what happened.

Okay, all caught up to date. if wattpad screws me over this time im DONE!

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