Broken Homes, Healing Hearts

•15• Leave Me Alone

"So... did you miss me?" I heard those words of the person I really hated. I was frozen. Stuck. I have no idea what to say. "How the hell did you get my number?" My confidence grew. "Awe, sweety, I'm just worried about my little girl." She sounded so innocent. "Don't ever call me that! Leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you!" "That's no way to talk to your mother! I just miss my baby." My anger grew. "Well I don't miss you! You ruined everything! You're the reason I ran away, that our family is torn.. everything happened because of you!" The tears increased. "Wow, harsh. I don't remember raising you like a bitch!" She screamed. I scoffed. "You probably don't remember anything after having me because you were always drunk!" "It was your fault I was! "I'm done with you. Don't ever get in contact with me or dad again!" I hung up and blocked the number instantly. I broke down. Why does she have to ruin everything? She's the one that brings my pain back. I hate my mom. Usually kids don't mean that but I wish she never got drunk. She hurt me. I can't deal with her anymore. "Y/n?" I heard Richie's voice behind me. I couldn't even say his name back. "What happened? Did the dirty dishes insult you?" He asked sarcastically. "Are you serious?! Joking? Right now?!" I yelled through my tears. "I'm sorry. Thought it would lighten the mood." He shrugged. I shook my head and walked past him and into his room. I grabbed my hoodie and shoes. "Where you going?" He asked following me. "I'm going out for a little." I sniffled. I stood up and put my hair into a ponytail. "You shouldn't." He grabbed my wrist. "Why? So you can keep making horrible jokes? You don't even know what happened!" I defended. "What even happened?" He asked. "My mom called me. And she did insult me!" He instantly looked guilty. "Oh y/n..." He pulled me into a hug. I sobbed into his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, I'm retarted." He whispered. I just sobbed and sobbed until I felt nothing. I don't know why I'm crying over the person that hurt me emotionally and physically. "Shhh..." Richie whispered. He comforted me for hours. I started swaying with him because my legs were hurting from staring. Richie noticed cause he picked me up bridal style and layed me down on the bed. He lied down next to me and pulled me close. His arms wrapped strongly around me. As of now, my tears have dried and and my head was pounding from how hard I was crying. Having Richie comforting me helped a lot. My head rested on his chest. As his chest went up and down, I drifted into a deep, exhausted sleep.
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I woke up and I was still in Richie's comforting arms. I kept my eyes closed because every time I saw the light, my head started pounding. Richie was still sleeping but I didn't care. I finally opened my eyes and stared at Richie's peaceful, freckled face. "I love you." I whispered and kissed his nose. He started to smile. "Are you awake?!" I laughed. He nodded and opened his eyes slowly. His chocolate brown eyes glistened as he admired me. He smiled at me. "How are you feeling?" "Better. Thank you." I smiled back. "That's good. It hurts to see my baby upset." He pouted. I laughed at his pouty face. I put my hand on his cheek. He smiled weakly. I leaned in and kissed him softly. He smiled into the kiss. We pulled away and smiled at each other. He cuddled me and we layed there for a while. "Don't we have that dance thing tomorrow night?" Richie asked playing with my hair. "Ohh yeah! I totally forgot!" I remembered. He laughed and kissed my forehead. "I promise that tomorrow night will be a night you'll never forget." He said. I smiled. "You know what?" He thought out loud. I looked up at him. "I'm going to take you to the quarry today." He was playing with my hand now. I was making shapes with my finger over his pale skin. "That sounds like fun!" I said. "Well tell  the losers and let's go babycakes." Richie smirked. I shook my head and got up. I grabbed my phone.

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