Unintentional

Amy POV

I reach home crying, and my dad and Maria are in the living room, watching the TV. They immediately rush to me, and I let them have it. I cry and scream as I share with them what was just told to me. Maria and I are crying, and my dad is trying to console both of us.

They go on to admit to everything "my mother" had told me. My chest hurts. I can't believe this. Why didn't they tell me when I was younger? Why wait until now? Would they have ever told me? Would the time have ever been right for them to let me know? I shouted each question at both of them. My father fumbles to provide an answer, while Maria just cries.

I feel like the two people that mean the most to me are the people who have hurt me the most and who I am feeling a great deal of dislike for in this moment.

After my ranting, I run to my room. I curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep.

The next day at school, my eyes are swollen, and I do not want to be bothered. I didn't want to come to school, but I didn't want to be home with my parents either.

The day drags. It feels like each class is a two hour session.

As I walk into English, Rhonda intentionally bumps into me. Today, I will take no more from her. We were rolling on the floor of our classroom with students chanting, and Alyssa trying to get me off of Rhonda. When she does, I push her. I don't give a fuck.

"Detention this evening," she shouts at me.

I don't even look at her. I grab my bag, and leave her class. I skip her class and as soon as the buzzer goes off to end the day's classes, I am the first student through our gate.

When I get home, I see numerous missed calls from Alyssa. Oh, she knows to call now. Fuck her! She is nothing special. She is just like the others. I want to hear nothing from her.

I'm laying across my bed, crying again when there is a tap at my door. I don't respond. After a few seconds of taps and no response, my door is pushed open.

Alyssa.

"Go away, Alyssa. Don't come back here."

"Amy, what's going on with you? What got into you today? Rhonda is-"

"She got what she fucking deserved, Alyssa. Now leave."

"Why are you so mad at me, Amy? You know our situation. I'm not your enemy."

I sit up, and look at her so coldly.

"I'm not your enemy? Then why the fuck do you act like I am? You act like nothing happened between us. You act like I mean nothing to you. You are heartless."

I know I am hurting Alyssa by saying these things to her, but I don't care. I am hurt, and nobody seems to care. I am expecting for Alyssa to snap at me, but what she does next only serves to make me cry even more. Alyssa pulls me into her embrace. She holds me tightly, even though I am trying to push her away. She holds me tightly until I give up fighting. I sob on her shoulders, and she comforts me.

"Amy, you have no idea how I miss you. I wish that we were not in this situation, but there is nothing I can do. I miss your touch, I miss your smile, your voice, your kiss... I miss everything."

She puts some space in between us, and I can see her tears, too. She wipes at my tears, and at the same time, she brings her lips down on mine. At the touch of her lips, I feel like there is a huge melting ice inside me. The truth is, I can't hate this woman even if I try. I know what this is. This is love. I love Alyssa.