CHAPTER 13
Just the thought of my mother passed away is awful. The last couple of days have been hell. August 1st, my mother passed away. Everyone thinks summer could never be sad but filled with great memories, but for me.. It's hell. I just want to cherish the times I had with my mom. After my parents separated it's like I never had time with her, I bet you I probably spent more time with Wayne then my mom. My mom was great being an independent mother, but she worked so hard at where she was. Everyday, she woke up at 8am, to go to work. She'd sometimes come around 11pm, but if it was a busy day she'd come around 1am. I just wish I spent my time with her wisely. My mom was the only thing I thought about now, I just wish I had her in my arms right now.
I was on the couch just thinking, so I decided I needed some fresh air. I got some sweat pants and a tight T-shirt and marched my way outside. I didn't notice reporters were outside of my house, I was so lost in my thoughts. "Michelle, how does it feel to find out your mother was killed intentionally?" One reporter asked without my knowing the reason to my mothers death. I ran away from the reporters. I didn't know how I would go on with my life if they'd be there forever. I already think alot about my mother, but I didn't want to stress myself. The reporters were making my life worse. I just want to escape reality. I miss my mom, oh so much. My heart burns out of the thought of her death, I just want to run away and find a hiding place just like I used to when I was younger, and who would always find me? My mom. I would want her to find me. I don't believe my mom is dead. I miss her so much I think I'm going mentally insane.
I heard a honk from one car passing by me, I looked with anger without noticing who it was. My knight. Wayne. I'm glad he's my company, but how long will he stay? "Hello." I said, my voice dead, and lonely. "Can I take you somewhere?" He asked me. "Let's go.." I said awkwardly. He got out of his door to open mine, my warmed my heart even though I think I don't have one anymore. He made me feel as if someone cared about me. "How have you been feeling?" He asked me. "Alone." I replied, almost tearing up. He put his hand on my lap, squeezing my leg. "You're not alone, I'm here for you." He kissed my forehead, his lips were arm. "Here we are.." He said. He took me to a lake. He walked to my door so he can open it, and I smiled at him even though it was the hardest thing I can do. He held my hand tight, I think he was scared I might commit suicide. "Please tell me how you feel Michelle, you're so quiet now." He sounded terrified. "Wayne, I feel sad, alone, horrible, I feel like shit basically. My mom just died four days ago, are you already expecting me to recover? Whatever I look at, it reminds me of her, her tiny habits, her beautiful eyes, her heart warming smile, every inch of her. I really miss her." I started crying.
Wayne pulled me closer to him and gave me a aggressive hug, really tight. I felt something wet on my shoulder. "Wayne, are you crying?" I asked him. "I'm scared for you. I just want you to be you. I missed you so much, that break thing we did made me feel like shit. I'd never let you do that again." He said, still crying. My arms were wrapped around his big muscular arms and his arms were around my waist. "Have you been eating?" He asked me. "Yeah.." I replied, lying. "No your waist is smaller." He said, then realized that whatever he said was weird. "I don't even remember." I said truthfully. "May I?" He leaded me to the walkway. We walked at the same pace and I noticed this Bistro. He was probably taking me to eat. He walked inside and ordered food. "Wayne, I can't taste food." I told him. "Don't worry, I'm going to bring those taste buds back." He replied, holding my hand
The waiter came to our table and gave us the food we had ordered earlier. "Would you guys like anything else?" The waiter smiled at Wayne. I don't know if she's trying to get her butt kicked but she's competing with the wrong chick. "No thanks, what about you baby?" He held my hand. "Nope, nothing." I smiled at him, thankful. I don't think anything could get between us, not even Maddie. The waiter walked away with her head down.
"So listen, since you're alone, at home.. I was wondering if you'd like to live with me." He suggested. "I could buy an apartment, and we could live together. Or, if you don't like that idea I could live with you in your house. I want to help you out, make you feel like you're not alone." He added. "I mean, we're so young we can't hold up an apartment alone. And I'd love for you to live with me in my house." I responded. "That'll be good, I talked a little bit about this with my mom and she's fine with it. I guess you've got company then." He winked at me."Well, I've been getting a lot of company since my mom has passed away. Reporters." I said with a smirk.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about how it's been on the newspaper and all.. Have you figured out anything at all?" He asked. "Well, it seems to me that they don't care either I know anything at all.. They just want to know my perspective, which I think they could tell by what I've been doing for the past week or so." I said. "I think you should start eating before your food get's cold." Wayne told me. "When you're around Wayne, I'm going to be honest I forget about everything." I smiled at him and touched his face. He put his hand on top of mine and took it off, then kissed my hand and held it with both of his hands, one on top and the other on the bottom.
"We should go." I said. "Not until you finish that whole plate hun, I'm going to pay the restaurant money to say open longer" He smiled and winked again. "Oh god. What if I throw up?" I asked. "At least eat until your full, you didn't even take a bite Michelle." He seemed worried for me. "Okay." I said. "And we'll take the rest of the food to go if you don't finish. You might get hungry after." He suggested. Wayne watched me eat half of the plate till I obviously got bloated. I'm just glad we didn't break up, without him I don't know where I'd be right now. He was my escape from this cruel world, he made me get butterflies with his sweetness, he made me feel at ease, and I'm truly in love with him. Being with him really made me know what love is. Your partner that is there at your rough and good days is the one. Since I moved schools he's always been there for me. I don't know how to thank his generosity.
"Yeah okay, I'm done now.. Seriously." I got serious then. Wayne laughed his head off.. While I was in pain. My stomach felt like a tornado erupting. "Haha, I know I saw your face expressions while you were eating.. I felt like to tell you to stop but I loved seeing those cute faces you made." He laughed. "Ugh. Let's go." I felt disgusting. "Okay, how about you stay over at my house today? My sister has some pajamas she could lend you." He suggested. "Seriously Wayne you don't have to do this much for me. "No, I'm not driving you to your house, your coming no matter what." He said protectively. "Whatever!" I winked at him this time. We reached his house and his mom welcomed me like her daughter, as in her own. The feeling was great, to be hugged by a loving mother. I felt as if she was my own too. Wayne's sister lend me pajamas and Wayne pulled me to his room. "Do you prefer my room or a guest room?" He winked and seemed excited. "You choose." I responded laughing. "Well, I'm a weird sleeper, I cuddle with the person beside me in my sleep, I hug them tightly, and they're never alone." He smiled and leaned against a wall with his pajamas that looked so hot. I don't know what it was, but everything looked great on him. He was killer hot. "I prefer your room cutie." I smiled. He grabbed my waist and picked me up. He body slammed me to his bed and put me on top of him. I felt as if I was a baby again. He played with my hair and kissed me endlessly. After a while, I fell asleep..
