Out Of My League (Under Revision) (Book 1)

Chapter Thirty-Three

The school year was coming to an end and it was currently May Twenty-Second.

I had already qualified to graduate but I wanted to get all my credits and do the best I can in high school so that I can get a scholarship to UCLA.

Lying in my bed wasn't particularly on any written agenda but it was on my mental agenda and I just wanted to lay down and sleep.

The moment I closed my eyes was the moment someone decided to call me and interrupt my hopeful sleep.

Out of all these six months, she had only called me once. And considering this call, it was now two.

Reluctantly, I answered.

"Hello?"

"Elliana, dear, we'll be home for a little. We'll be home for a week at most. We're Flight 489." Her voice sounded jolly but I was anything but that.

"Okay." I said bluntly.

"You don't sound excited. Is something wrong, Elliana?" I rolled my eyes and spoke.

"Matter of fact, there is." I said. "Why didn't you tell me Brendan was my half-brother?"

"Well, you two only share the same mother. It's nothing much."

"Are you serious? Nothing much? I never knew her. You guys wouldn't even bother to tell me."

"We didn't want you to. It's not a big deal."

"You both kept a secret from me." I said, tears gleaming. "Secrets that are important."

"Your parents are gone. The least you can thank us for is taking you in. You aren't even our kid."

You aren't even our kid.

"You're right. I'm not. You obviously don't care." A guttural feeling forming.

"We don't care. You weren't supposed to be with us. You'd be in Minnesota right now if it wasn't for your damned mother signing you off to us." She said angrily.

"You obviously don't care for me right now but why did you sound so caring on the last phone call?" I asked.

She sighed. "I pitied you. You aren't the luckiest."

"And you two wonder why I'm so distant from you?"

"Yes."

"Take a look at your fucking personalities. You both aren't exactly the nicest." I said, ending the call.

Tears streamed down my cheeks and I lifted my knees up, resting my head on them.

Over time, I went into the position of cuddling into my comforter and hugging myself tightly.

You aren't even our kid.

I wasn't. I wasn't their kid.

I'm nobody's.

Nobody wanted me.

Did Colton want me? Or did he simply pity me like a majority of people?

Even if there was little facts known about my biological parents, it seemed that they would love me more than anybody else did right now?

I didn't know them and I want them here right now.

Colton wasn't here to hear my sobbing and I'm glad he wasn't.

I'm glad he wasn't here to see me in this state.

But you want him to pull you into his chest and cry your little heart out - to comfort you.