Peeping Tom

Young and Reckless

--KAYLA'S POV--

I woke up with the sun shining directly through my window, hitting me right in the face. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes with my two small hands. My eyes still hadn't adjusted to the blinding sunlight just yet.

Two beautiful and bright sunny days in a row. Wow, that's hard to believe. I am pretty sure that is a new record for here in Seattle.

I jerked the blanket off of my body, suddenly realizing just how hot and sweaty I was. I was still wearing my grey sweatshirt from yesterday. Yesterday was great, no words can even start to describe how happy Jake made me feel.

People always tell you that you shouldn't fall in love with your bestfriend because you will just end up heartbroken and friendless. Whoops.

I honestly don't care what other people think. I am in love with my bestfriend and nothing is going to change that. I just hope he feels the same way as I do.

I scrambled up from my bed and rearranged my bed sheets to the way they were supposed to be. My mom use to always make me make my bed up in the morning, as soon as I woke up; I eventually got used to it and didn't even need her to remind me. I guess that's why I still do that routine today even though she isn't here to actually make me.

'As soon as I turned eighteen, I packed a suitcase full of my belongings and moved out from my parents home. I fled from the hell hole I called home and ended up here in Seattle.

Me and my mom never really got along. She was always complaining about me always staying out too late with my boyfriend or how I never hung out with my "girlfriends" anymore.

Seriously though, who needs "girlfriends" in your life when you have that one special boy that made you feel like you actually mattered to someone? He was the only reason I woke up every morning, he made me feel wanted and I actually thought that he loved me.

I was dumb. Obviously just young and reckless.

Too bad that sorry ass cheated on me with some bleach blonde, hooker wanna-be, big boobed, toe licking, scumbag, fart sniffing tramp. I could seriously think of atleast seventy-four different adjectives to describe her, maybe even more, but I'm not going to. But hey every love story has to come to and end at some point right?

Mom had always told me that me and Tommy(everyone called him Tom for short) would never last. I should've listened to her wise words, but just like every other snot-nosed teenager, I had it in my head that we were going to fall in love and live happily ever after. Doesn't every teen think like that?

After me and Tom broke up, mom would always rub it in my face and say, "I told you ya would never last!" I could almost hear her annoying voice as I imagined it. She really knew how to piss me off and make me even more upset.

She continued to be a bitch more and more each day so I returned the favor. Everyday I would tell her how much I hated her and how happy I was going to be when I finally turned eighteen and move out. Thats exactly how I ended up in this gloomy place, Seattle.

Thankfully my rich mamaw gave me a shit load of money to help support me. I was barely eighteen and I had no job or place to live. I owe everything to my mamaw. Without her I would be nowhere.

Little did I know, that two months after I moved out that my mom would become diagnosed with cancer. Four months later after she was diagnosed she passed away.

I was such a coward that I didn't even bother attending her funeral. I know what you're thinking. That I'm a sorry excuse for a daughter. Yeah, don't bother reminding me. I remind myself that every morning as soon as I wake up.

You never know how much someone means to you until that person is actually gone. I hate myself so much, but the past is the past. Everyone makes mistake, unfortunately, some people make much larger mistakes than others.

It's not like you can hit a rewind button and change everything wrong that has ever happened. It sure would be nice if you could.

I just wish that she could look down from heaven and see how truly sorry I am, and maybe just maybe forgive me for all the wrong I did to her. I can't blame her if she hates me, I would hate myself too.'

I shook my head furiously, in attempt to try and make my thoughts disappear. Tears where now streaming down my face.

I don't deserve anyone as good as Jake. He deserves someone much better than me, and besides I don't deserve to be happy anyway. I'm worthless.