"You shouldn't tell her Ivy," my uncle says standing up from his office chair, guiding me to the nearest chair.
"I should, she has the right to know," I tell him sitting down.
"You would just break up your family and make things a million times worse than they already are, this isn't the first time he cheated on her" he says.
"When did he do it?" I ask
"He does it all the time, your parents don't have the best relationship, they never did, your mother and father had an arranged marriage that your both grandparents arranged" he explains.
"But I thought he loves her and she loved him, true love like in the movies," I say describing the lies my mom fed me when I was a kid.
"No, your grandparent wanted to join forces and the only way for them to do that was for their children to marry and have a child"
"Your father was originally in love with another woman, he was so fond of her he would stand in front of her balcony and read a poem to her every night, then my parents, your grandparents, decided to marry him off to your mother, he was heartbroken and sad and didn't want to comply with your grandpa, he was left with no choice. Your mother and father ended up being married but they never loved each other, your father started cheating a year into the marriage complaining that he simply wasn't in love with her and never would be. But then there was you, you were the most innocent little thing that your mother treasured beyond anything, your father, on the other hand, saw you as a burden, something that would connect him and your mother forever, and it did" my uncle explains making me want to cry even more.
"No wonder father hates me so much, I was never wanted by him" I conclude.
"He does love you, in his own way, just know that there is no such thing as true love, these things don't exist"
"I know, I've always known in the back of my mind but I never paid attention to the small things, I should've" I admit.
"Anyway, how is your boyfriend?" he asks
"What boyfriend?"
"The guy you ran away with before lunch," he says
"That's not my boyfriend, he's just a friend"
"The Jace boy isn't it? The one you've been sneaking around with ever since 8th grade?" he says
"9th grade and I repeat we are just friends" I protest
"Friends with benefits" he winks at me.
"I give up"
"I have to go Ivy head to detention, tell me what you decide and I'll co-operate and agree with whatever you decide," he says giving me one last hug.
"Bye," I say getting out of the office door.
Off to detention, I go.
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Perfectionist
RomanceWhen you are both pretty and dangerous everyone wants you and hates you at the same time. This makes you a mystery that no one has ever tried to uncover. No one knows what you are or what you want they just know to stay out of your way. All girls w...
