Chained

Chapter 19.

Milyn POV

 |  Friday night   |

It was Friday night and I was in my bed at my parents house. I haven't really moved from being in the bed, besides having to wash and use the bathroom. I can't really eat either.  Everything reminds me of him. When I try to eat, I feel myself about to vomit from picturing the memories of him touching all over my body.

I haven't been to school since Monday and when it's time to go I just slip on clothes and walk around outside till my parents go to work in the morning and I slip back in bed.

I left Vincent's house and haven't seen him since the day I broke down in front of him. That was so stupid of me, and now he probably looks at me as being weak. That's why I don't like crying in front of people, because it seems weak to me.

I heard a knock at my door and I just laid there, hoping they would take that as a hint of leaving.

I heard my door open and I let out a sigh, not turning over to see who came in.

"Milyn." I heard Cheyenne's voice.

She sat down on the floor in front of me, and then I saw Allysa sitting down next to her.

"We haven't seen you at school lately." She continued.

"Or at all." Allysa said.

"We just wanted to come and check on you." Cheyenne said, giving me the most concerned face I ever saw.

"I'm-"

"Don't you say the word fine, because you're not." Allysa snapped.

"Why are you guys here ?" I asked, getting annoyed by them already.

"Because we're here to remind you that we're taking you out tomorrow night." Allysa smiled.

"No thank you." I said, pulling the covers over my head.

"We're not taking no as an answer either. I'm tired of seeing you mope around all the time. Since you won't tell us what's the matter with you, the least you can do is go out with us ." Cheyenne pleaded.

"Okay, okay. What ever." I said.

"I'm taking that as a yes." She smiled.

Her and Allysa got up, giving me a kiss on the forehead before leaving.

They shut the door and I continued to lay under the covers just daydreaming, until I heard my door open and close.

I felt my bed get deeper at the bottom and I lifted my head up to see Brandon sitting on it, looking into space.

"I remember when I was fourteen and I went to get my first tattoo, and you found out. You said you were going to tell momma' and I told you to keep it a secret or I was going to hire somebody to whoop your ass." He laughed lightly, "And then it was that time I got jumped into a gang and you found out that one too, and I told you to keep that a secret."

He paused and stared at me, "But, I want you to tell me this secret, that has you actin' like this."

I glanced up at him and back down at the floor.

"I can't-"

"Ion' wanna' hear that shit Milyn !" He yelled.

A tear streamed down my face, "I'm sorry Brandon." 

He stared at me, and I cold tell that I was hurting him. I wanted to tell him so bad, but I just couldn't.

Without a word he got up from my bed and slammed my room door. I put the covers back over my head and just cried silently.