Losing Home✔️

9. 4 am Thoughts

I was currently sitting on my bed in my room, Ace by my side as I tried to sort through the homework I had already received as well as the extra worksheets I was given to catch up to everyone else.

My mind was reeling with possible ideas for the assignment that was coming up in English, but I kept coming up short.

After half an hour of profusely scribbling random thoughts and ideas down in a journal I groaned and fell back on my bed pulling a pillow over my face to let out a muffled scream. My mind drifted back to earlier this afternoon in the parking lot of school.

He was seething with rage at Alex. I couldn't help but feel like I was imposing on something that should've been handled in private, or at least where nosy people like me couldn't hear. Then again, they were in the middle of the school's parking lot, and obviously weren't being very quiet about it.

Alex was begging him to take her back, saying; "Please, Dom! I love you, don't let this little bump ruin us."

He backed further away from her quickened steps to reach out to him before spitting the words at her with such vehemence, "Just a bump?! Are you kidding me? She's my fucking sister and you left her alone in the park, where anyone could have taken her! If it weren't for Paisley..." He trailed off.

At that, her face turned an ugly shade of red and she screeched like vulture screaming bloody murder, "That bitch didn't do anything! She made everything worse! You can't believe her, you have to believe me. I'm your girlfriend. Come on babe, you know I would never deliberately let her get hurt." She had reached out to touch his arm, but he recoiled before she could and sneered at her.

"What's her name?" He spoke dark and lowly which scared me more than his yelling.

"Wh-wh-what does that have to do with anything? Come on babe. Please don't do this, I love you. We're meant to be together, you can't deny it." She practically grovelled at his feet, pleading and begging.

"You don't know it, do you?" It was a question, but he knew the answer. He threw the duffle bag that was slung on his shoulder into the back seat and was about to open his door when she spoke again.

"'course I do. it's... it's-"

He cut her off, saving her from more embarrassment. "Just stop. Whatever this was between us" – he gestured a hand between them – "It's over. Got it."

Alex had stormed away in the opposite direction and Xavier took several deep breaths as he clenched his fists tightly on the hood of his car. I went to keep walking, but of course, it was then that my phone decided to go off in my pocket. He wrenched his gaze from his hands and his head snapped in my direction, instantly finding me standing alone by the cement school sign. His eyes were set on mine and I couldn't find the strength to move. My throat seized up, as did my muscles. It was like I had just been caught opening a present on Christmas Eve. His stare was unrelenting, surveying me. Observing.

It wasn't until my phone rang again, that I tore more eyes from his. It was my mom ringing me and I quickly answered it as I had already missed her last call. she only wanted to know what time I was coming home for dinner. So, after I had said I was heading home now, she hung up. But, when I took a look at where Xavier had been standing, he was already in his car, reversing out of his park and speeding out of the school grounds.

It was then that I quickly made my way home and had to explain to mom why I was coming back so late in the day. To be honest, I was actually quite surprised to even see that she was back from work. Normally she would be out until late, making sure she had done as much as possible at work before leaving.

My mom has never been the type to sit down, relax and do nothing. She's always on the go, conjuring up some new plan of attack, or theory. She can't keep herself still for two minutes. I counted. I guess that's one of the reasons we sort of why we drifted apart through the years, she was always busy with her work and didn't get–well, make much time for Tyler and me, so we started making our own fun elsewhere.

It was hard, especially since my dad wasn't around much too because he was constantly flying in and out of whatever town we were in at the time, to do important business. However, whenever dad wasn't doing some form of work, he always made a point to spend all his free time with us kids. Mom and he actually got into a fight about it once. She was jealous that he had spent more time with us, then he did with her. Dad tried to calm her down, but she was hysterical, shouting that he didn't love her anymore and was only coming back for us kids. Safe to say, that didn't happen much anymore after that incident.

However, it was always a ritual since we moved from Hawaii, that once dad got back from a trip, he would take me out to get some ice cream and we'd walk and talk about what he had missed while he was gone. So, he always found a way for us to keep doing that. There was this one time in Chicago where my dad got back from bringing one of the biggest investors into the company and we celebrated the whole day together. Had ice cream, walked along the beach, went to this fancy arcade with old-fashioned arcade machines that my dad is obsessed with.

Unfortunately, it had been a little while since we'd done that. Two years to be exact. Nothing really went back to the way it was after what happened. It still hasn't. I don't think it ever will.