Good Intentions

CH17: Trust & Respect

* Important Info: I started writing this on Friday morning, after the writing prompt was posted in the academy fanfic page. I have never done one of those before, but I was inspired by the prompt... and not in the way most were lol. Being that one of the main reasons of me writing this fanfic is to improve my writing skills in general, I decided that going forward, I would incorporate the friday writing prompts into my story. The section that is the prompt with be underlined, and the prompt itself will be in bold. Let me know what you think.

Also, this chapter might seem a little too descriptive at times, while baffling at others. It is intentional. I am trying to really set the scene for when Sang finally breaks, and I want it to be clear through the writing that it isn't so much that she is changing as a person, but more so that she is emotionally cracking. Please bare with me... but if there are parts where you feel confused, comment and ask questions. I love answering them. I will do my best to make it all come together in a few chapters.*

Sang Pov 

Walking into the diner, I immediately felt better. There was just something about it that made me feel safe. One would think with everything going on with the boys, I would want to be anywhere but here right now, but I didn't feel that way. I just hoped that Uncle didn't make me leave, or worse, call in the Calvary. I hadn't slept a single moment last night. First, I couldn't stop thinking about everything Victor had said, and my warring emotions about it all.

On one hand, I did understand why they would think that they needed to go slow with me as individuals. They saw me as an abused girl that they had rescued. I could understand, objectively, why they would have been afraid to push me, or scare me off by being to forward. I can even understand how much they all truly cared about me. They didn't do anything they did with the intention to hurt me, and I knew that. 

But on the other hand, I couldn't help but feel betrayed. It might be different if this was just one instance where I caught them making decisions for me that I didn't even know about. But it wasn't. It may even be different if a few of them had decided that was what they thought was best for our individual relationships. But again, that is not what happened. They voted. They all had a meeting about me and voted on this, and I just couldn't make that okay in my mind. I was about to list the reasons why in my head, much like Kota probably would, when a kind voice broke through the fog that was my thoughts.

"Well good morning little bird! What are you doing here this early?" Uncle called from behind the counter. He seemed to be wiping down a new machine. It was one that I had never seen before, and it looked very intimidating. Gazing at it curiously, I almost forgot to respond.

"Morning Uncle. I needed some time to myself, and being that I can't drive, there isn't really many places I can go. Is it okay if I hang out here for a while?" I chewed the bottom of my lip, hoping that he would just nod, and not ask any questions. I was never that lucky though.

"Don't you need to be going to school soon?" He asked. I could tell by his voice that he was already suspicious. I could either try to lie, give up completely, or just tell him the truth. I was going to try the truth.

"Truth is, I'm avoiding the boys." His eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened.

"Why is that little bird?"

"I am not very happy with the way they have been treating me lately and I just need a break." I looked down at my lap.

Hearing some strange noises, I looked back up. Uncle was fiddling around with the machine, pushing buttons, pulling on levers. It looked crazy. After a few moments, he put a mini coffee mug in front of me.