Perfectly right

8teen days that could change

I got home after school, I started walking home. It gave me time to think about everything, this anonymous person, my mom, my life.

I had a pretty normal and easy life, no one talked to me, and I talked to no one. I minded my own business as much as possible.

But what was I doing now? Sitting on my bed, staring at Andrew.

~~one hour earlier~~

I got home and laid down on my bed, I looked at the court papers and my eyes started watering. Why couldn't she just stay out of my life?

I laid there and ended up falling asleep until I heard someone banging on the door, thankfully my dad had taken my sister out for a trip.

"Coming!" I yelled not sure who I was expecting.

"Andrew?" I opened up the door my eyes still had a hint of redness to them.

"We need to talk." He said and walked in.

"Is everything okay?" I asked and he shrugged. "Follow me." I walked up to my room and sat on my bed criss cross, and he did the same sitting in front of me. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know." His voice had a hint of coldness and at the same time, worry. "Why don't you tell me?" I looked down.

"I'm fine." I played with my hands in my lap.

"No you're not Ayda. You need to talk to us." He was nervous. "Please? At least talk to me, I'm not going to tell them about this conversation." He pleaded. "Look at me."

I looked up with tear filled eyes.

"You have dark circles under your eyes from not sleeping well, you haven't been eating, your eyes are puffy from crying, you haven't talked, or smiled, or laughed or anything." He noticed, that made me feel slightly better, I decided to tell him.

"Everything is falling apart again." My voice cracked. "My mom, she left when I was 4, more like she was arrested." I looked back down, he was taken back by me opening up.

"Keep going." He grabbed one of my hands with his.

"I hate her, she fucked up my life. I can't trust anyone who says that they care no matter what." I said coldly. "When she got arrested, she had to sign over full parental rights to my dad." I used my free hand to wipe my face off.

He stayed silent so I could continue. "That was the best day of my life," I smiled sadly. "I didn't have to see her like she was. I was with my father. I've been happy for 13 years." I lost the smile. "That could change in 18 days, she's taking my father back to court."

"It's going to be okay, just relax." He opened his arms and his legs so he could hold me while we talked. (Like the banner, but she's sitting in between his legs not on them so her head is closer to his chest.) I leaned my head against his chest.

"She wants to take me away from here, my dad, my sister, my friends." I let everything out. "I can't do that again." I sniffed and he wrapped his arms around me.

"Everything is going to be fine, just relax, don't stress." He played with my hair and it was working.

"I guess you're right, I'm stressing over something I can't control." I shrugged. "But you can't tell anyone about this, I don't even know if I'm supposed to tell anyone."

"You have my word." He promised and I relaxed and stopped crying. "Where's your dad?"

"He took my sister on a mini trip for two weeks, she doesn't know what's going on, so he's trying to distract her." Andrew nodded.

"How old is she?" He asked curiously.

"She's four." I smiled thinking of her first day of preschool. It felt oddly nice to just be held and talked to. "Thank you for just letting me talk, and listening to me." I gave him a hug.

"You can call me anytime." He smiled and I swear I seen a glint of hope in his eyes.

"I will." I smiled back.

"Oh I brought you something." He grabbed his bag he had set down. "Just in case you need to let loose and not worry about anything for a while." He pulled out a bottle of blue raspberry vodka and handed it to me.

"You didn't have to, but thank you. I could definitely use it." I smiled and got off his lap.

"I have to go now though, but seriously if you need to let something out, you can call me anytime." He have me a smile and stood up. "Bye Ayda."

"Bye Andrew." I smiled as he left.

I laid down and started wondering about the anonymous number, would it be weird if I texted them? Oh well.

"Hey."

"Hello Ayda."

"Don't get too flattered, I'm just bored."

As soon as I sent that I got another text from an unknown number.

"Hey"

"Uhm, hi. Who is this?"

"Oh it's Clarke, I got your number from Alex." I groaned out loud to myself. Of course, and I couldn't text Alex about it either.

"Oh uhm hey," I sent nervously then realized I already said hey once.

"I'm sorry about being rude to you today." He actually apologized? If you knew Clarke you knew not to mess with him. Clarke never apologizes. Ever.

"Oh it's fine, I was rude too."

"You had a reason though, I was just being an ass."

"Yeah kinda."

"You're not supposed to agree with me!" I laughed.

"You said it not me, haha."

"Anyways what's up?"

"Nothing really, I'm honestly just watching Netflix."

"Can I come over?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I want to show you I'm not an ass all the time."

"Oh okay yeah." I sent the address and he said he'd be there in literally a minute. Apparently he lived across the street. I walked downstairs while throwing my hair up into a ponytail to make it more presentable.

Oh shit my eyes must be red!

I was about to go check when I heard a knock on the door. I walked and opened the door. "Hey Clarke." I gave a small smile and let him in.

"Hey Ayda, I didn't know you lived here." I chuckled.

"It's only been a few months." I shrugged.

"Are you high?" He looked surprised.

"What?! No!" I said loudly.

"I mean I don't care if you are, just saying your eyes are bloodshot." He teased. I sat down on the couch and motioned him to sit next to me, which he did and I turned on a movie.

"No it was just uh," I hesitated. "My contacts, they messed up or something." I lied.

"Okay." He seemed to believe me.

"Are you thirsty or anything?" I offered.

"I'm kind of thirsty actually, can I have some water?" He asked and I nodded.

"Yeah one second." I grabbed him a water and I grabbed a blue Gatorade. I took a few drinks out of it and excused myself to my room for a second. I filled half of the Gatorade bottle with some of the vodka from Andrew and went back downstairs.

"Thank you, did your Gatorade re-fill it's self or something?" I shook my head.

"I grabbed another one." I lied easily, I took a drink and welcomed the small burn from the vodka.

I needed this.

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Woo! Two in one night! Sorry about the chapter title last chapter. I forgot!