Good Intentions

Ch20 Part 3: Catching Your Breath

***Okay ladies (and gents maybe), this is where Sang is going to start to shift. She has been showing signs of losing her temper and moments of strength, this is where they are really going to start pouring out. She will still have struggle with her voice and her anger... but she will start to stand up for herself here, and clue into her own potential. It wont be immediate, but more like a seesaw.

Recap

"That's okay, Pookie. We can wait for you." His words were simple, but something about the look in his eyes combined with the tone of his voice and his hands on me, made me think that they were anything but. I might have disregarded it, being that I could barely keep my eyes open at this point, but his next words made it perfectly clear that he meant something so much more. "We will wait for you."

What did that even mean?

Sang POV

I blinked at him. I was at my limit. As amazing as the last few weeks had been, it was all coming to a head and it was just too much. My mother wasn't my mother. Her hatred for me almost killed me. My dad was gone. Marie hated me. I was being targeted every which way at school. Mr. McCoy had attacked me. I almost suffocated in a sawdust pile not even five days ago. My only friends were all trying to date me, or something ridiculous like that. They were all lying to me behind my back. And I am not even a real person. How was I supposed to deal with this? How was I supposed to feel about all of this new information? How was I supposed to feel about the 9 amazing boys that saved my life, but refuse to treat me as an equal.

Did I even deserve to be treated as an equal? Was I their equal? Even if I wasn't, how did they ever expect me to become that, if they didn't let me try? Maybe they didn't want one, maybe they just wanted a broken girl to care for. Maybe that's all I was. A burden. A worthless whore. A raised voice broke me out of my downward spiral.

"Sang. SANG." Sean was bordering on frantic, trying to get my attention.

"What does that mean?" I asked quietly. I couldn't take the uncertainties anymore. They needed to just say what they meant from here on out. I couldn't handle being confused all the time. Who could? Is this how all guys talked to girls they supposedly liked? Riddles?

"What?" Sean asked, confused by my sudden question. How long had I been stuck in my head?

"You said, we will wait for you, what does that mean?" I repeated. My whole body was vibrating. Maybe from nerves. Maybe from exhaustion. He eyed me for a few seconds, taking me in, and trying to plan his response. I stiffened, waiting for him to throw another vague meaningless answer out, but he was interrupted.

"Miss Sorenson, he means he will respect your wishes and wait for you to discuss the meeting with me when you are ready. Though I would love to-"

"Stop," I said through clenched teeth. If I am being honest, I completely forgot he was on the phone, and hearing him answer a question that was so clearly not for him had me seething. I had never experienced the type of anger that I had been feeling the last few days. No matter what my step mother or father or sister had done, I had never been this angry. It was uncomfortable, and unsettling, and I needed everyone to stop. I didn't want to be angry like this. I didn't like how it made me feel.

"Pardon, stop what, Miss Sorenson?" He sounded confused. What right did he have to be confused?

"Stop talking to me like I am a child that you need to handle with kid gloves. And stop speaking for other people. Goodnight Owen." I spoke slowly, and clearly so that there could be no mistake. I heard his harsh intake of breath, as well as Sean's unamused snort, before I hung up the call. This wasn't about Owen, and he had no right to be apart of this conversation. Not yet. "Sean, what did you mean? And don't give me some fake half truth to protect my delicate nature. Say what you mean."