Big Girls Don't Cry ✔️

Not everything as it seems

Kelsey

Trying to work with Martin on an assignment was like pulling teeth. What was worse? The fact he was a senior, and I was a junior. I get it, no senior likes to work with an underclassman but he could at least be pleasant. Nope, he wasn't.

On top of it, he decided to make my life more complicated then it needed to be. He would tease me, give me a hard time, and anything else he could think of that would make life difficult. That was fantastic. I had no idea what his beef was with me.

He came over to work on the assignment with me and harass me as usual when there was a knock at the door.

"Hang on a minute," I told him as he became annoyed. Nothing new there. I got up and walked over to the door, only to see my birth parents standing there. Oh, hell no.

"I see you're still wearing dresses," Jeremy snapped at me. Yeah, I don't refer to them as mom and dad, they didn't deserve that title.

"And I see you're still an ass," I retorted as Martin watched our exchanges.

"That is no way to speak to your father," he snapped at me.

"Good thing you aren't my father. Your just a sperm donor that comes by with the incubator to make my life a living hell," I barked as my voice went higher.

"Maybe if you had just listened, you wouldn't be in the mess you are now," he declared. Then it turned into a shouting match between them and me with Martin getting up from the couch and dad coming downstairs.

"Jeremy! What the hell?!" Dad yelled at him.

"Baxter, this is between us and...."

Before he had a chance to reveal anything, dad put his fist in Jeremy's mouth.

"Get out of my damn house!" Dad ordered them as Jeremy got to his feet and left. Dad slammed the door behind them, then turned to me, "Kelsey?"

I just shook my head as I ran upstairs, crying. Every so often, those two come around and make my life a living hell. I think they get pure joy and satisfaction out of it. They were such miserable people.

Martin ended up leaving, and I didn't come back down the rest of the night. They ruined my night completely, thanks to the sperm donor.

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The next day I couldn't be bothered with fixing my hair or wearing makeup. I didn't get much sleep, and I felt like hell. I walked into the school and over to my locker when I heard someone say, "rough night?"

I turned to see Martin standing there, "don't act like you care because you and I both know you don't."

"Listen, Kelsey, I don't know what happened yesterday at your house, but I know what it's like to deal with asshole family members. If you ever want to talk, let me know," he offered before walking away.

What was that? Could Martin be nice? Doubt it. Probably wants something to rub my nose in. He probably has the perfect home life and rebels to prove he can. I hated guys like him. Ooh, look at me, I'm a rebel without a clue.

All-day, I felt like hell. Lack of sleep will do that to you. Every time they showed up, I felt like it ripped my world apart. I think they did it on purpose so that I could be as miserable as they are.

Why couldn't they leave me alone? I pondered that question all day. I was finally in the right place, and they kept trying to screw it up.

When school ended, all I wanted to do was go home and go to bed, and Martin stopped me in the parking lot.

"Look, if it's all right with you, I would prefer not working on the assignment. All I want to do is go home and get some sleep," I told Martin.

"Well, that's a shame because you and I need to talk. Get in the car," he ordered me.

I looked at him and groaned. I didn't have the energy to argue with him, so I got into his stupid car. All I wanted to do was sleep. The only problem was, I ended up falling asleep in his car. Yeah, I was that exhausted.

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Martin

I was going to drive Kelsey to a place to talk, but she ended up falling asleep in my car. Whatever happened at her house was enough to leave her exhausted the next day.

I pulled in front of her house and parked the car. I just sat there as she slept. Looking at her, she looked peaceful. As much as I disliked people, I was finding myself drawn to her. Something nagged at me about her.

I just sat there while she slept until she finally awoke and became startled. I just looked at her as she looked around and noticed we were in front of her house.

She sighed and leaned her head back on the seat, "you didn't kidnap me so that must be a good sign."

"I'm not into a kidnapping or any other type of felonious behavior," I said as she sat there. "Want to tell me what happened yesterday?"

"Besides the fact, my sperm donor and incubator showed up, not really," she answered as she fiddled with her hands.

"The people you live with aren't your parents?" I looked at her a bit confused.

"They're my parents, but technically, they're my aunt and uncle. They took me in when I was ten," she whispered as she kept playing with her hands.

"I'm guessing because those other assholes weren't the best parents?"

"If you consider them kicking out their ten-year-old kid because of who they wanted to be, then yeah, sure," she shrugged.

That took me by surprise. Who the hell kicks out a ten-year-old?

"No offense, but I don't want to talk about this," she replied as she opened the car door and got out, slamming it behind her. I didn't go after her but stayed in my car.

Whatever was the reason for them kicking her out, I had a feeling it wasn't good. That made me want to find out the said reason. What are you hiding Kelsey Miller?

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Kelsey

I walked into the house. Martin didn't follow me, which was fine. I didn't want to deal with his questions anymore. It was bad enough he found out the information he did.

What if he found out the rest? Would he use it against me? Would he tell people? I bet he's just waiting to find out so he can have a good laugh.

Guys like him did that sort of thing. He was the type to show he cares then use it against you. I refuse to let that happen. Not now, not ever.

Martin got a glimpse that Kelsey isn't exactly who he thinks she is, but wait until Kelsey finds out things about Martin.

Sometimes the people we least expect to help, do.