Daniel's POV.
Out of all people... Why him!?
I glare at Kin, who just pushed me. He is smirking evilly.
"Look who's here?" He says with a teasing tone. I stand up, still glaring at him.
"What do you want?" I ask, demanding an explanation which I'll never get.
"Just checking on you. That's all. Who's the chick—"
I cut him off with a punch to the face. He backs off, surprised.
"Is there a problem? If not then leave me alone!" I yell, angry.
"You bastard! You want to die quick, huh?" Kin grunts. He touches his mouth, realizing he is bleeding.
Wow, this guy seriously wants to pick a fight now?.
Without saying anything else I walk past him. I am minutes away from my house. I don't care that he could follow me, he doesn't have enough time to annoy me.
This is great. Now that I thought things would get better. But I guess I can't help it since I always fought every time he picked a fight on me.
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I am now in the front yard of my house. I remain silent. On my way here, I heard Kin yell some things but I didn't pay attention.
I sigh. I take out my keys and open the door.
Another day...
I make my way to the couch and sit down.
I feel a buzzing feeling in my pants. I take out my phone to check.
A message from Mom.
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Messages
Mom
Hey honey. How are you?
Me
I'm fine Mom, how are you doing? I heard you were out all day.
Mom
Yeah. I was attending some businesses. I'm fine tho.
Me
Well. Thanks for texting me. I'm making dinner right now, and I almost burned my hand. See ya.
Mom
See you, honey. Before you go, I wanted to apologize for leaving. I'm so sorry-
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I lock the phone and put it away, without reading the full message. I made an excuse to avoid that conversation, but she always reads my mind and talks about it, anyways.
I walk to the kitchen and make a sandwich for dinner.
It will take time for me to get used to this arm. The damage is minimal. It will probably heal in a few hours but it hurts like hell.
I eat my sandwich on the couch.
I stare into space.
I can't stop thinking about her...
Vanille.
I shake my head in realization.
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Non-Fiction(Based on our own story.) A boy that was hurt and scarred by everyone. Another that everything good he had was taken away. A girl that lost everything in the blink of an eye. Another that had it all. When they cross paths. What would happen? Only ti...
