Star-Crossed

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.

SKY

I finally made it home. It was about five, so the sun was setting beautifully. I've always loved the sunset, it was something that eased me in a matter of seconds. But that evening, I found myself wishing it was dark. Dark and cold.

There was nothing like being torn apart by someone I trusted.

Alexander took so many things from me in such a short time. My heart, my body and my dignity.

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair that I was hurting because of him when I did so much to help him.

Too many times I've helped him with the anger issues he had. Before, it could only take him getting one question wrong in a worksheet I gave him for him to start punching holes in the wall.

I helped him with his father issues, but all he did to me was spit on me.

I felt dirty for letting him do all of these things to me, when his intent was so wrong all along. To use me and get rid of me, not for anything other than to tell his stupid old friends.

All of those times he moaned my name, everything he looked at me with both love and lust in his green-blue eyes, it was all fake. He did not like it as much as I did, and instead of telling me or keeping it to himself, he humiliated me.

New York was supposed to be a good time for me.

I finally laid on my bed, still in my sweater and jeans. I was home alone and the quietness was soothing but I did wish I had someone to talk to about this.

I had nobody though. I could call Elena but I didn't want her to know about what Alex did.

Gone With The Wind was standing right there on my shelf, inviting me to read it, so I changed into comfortable clothes and began to read it on my bed.

Reading and writing had always been an escape for me. It was so fascinating how words on paper could completely pull me out of reality, and into the world that an author created.

Books captivated my emotions. They made me laugh, shout and cry. It was so easy for me to become attached to a book and let myself fall.

It had just struck me that Alexander was like a book.

When I started to be friends with Alex, he was that escape for me. Our skipping expeditions were a way for me to get out of the real world and have fun.

I didn't have to worry about school expectations, I forgot about my dark past, all I could focus on was how much fun it was to be with him.

But I let my emotions get in the way, and he had every one of my emotions in his hand. I laughed, shouted and cried because of him. Just like a book.

The only thing I needed to do was close the book and never read it again.

A knock on the door startled me. "Sky, are you in here?" My mother asked me from the other side of the door.

"Yeah."

She opened the door and came out, looking like her usual self. A tight black dress, heels that looked like they hurt and a wig on top of her head.

"Are you alright?" My mother asked, and I sat up on the bed and wiped my tears I didn't even know were falling from my eyes.

I simply nodded though, not wanting to get into what Alexander did to me.

She sat beside me on my bed and asked, "Are you upset because of a boy?"

I immediately looked down my lap, not being able to look at her eyes while I felt so embarrassed. Tears began to sting my eyes, and I covered then with my hands.

"Aww, Baby." My mother pulled me to her arms. She still smelled like the rich cocoa scent I remember from my childhood. I cried more against her chest.

I got away from getting mistreated in Toronto, and moved all the way here in Riverside only for it to happen here again.

I was allowed to cry.

Luck just doesn't seem to be in my pocket.

My phone suddenly started to vibrate from beside me, and when I looked at my phone, I saw Alex's name flashing. My stomach turned even more, and I debated if I should answer to curse him out and get an explanation.

Close the book, Sky.

My mother's eyes followed mine and they landed on the buzzing phone as well.

"Caroline Scott's son?" She questioned and I nodded, wondering how she knew him. "That boy is trouble. Is he the one making you cry?"

I simply didn't reply, but she could probably tell that he was the one.

"So this is why Mark told me you're spending Christmas with them. He's your boyfriend?" She taunted me, not knowing that she was.

"No." I responded. "I want to be alone, please."

She sighed before getting up from my bed. "Well, you tell me what you want to do for Christmas. I'm not going to drag you with Mark and I, do whatever makes you happy."

Oh, and Alexander ruined Christmas for me too.

I didn't even know for sure what I wanted to do, but spending it with Alexander's family would've been so much better than Mark's family.

I would have rather just spent Christmas alone in my bed at that moment.

I read and read until I couldn't anymore, but now my mind was full of bad memories.

New York was hell, here was going to be hell. Where was I supposed to go now? There were six months of school left, but I didn't know if I could do it after what happened.

School bullying was a horror to be a victim of, and I didn't want to go through it again.

I could take the four classes I had left in summer school, but that would have just pushed me back and I'd be in nineteen in college.

"Fuck all of this." I whispered to myself.

When I reminded myself that the deadline for university applications were in just two months, I grabbed my laptop and started to visit some university websites.

I didn't even know where to apply, but I knew I wanted to take something that involved writing. New York was out the picture, so was Santa Barbara, so I picked the only other place I ever visited and found beautiful; Seattle.

I applied for a bunch of universities there, before I realized that we were the morning of the next day and slept until the night of that day.

My teenage life was ruined, but I wasn't going to let my future life be ruined as well.

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