Possessive Love {Editing}

Chapter 21

Aliyah's Pov

I woke on the familiar red couch I used to fall asleep on every weekend before I moved out.  I sat up slowly rubbing my eyes to adjust to the lightening. My head head started pounding as I sat upright. I groaned laying back down rubbing my temple. I haven't been home since I left and that's mostly because of August. I didn't get to talk to my mom because I fell asleep and I really didn't want to discuss anything at the moment. 

I slowly open my eyes again allowing them to roam the room. Everything looks the same, clean and perfectly organized. The only difference it looks bigger or maybe it was because I was staying somewhere smaller. The house it too small or too big, but its just the right size. It was one of the nicest on the block actually, painted all white on the outside and nicely decorated inside.

My family isn't rich, but we do have a nice amount a money and my mom use to be a lawyer so.. well you get my point. I look up over the fireplace seeing a family portrait of me, my mom, and dad. Even after everything she still didn't take it down. I know my mom loves my dad, but she'll never admit that. If you knew my mom you would know she's always right and your always wrong so I gave up trying to get her to admit it. I smiled at the picture because we look so happy and we were, but things kind of went down hill.

"Would you like some hot cocoa sweetie?" She  ask suddenly appearing in the room.

"Yes please" I said wrapping the covers around my shivering body. I swear I am addicted to that stuff.

I sat on the couch waiting for her to get back passing the time by starring at the picture remembering any memory I had left of my dad.

I felt the couch sank and my mom cleared her throat snapping me out  my thoughts. She noticed my looking at the picture and a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes, but it immediately disappeared.

"So are you going tell me what happened?" she ask handing my a cup of cocoa in my favorite mug. I took a sip of my cocoa then took a deep breath.

"August and I broke up" I said softly

"Why?" she ask showing no emotion

"Y-You were right... um  her turned to not be who I thought he is" I said still not look at her.

"What was I right about?" She questioned

"That he only wanted one thing, but I thought he was different I thought he loved me" I stated looking down at my mug.

"Why do you think he doesn't love you?" She ask still remaining surprisingly calm

"He played me" I said simply

"How exactly did he do that? She ask sipping her what I think is coffee

"I trusted him and he took advantage of me and betrayed me" I said leaving out the details. My mom is like at grenade she can go out at anytime you just have to be prepared for that time.