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SEVEN

TRENTS POV

"Owww...ughh." I look up from the mega screen plastered on the pale wall to find her rubbing her temples lightly.

"Morning princess." Catching her attention by surprise, she rolls her eyes and lets her back fall against the soft sheets.

"Where the fuck am I? And why the fuck are you here, creep!" She attempts to lift herself off the bed only causing her light headed self to land on the cold floor.

"Oww what the f-"
"Uck Mae! Can you take it easy?" I lend out a hand for help but she denies it with a shake off her head. She brings her head up that was tucked inside the gap of her legs, revealing her rosy cheeks. She's embarrassed.

She starts rotating her fragile body making her back lean against the bed well I keep my eyes closely locked on her hoping to catch her in time, if she makes another mistake.

I want her to look up again. I want her to show me her beautiful face. I want to see her cheeks fluster again.

I want her to notice I care for her because I might be the only brotherly bond she has.

I don't even trust myself with her, I'll admit.

"So how was your sleep beautiful?" I slide against the sliding door to the balcony, seating right across from her.

She flinches at the word beautiful causing me to flinch too. Weird.

She slowly lifts her head up but staring right past me towards the reflection of herself on the glass.

"Fuck." She mumbles, while trying to pat down the hairs that are standing. A few seconds later she gives up and just sighs while tucking her head back in between her legs.

"Uhh...so how wa-"
"Can you just fu- fuck off!" Her little stutter made me wonder if she was joking till I saw her head lift up again as she spoke louder without hesitation.

"Fuck off Trent! I'm not fucking playing you fucking fuckboy!" Her head doesn't lower, neither does the anger in her eyes disappear.

Not going to lie, that hurt. Am I really a fuck boy? Do I really come off as that type?

My back slides up the glass as my legs unfold and without no hesitation I start to head to the door without looking back.

I mumble under my breathe, but loud enough for her to hear.

"Fine, whatever hoe." I swear I could even feel the pain she felt when I called her a hoe. But it's too late for her to take back what she assumed and it's to late for me to take back what I said.

Before I reached the doorknob I heard a sound.

"Wait." If only you could feel how much hope I was feeling at what she whispered.

"Wha-yeah?" I loosen up a bit in hope she might apolygize. She doesn't, she just made it worse.

"If Ty- Tylers here can you tell him I want to talk to him?" I swear to God his name even with the sound of her voice makes me want to rip him into pieces.

I prefer not to answer and walk out without forgetting to slam the door.

I stay standing in shock, at my own actions.

A small sniffle sounds from behind the white wooden door. Followed by her nose being blowed but before she can finish blowing her nose, her cry becomes louder than my own thinking.

Fuck, I just made her cry. Yeah no shit sherlock.

I'm a fucking jerk. I knew it, she's better off with him. Even if I hate to admit it, he'll treat her better than I ever can.

Realizing my mistakes, I head down the stairs to look for him but am stopped when I notice him walking up.

I make eye contact for a while with him before spitting the words out.

"Mae, she wants you." I succeed in not stuttering. Letting him know, I'm not affected by my own words. His smirk appears on his face shortly, realizing my words.

"Where?" He trys to wipe the smirk off but I notice there's more effort in him smirking then there is trying not too.

"Look for yourself." I roll my eyes, while taking one more glance at the door that stopped me from seeing her.

I'm fucking useless. I'm pathetic. My Mum is right with one thing.

I should've died before her doctor could even tell that she was pregnant.

I'm just a big mistake. If I wasn't born, maybe my Dad and Mum would've still been together. Maybe my Mum would stop turning to alchohol and cigarettes to solve her problems. Maybe Mae wouldn't have cried today. Fuck it all.

I quickly grabbed my keys that was sitting on the marble bench next to Brent who was drooling all over the bench.

A small faint smile appeared, I'll miss him the most.

Few hours later.

All you have to do is just kick the chair Trent. It's not hard, you've tried before but now it's going to happen. Don't wuss out.

Memories upon memories. Replaying over and over. A little sound erupts from behind the door disturbing the thought of Mae.

It quickly opens, revealing a newly lit cigarette in between the fingers of my mother.

Remembering the reason why I was going to end it all, I bring myself back to the rope tangled in between my fingers.

"HAHAHA Trent buhdii, go ahead, jump! Or are you a pussy?"

She smirks before opening up the chiller and grabbing a few bottles. She passes by me again and just pats me on the back but before completely leaving she adds.

"Go on, run away from your problems bitch. Run away like your Dad did. Like father like son." And then she left, just like that.

I thought maybe if I left, she'd realize how much her words impacted me, but of course. She doesn't fucking care. When has she ever?

I'm done with this! Done with feeling suicidal, fuck emotions, fuck feelings. Fuck the old me. The one who cared, the one who loved, the one who was down to earth for someone even if they weren't even 7% for me.

Fuck everyone. Hope you like the new me bitches.
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