He's My Secret (edited-ish)

Betrayal (8)

I walk threw my house door and took off my shoes before throwing my school bag on one of the sofas.

"Great your home," my mom said as she peaked from around the kitchen most likely because of the sound my bag made when it landed on the sofa.

She stepped out from around the kitchen and was already dressed.

"They called saying I was needed" she explained
"But I didn't want to leave until you came home."

"I need you to bring your father's food to him today again, you don't have to leave right away though ." She said as she looked at me from head to toe.

"You look a little sweaty, take a bath first, relax a little, eat your dinner and if you want to do your homework before you go," she stated.

I hadn't told her about the events that had occurred the night before because I was scared, I mean I'm hardly allowed to go anywhere and I don't want that to change to being allowed to only go to school alone.

I wasn't always the only child, I had an older sister that was four years older than me and she died a year before we moved here.

We don't talk about it because we prefer to remember happy positive things and moments instead of sad negative ones.

She kissed my head and walked out as I smiled at her.

I looked upon a small shelf across the room and spotted the jar that held my sisters' ashes.

They had Cremated her body since we were going to move countries and had wanted to bring her along with us in some way other than pictures and memories.

I ran upstairs and took a bath, trying to forget all the sour and unkind feelings I've had.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in my towel. I walked to my dresser and took out my clothes,  I took up my phone after I was dressed and tried to relax a bit but then I noticed the time.

"I spent 2 and a half hours taking a shower!" I shouted as I  jumped up and ran downstairs, I tried to eat as much of the food I could before I slipped on my shoes and grabbed the food for my father.
I locked the door then ran down the porch steps.

I reached home at about three twenty pm and it was now almost six pm.

I walked passed Terrance's house and to my surprise, he was on his porch steps with a book in his hand.

He hadn't appealed to me as the reading type even though I shared literature with him.

I held my head straight and walked past as if I hadn't seen him.

After I had passed I heard footsteps coming behind me.

"You don't love your life, do you?" he said his accent slightly thicker than normal.

"Why do you care?" I asked

"Well I didn't say I did" he replied.

"Then why are you here?" I asked

"Because I didn't say I didn't either." He replied once more but this time I didn't reply to him, he was just so weird in my eyes and confusing as well.

"Look It's not safe out here and I figured that out on the first week of moving here," he stated but I still didn't say anything.

This caused him to exhale loudly but continued to follow me none the less.

When we were around the corner from my dads' place his footsteps faded, when I looked behind me he wasn't there anymore, he was gone.

I looked around in confusion but he wasn't anywhere in sight. 'That's kinda weird' I thought, but I wasn't going to call for him, of course not.
So I continued walking even though I was wondering where he had disappeared to.

"Hey, Mike." I greeted one of my dads' coworkers as I entered the shop.

I looked over at my dads' desk but he wasn't there.

"He's around back with a customer," Mike yelled before I asked.

"Thanks," I replied as I placed his food on his desk then walked to the door that leads to around the back.

I opened the door and walked threw, but the sight I was faced with was one I'd never thought I'd ever see, ever.

My father sat on a chair with a woman on top of him, as they swapped saliva.

I staggered a bit and accidentally pushed a box of tools causing the box to fall and all the metal tools inside it 'clanged' as they hit the ground, the noise caused them to jump apart from each other and looked over in my direction in fright.

"Amanda?" He asked in disbelief.

"Mom sent you dinner" I stated before I finally looked away from the box of tools and up at them, I then ran out of the building and around the corner that leads towards my home.
The image of my father with lipstick smuggled around his mouth and his shirt all crumbled wasn't going to be a pretty memory.

I ran so fast around the corner and ran straight into someone with an 'ooff'.

I quickly regained my balance, backed up and tried to continue running but the person grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me a little bit.

"Amanda it's me, what's wrong," he asked, his eyes continuously bounced from mine to the direction I was coming from and back, it was Terrance.

I didn't get to answer because I heard my father shouting out my name, It sounded so panicked. At least he had run after me.

"Let's go, please, "I mumbled desperately to Terrance.

He looked back at the direction I came from where the sounds of my fathers' shouts were audible.

"Please" I plead once more as I pulled his hand towards me, trying to get him to follow.

This time he moved along with me and even tried to keep up with my fast paste.

After a while of walking fast and replaying what just happened in my mind over a thousand times, I staggered a bit, somehow I wasn't able to catch my breath.

I won't cry I refuse to cry, why do I always seem to be betrayed by the people I love, it's like the universe loves to see me suffer, I'm always placed in a situation like this.

I didn't even notice that Terrance had caught me and was the only reason I was still standing.

"Slow breaths, breathe Manda just breathe" he stated from behind me as he held me up.

I was able to feel his warm breath on my neck and on the side of my face and it surely didn't help my heart in calming down.

I've already been threw enough in my life and caching feelings for Terrance wasn't going to help my state of mind, I knew that much but female hormones are very weird and uncontrollable.

I regained my composure and pushed away from him.

"Why are you even here? why did you walk with me?." I asked.

"You might have been in danger" he stated in his typical monotoned voice.

"Why!." he didn't answer.

"Why!." I asked again.

"I needed to go somewhere, ok!."

I knew it, I knew there was a reason.

"So you're using me!!," I shouted once more in disbelief, but I did believe it, these type of things happens all the time in my life.

"Just do me a favour and try not to make it a habit" I stated as I glared at him and poked his chest with my index finger before I turned around and continued to walk home.

He had used me to skip physical education class and now he had used me to go somewhere. Maybe I was overreacting, I mean with the intense event that just happened and my hormones already going a-wire who knows what I'll do next.

But one thing I do know is that I refuse to catch feelings for someone who obviously doesn't care about others, not when I have so many personal things to deal with already.

But still, was I overreacting ?.