eliza 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗 saturday - i sat there, for the millionth time in the last 2 weeks, crying in the back corner of a diner. a half drunken milkshake sat in front of me.
it's my fault tho, right? i let him keep doing this to me. my family thinks he's so perfect but he's not, he really isn't and i just want to tell them so badly.
i started pointing around with the straw of my milkshake. this is the 5th time he has abused me in some sort of way. either is mentally or physically, there is no in between.
this diner is mostly always empty. considering it's not a well known place. i checked the time, it read 7:35. i sighed knowing i had to go home. leaving money at the table, i stood up and started walking towards the door.
i put my hood on and looked down the whole way to the door, making me bump into someone that was walking in.
"𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲." i said, looking up at the person. i've never seen him in here before.
"𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠." he said, smiling a bit.
i gave him half a smile back, "𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨."
"𝐢'𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱, 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲." the boy said.
"𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨." i said, not having time to have small talk.
"𝐨𝐡, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐤. 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮." he said.
i just nodded and walked out, making my way home. coming up with excuses to why i was home late.
i made it home, opening the front door i was greeted by my mom.
"𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧?" she asked.
"𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬." i lied.
"𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠." she said, i nodded.
she let me go and i walked to my room. i closed my door, took out my earphones and started listening to music.
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this is ugly, i apologize 😗 this and introduction or whatever !!
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