Never Let Go// Prinxiety

Chapter six: I can still ask for more.

Tw: homophobia, mention of past tense abuse, father leaving

Now I know I've been doing a lot with the girls lately but this is an important chapter and it is vital to the story.

I promise next chapter is gonna be with one of the main sanders sides.

Kayla's POV:
I live in the most expensive neighborhood in town. I live on the wealthiest block in the neighborhood. I live in the biggest house on that block. My family parades in designer clothes and hundred-thousand dollar cars. And Somehow, even with all that, I can still wish for more.

I wish I was born in a different family. One where my dad and my brother didn't go to live their dreams in New York, and leave me in a figurative ditch with my mother, stepfather, and two insubordinate step brothers. I wish I was born into a family where I was taught to express my emotions, and to use them to my advantage, rather than set them aside, promising yourself that you will get to them, only to be forgotten. I wish I was born into a family where everyone accepts everyone, rather than only accepting the best of the best. Rather than only accepting perfection.

I wish I could have been born in a family that accepts that everyone as a person is different, and each of us makes our individual choices and mistakes.

I wish I was born into a family that loved me.

I remember a time when I had that. I just now realize how beautiful it was. My father and my mother got pregnant with my brother when they were 18. They figured, because they were having a child, and they had the same major goals in life, that they should be wed. They had me when they were 19.

Me and my brother were close. When we were young we didn't have much, but we had each other for our entertainment. We spent all day laughing at each others dry humor, and we promised that we would always be friends. Neither of us knew how lucky we were.

When I was eleven, my father and mother started getting into fights. At this point, both my mother and my father had graduated law school, and had their PhD. My father was offered a job as a professor at a law school in New York, but my mother did not approve.

One day my mother and father got into a fight so bad, the neighbors called the police on us. That was the night my mother hit my father with a chair.

The next mourning, I woke up with my brothers room empty, my fathers place in the bed cold, and a note on the refrigerator. It read:

Dear Veronica,
I hate to have to leave like this. To leave you alone with Kayla. I can't stand your cruel ways anymore though. Know that I don't regret my decision of leaving, and I feel as though this should never had happened. I'm leaving to New York with my son, Incase you wanted to know. I'm leaving my mistakes behind. 
                Sincerely, John.

I was his mistake. He left me behind. Left alone to be forgotten in the endless loop that is time. I told myself I didn't want to ever see him or my brother again, but I know that part of me still wished that they would have taken me with them. At least I would still have some assurance that I was meant to be here on this planet.

My little brothers are currently playing outside in the yard. My step father is off selling houses. Earlier Darla said she wanted to come over and watch a movie, so I'm getting ready for that. My mother is upstairs in her office, just as usual.

"Mother, my friend if going to come here later today!" I told her. "Kayla, please come here!" I headed upstairs to her office.

"Who is this friend of yours?" She asked me, not looking away from her computer screen. "Just a friend from school" I answered. She turned around in her swiveling chair. "She better not be someone that could ruin your reputation, like those fags you used to hang out with." She was referring to Virgil, Patton, and Amara. They were the people that she had met when I saw them in the park dog walking, or when they came over for dinner, or when they came over so I could help them study. "I don't want you hanging out with those queers. They could give the people in this town a bad impression of you." I didn't say anything. I let her believe that my silence was an agreement. It wasn't that at all. " I hate those people. It's in natural."

Everyday she goes on about this. And every day it gets harder. Cause everyday I have to stare at my self in the mirror and remind myself that if my mother ever found out about me, I would be left to the streets. And everyday I have to look at the girl that I have fallen for, and remember that there is no hope for us, cause possible way my mother wouldn't find out if we were to be together as a couple.

"She's just a normal girl" I told her, even though she is everything but.

I heard a knock on the door. I quickly went downstairs to open it. Outside was Darla, wearing her huge smile, and carrying a handful of DVD's. "G'mourning Kay!" She said, the goofy grin still plastered to her face. "Darla, it's 3:00 in the afternoon" I shook my head. She's absolutely perfect in every way, but she still is very slow. "Wanna watch lady and the tramp?" She asked, really exited for this. I don't understand how someone with so many emotions can be happy and friendly all the time. "Sure." I said. I gave her a small smile. We headed upstairs to my bedroom.

I people! Its me Lou! Srry I haven't posted in a while, but things have been pretty hard with my mental state and 7th grade drama. Nothing serious though.

I also want to thank you people who are reading this. I didn't realize how many people have seen this! It may not be a lot compared to the other books here on wattpad, but it a lot for me and thank you so much.

Have a great day. Baiii!