When we were 21.
It was already midnight when I planned to sneak out again to met Karl. I was wearing his pink hoodie that time when my Mom suddenly opened my bedroom's door and saw me midway in the window trying to got my self out. It was so nerve wrecking, I felt my blood run out from my body. I looked down and checked if Karl was still there and yes, he was.
I saw Mom walked near me and she also looked out from the window and saw Karl with his all pale face. My Mom was the beastest that time. She even pulled my hair and had drag me out from my room. She called Dad and immediately they let Karl got inside the house and confronted us. They had even tried to separate us, against all odds. They said I was so young that time.
That year was so hard, it was really difficult for the both of us, I was guarded by my both parents and they would not even let me hangout with my friends, but I was so greatful that we had managed the situation and survived.
YOU ARE READING
10 Years and Counting
Short StoryShe was never quite ready, but she was brave. She never seemed shattered, she was a breathtaking mosaic of the battles that she won. And the universe loved that.
