ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔏𝔦𝔣𝔢

PART 3

PART III: I'm a poodle

"Please don't leave" I began to cry, following mom, begging her repeatedly but unfortunately, she just don't wanna listen

but why?

Doesn't she love me anymore?Doesn't she want me anymore?

Am I not worth of her love?

My mom started to open the door, leaving when I caught her hand, she glanced towards my direction blankness on her eyes, as if there's no soul within, she struggles to get it away, my tears running down my cheeks.

"Mom, please don't leave. I'll change, please?I'll be good.", I plead.

She finally manages to open the knob and my hand away from hers when she spoke "You wanna know why I'm leaving?"

I hung my head low and continued to cry "It's because you are not worth loving, you are useless"

Her words struck me like lightning at that very moment, I stopped crying and looked at her, one more time.

I smiled at her "You may go now..Olympia" I saw her eyes widen before she left, shutting the door.

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I was awoke by someone poking me, I glanced upward "You!?" "Hey don't scream at me I just woke you up"

Oh.Strike of guilt "Oh, sorry"

Silence were present when he spoke  "were you dreaming?" followed by a chuckle.

I glared at him, "None of your business." 

"I was just asking though since I saw you crying", he immediately covered his mouth.

wait-WHAT?he saw me crying?shameful.

"Maybe you're hallucinating" I answered,hopefully in a pleasant way.

"What was your dream about?"

"Why would you wanna know?"

"Why don't you wanna tell?"

"It's my dream anyway."

He's being too annoying right?He's invading my privacy!

he glanced at his wristwatch"Oh well, our detention is already done so, next time then?"

I rolled my eyes at him before making my way to the door--next time his ass I'll never wanna be with him EVER.

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WARNING: A few inappropriate words will be present, continue at your own risk.

"Well it wasn't really my fault"

"Yes of course it is.", he argued back.

I sighed.

"How can you even say so?", he just shrugged and said

"Based on your story, fault's on you"

how on Earth is it my fault?

he smirked, "You should try not to think out loud specially at times like this."

I was surprised, I did what?Oh shit, am I insane?

"I still can't see why the case of 'me being in detention' is 'my fault'", I changed back to topic and did the 'air quotations'

"Because I said so"