Rachel Sandoval and her big brother Darry have been through quite a lot. They were abused by their father and was left by their mother. Now that Darry turned 18, he has full custody of his 15 year old sister. He's developed this over protective pers...
October 4th Rachel's p/v "I have cheese and crackers." Kyle says as he hands me a little baggy. "Thank you, darling. Between volunteering at the hospital and keeping up with school, I haven't found time to properly take care of myself." "I want to see you happy and healthy. Everything you do is so inspiring. I wanna be you when I grow up." "That's funny because I wanna be you when I grow up." "Be me? Or be with me."
I smile. He leans and kisses me on the lips. We continue on kissing. I can hear Kyle's phone ringing but I don't want to part from his lips. "Shit." He mumbles as he pulls apart. He frantically pats his pockets until he grabs his phone from his back pocket. "Hello?" Kyle says as he puts speaker on. "The nurse said you can pick up Johnny now. You'll have to fill out some paper work first but it should take no more than 3 minutes." "Alright, I'm on my way. Bye." Kyle stands up. "Stay here and eat your crackers." "Yes sir." Kyle bends over and kisses me on the lips. He zips up his jacket and walks away. My lovely boy.
The entire month of September has been one hell of a rollercoaster. Kyle and I are better than ever, but I do find myself staring at Tyler in class. Not for the wrong reasons, it's just that we haven't said a word to each other since that small argument we had. What doesn't help is that yesterday I saw Tyler and Mary at the farmers market. No matching outfits this time, but they looked really happy. Me? I was having the worse day of my life.
For starters, I left home looking like I was beat up. Pink tank top, grey sweatpants with food stains, and white slip on vans. The day before I was having really bad period camps which is why I didn't go to school on Friday. Kyle was being very supportive and helpful, but he was on a boys trip so I had to suffer alone. Mary of course was dressed like she was ready for the ball. Yellow and white floral dress, brown platform boots, and a denim tote bag with Marilyn Monroe on the front. I felt so underdressed.
To make matters even worse, I bled through my sweatpants and had no idea until a girl told me. Tyler and Mary were in front of me in line for strawberries. I heard a giggle from Mary, but nothing from Tyler. It's like I wasn't there. But that's what I want...I think.
Even if Tyler and I didn't talk in person, it's like we communicate through Instagram captions. We still follow each other on there, thankfully. I have problems. Clearly, I literally took screenshots.
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Tyler posted this ugly photo of himself on September 3rd. Mary commented "whatta shame" and Tyler replied with "we'll get it next time". I know Tyler was talking about me because in show choir during practice he was looking at me a lot. I only know this because Erica thought I had food stains on my face because of how much Tyler looked at me. I was connecting the dots the rest of the day.
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