Young Blood || Cimorelli

[8]

        We kept the position for a few minutes, until the sky was dark and the sun was completely gone.

        'Are you feeling better?' He suddenly asked me. I looked at him, he was still wearing his sun glasses but I still could feel how honest and human he was being with me.

        'Yeah. Thank you so much' I told him and he just smiled at me with his million dollar smile. I got up fast, in fear of what it might happen. In fact, reality just hit me as I looked around and saw it was completely dark and I was hugging a freaking stranger. He looked at me confused. 'I'm sorry, but I have to go' I told him fast, turning around and walking back to where I came from.

        'Stop!' He yelled at me, and that's what I did. He touched my arm and I turned around. 'I'm luke' He replied taking off his sunglasses. Somehow, he looked extremely familiar, but I couldn't figure it out.

        'I'm Spencer' I replied, giving him a weak smile. 'I think I should go' I said, but before I could turn around, he held my hand.

        'Can we... can I call you sometime?' He shyly asked and I was in shock.

        'Sure' I replied to him and he handed me his phone. I typed my number and he added me to his contacts. He smiled at me and I turned around, leaving him behind.

        After a few minutes of walking, I finally got home. I carefully stepped inside, hoping that nobody had noticed me but as usual, I was wrong. Everybody was waiting for me next to the piano, apparently the new 'meeting' room.

        'We need to talk' Dad told me. He had a serious expression on his face and my other siblings were looking down, probably ashamed. Mom had red puffy eyes, and I knew she had been crying... I don't blame her, I guess that's what you're supposed to do when you act like a bitch to your own daughter.

        'I don't wanna talk' I said walking upstairs. Michael lifted me up to his shoulders and practically dragged me to the chair next to mom. I got up annoyed and sat on the floor, not wanting to stay closer to her.

        'Care to explain where have you been the past hour?' Dad asked, concerned. I sighed.

        'Nowhere' I whispered, avoiding the question. The truth is, that I wanted them to know what was going on, I wanted them to know how bad my life was. But I kept feeling betrayed, lonely and I knew part of that feeling was because of them, of what they did to me.

        'What happened earlier?' He asked, without pushing the answer to the previous question.

        'I bet you already know' I replied, annoyed.

        'I want to hear your side of the story' He added, looking at me with his deep dark eyes.

        'There's no other side of the story, they know what they did, they know what I've heard. They can't deny it, they can't change it. It's done, it passed and I couldn't care less about this conversation' I said, getting up from my spot.

        'Spencer...' I heard Lisa. I looked at her, feeling how every door that I had opened for her in my heart was slamming me right in the face.

        'Don't' I replied, holding back my tears.

        'I'm so sorry' She apologized, and I tried to believe her, but I couldn't, I just... I couldn't.

        'Of all the people that has disappointed me in my life... you're the one that definitely disappointed me the most. I wasn't prepared, there was no warning. But now I get it you know? How could I be stupid enough to let you in, to let you have my back... I almost thought that I could fully trust in you. Luckily I didn't, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt, because it does. it hurts like hell. So don't come back here asking for my forgiveness, ask yourself if after what you did to me... will you forgive yourself' I cried out, getting rid of all the emotions of the moment. Tears were falling down her cheeks, and I knew she was suffering, more than any of my siblings. But I couldn't bare the fact that she stabbed me in the back. I ran up the stairs and I went to sleep, hoping that all that had happened today was nothing but a nightmare.