2 years later and the pain was still unbearable. Every night I would toss and turn in bed, struggling to fall asleep.
I remembered that disastrous day crystal clear. It was as if it had only happened yesterday. The day that all my happiness vanished into nothing. I had lost many people that day and until now I still blamed him. It was his fault I had nothing, his fault I had no one.
You must be wondering who 'he' is; Well let me tell you...
When I first moved into this neighbourhood at the age of four, I met a boy the same age as me. His name was William. I remember how we became friends fast at such a young age and we created a strong unbreakable bond as we grew up. Everyone knew how close we were, he understood and cared for me and respected me. When we turned 14 he told me he loved me. Love is a strong word but I trusted him, I trusted that he would never hurt me and so I made the foolish mistake of believing him and we began dating.
I was so young and naive back then, We'd say we loved each other when really we hadn't a clue what love was.
I was so happy with him until I found out the truth a year later.
He didn't care like I had thought he did. I was so wrong. I remember the day I caught him cheating on me with the girl I disliked most. The fear of loosing him to her became reality that day.
I will never trust anybody again. No matter how nice they may come across as, or how much they pretend to care I will never make the same mistake I previously did.My younger brother is the only person I can talk to about anything. After all he is my brother, my flesh and blood. We are all we have left for each other. My father barely acknowledges either of us. He just comes home late and flops onto the sofa as I tidy up the mess he makes.
I don't have any friends at all, I lost them all when I dropped out of school and began keeping my distance from people. It was the only way to prevent being hurt again.
Every day I walk my brother, Grant to school because I fear that one day I could loose my only brother. He was only twelve and needed someone to look after and protect him and I'm the only person left to do that. It is my duty to look after my younger brother.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Grant wake up and get ready for school" I gently wake my sleeping brother. I get a muffled grunt in response and I leave his bedroom and head downstairs to the kitchen. I sigh as I look at the unconscious body sprawled on the couch. I quietly pick up the bottled beside him and place them in the bin.
I then began preparing bowls of cereal for myself and Grant. I pour 2 glasses of orange juice and place them on the kitchen table. I take my usual seat and slowly began eating my cereal in peace.
"Morning sis" Grant said cheerfully as he sat down opposite me. "Thanks for making my breakfast"
"Eat up so we can leave in 5 minutes, I don't want you to be late again" I said giving him a stern look.
"Geez, your like my mum," he groans.
I ignore his comment and continue to eat my cereal before downing my orange juice and placing them in the sink.
I ran up the stairs and into the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and began combing my tangled hair; transforming it into neat waves.
I made my way back downstairs and slipped on my shoes, "Come on hurry up Grant!"
"On my way" he called with a mouthful of cereal. 5 seconds later her was bent down beside me putting his trainers on.
I unlocked the door and stepped out, locking it once Grant was outside.
"What are you going to do today then?" Grant asked as we began walking.
I shrugged as I kicked a stone repeatedly, "I guess I'll just clean the house up a little before I head of to work. Then after work I'll just pick you up from school like always" I smiled down at him.
"Boring," He drawled,"You don't always have to take me you know... I'm 12 not 2 and I'm actually really strong like goku!"
I shook my head and smiled, "Proves my point- Your 12 and watch Dragonball still."
"I play it on playstation actually" he stuck his tongue out at me playfully.
I laughed as we approached the school building, "Okay, I'll see you later buddy" I ruffled his hair and waved.
"Bye Avery!" He yelled as he ran to his small group of friends.
That's when the loneliness took over as I walked my way home.
YOU ARE READING
Running From Love
Teen FictionMeet Avery Jones; She's a sweet 17 year old girl who struggles facing her fears. She lives with her alcoholic father and younger brother, Grant, who is 12 years young. Living without a mother made things difficult for Avery and Grant whilst growing...