B L I N D M E

chapter thirteen

Warning ⚠️: cursing.

I walked, walked, and walked. I walked, and studied everything around me. Everything I could sense. I noticed that when I walked my air forces would make a sound, from the hard street ground and my white shoes, rubbing together every time I took another footstep. I noticed my hand swaying on my sides while walked. I noticed how it was soundless, and peaceful in the neighborhood I was in. It was peaceful sound in my neighborhood, but it sure didn't feel like it with the drama and tension with he people living on the street.

This made me feel relaxed, until I realized I was in my fathers neighborhood. The house of my abusive fucking father. The childhood house that terrifying events had took place. Just great. It didn't help when I had saw my father on the porch of the house. He was with a woman. I couldn't make her appearance as much but she looked so familiar.

But once I realized I was getting closer, I immediately turned on my toes and ran back. I didn't want to go back home, so I didn't. I went to the park me and Alejandro used to talk out the things that happened between my father and the family members in the house. Where we would sort our shit out, as kids. Just as kids, but our thoughts were spilled and pronounced like adults talking about a hard essay. It was essay presented just by the mind of thought and memory.

I had took one look, and sat on the swing. I sat on the swing alone. Alone. I felt alone. I had always been there for everyone but no one was ever there for me. I realized the reality of my life. It made me tear up, next thing you know that a 17 year old girl is sobbing swinging back and forth on a swing. Then I had heard footsteps from behind me. I immediately got into fight or flight mode and got up from the chair and put both fist up.

"Over here cutie." I heard a voice say.

I turned to be meet with anyone but the person I wanted to be meet with right now. Anyone but him. Why the hell does he even have the nerve to fucking talk to me?

"What the fuck do you want Timothee?" I say as my tone so sharp it can cut something, I put my fist and arms by my sides.

"woah woah what's wrong cutie?" He said grinning as he got closer. I backed up.

"Stop calling me that." I said to him almost on the fence of the park now, as he kept walking towards me.

"Do you really want me to stop calling you cutie?" He said, his skinny figure now hovering over you, as his curls tickled your forehead.

"Timothee what do you want from me?" I say breathy. Man, did this boy make me weak. Why though? What did he do to make me feel this weak on my knees? I guess he had an effect on me, and I couldn't do nothing about it. All I could do is think about making his pink lips swollen from mine.

"You." He said only inches away from your face. His lips brushing against yours. This is when reality slapped me in my face so hard.

I flipped him, now having him pinned on the wall. "You wanna know what?" I said to him. "I'm so tired of this Timothee. I've only known you for 3 weeks and all this drama has happened. First you try to fucking approach me, while I was still a random fucking girl to you! God I really don't even know how you figured out my name! I gone through shit you haven't. You don't know me. You don't know my brother. You don't any part of my family. You probably didn't know why I even moved into that fucking neighborhood. I wish I could take everything you did to me back. You take my fucking virginity and then leave me to just ignore. I'm not a whore or hoe you just fucking hook up with and let go. Maybe that's what you see in your eyes but I sure am not. If I have to put you in your fucking place then that what I'll do. You've caused so much shit in the past 3 weeks for me and this shit is not fair. I fucking almost killed my father the other day because he abused me almost my whole fucking life. I can fucking kill someone with my bare fucking hands if I wanted to. So just leave me the fuck alone!" I screamed at him.

Words leaving my mouth without a thought entering my mind. I started to get furious but my breath got the best of me, and that's when I noticed I was crying. I was crying and he wrapped his arms around me. He comforted me, and I really liked it. "I'm sorry Avani. I'm really sorry, I didn't know you felt that way." He said, mumbling into my neck.

I pulled away and looked him into his eyes. Something magnetic was sucking me into his lips. I wanted them in between mines. Soon me and his were motioning against one another. It wasnt desperate and hungry though, it was soft. I intertwined both of hands with the both of his. I pulled away and realize what I did. Sorry? "I'm sorry." He tilted his head and took my head into his hand and soon pulled me back into the kiss.

Fuck. This is going to be a hard day.

A/N:

Cliffhanger!! I might do like 2 more chapters tonight!