The boy next door

Chapter Thirty-Five: "Wanna get out of here?"

Just to make it clear, Mason and Sofia have known each other for one month now. I'm sorry if I've confused you guys xx.
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RIP Naya Rivera. Such a bright and loving soul taken away from us, yet again. My thoughts and condolences are with her family and friends ❤️

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This is a re-published chapter, because I took the original one down. I have changed a few parts of the chapter, but not much.

Before I published the original chapter, I had no idea that one particular scene that I wrote, was wrong.

I appreciate that I have been told what I wrote was wrong, and I am extremely thankful for that. I'll learn from my mistake, and always think before I write x

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Chapter Thirty Five: "Wanna get out of here?"

The car ride back home with Leo, was one of the best conversations I've had in awhile. For the first time I felt ever, I finally confessed what the hell was going on in the messed up brain of mine.

I told Leo about my real feelings towards Mason. And he listened to every word, and gave me the best advice.

I explained to Leo that I couldn't deny there was something about Mason that drew me to him. I've been lying to myself all along about how I really felt about Mason. My mind told me that Mason was just a friend and nothing more, but my heart told me otherwise.

My heart told me that before Mason, my life pretty much sucked. Before Mason, I felt alone. My self confidence was low, as was my self-esteem. My life was just filled with disappointment, and loneliness. I've never felt the typical parental love from my mother or father, and that's one thing I can't let go.

My mother barely had time for her kids, because she was almost always at work. And even if she was off, she would still find an excuse to make herself busy. From requesting more hours and volunteering at the local animal shelter, to going out with her co-workers for "business parties."

As for my father—well, I've kind of lost all hope with him from the age of fourteen. My father was probably the biggest disappointment in my life. He took part in an excruciating time in my childhood, that has severely messed my mind up in indescribable ways. From the age of ten, I vividly remember my father bringing home his scary "friends from work", to our house. Almost all of them had something terrifying about them, that would keep me up at night. Tattoos, deep scars on their faces, busted lips, frightening facial expressions, and more.

As I watched my father get carried away with his "business", and come home later each night, I knew something bad was bound to happen at any given time. And it did.

I don't remember much, because everything was such a blur. The only thing I could pick up from my memory, were the police swarming into our house and searching every room for the illegal drugs my father was selling to his clients.

Of course my father couldn't tell me the truth about his "business." Or why he came home later every night. Sometimes with scars on his face, his nose fractured, or any type of injury that resulted in my mother yelling at him for "scaring herself and her children", and rushing him to the nearest hospital.

I do however, remember those nights when Aidan and I had to stay home by ourselves, which was one of the hardest stages of my childhood. There wouldn't be any dinner on the table, because my mom would be too busy at work, and my father was either selling the stuff that brought him to jail, or raid the entire downstairs area with his scary friends that gave me my nightmares. And even then, he was still selling.