[COMPLETE] When Sasha Parker is sent to a boarding school eight hours away from home, it's for all the wrong reasons. Defending herself shouldn't have brought her to her ultimate ruin. But it did.
A punishment she felt she didn't deserve was accor...
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She left. And I didn't stop her, I couldn't. I wanted to but the guilt kept my mouth sealed. What I had done to her was painful and downright rude. She was right to be mad.
After listening to her cry for I didn't know how long, she came out from the bathroom, got dressed and left. She was hurt, I could see it on her face. But hurt wasn't the only emotion I detected. She was mad too.
And so I stayed in the dorm room waiting for my roommate who had been nothing short of an angel since the very first day my feet touched the very soils of this school. I didn't know until now my allergy to angels.
It was late. Past curfew even, and yet Daphne wasn't back. I was staring to become worried.
I wanted to call her so badly but I realized I didn't even have her phone contact.
What? Don't judge. She was always with me, it didn't ever come to mind to ask for it.
I decided to wait because one, I wasn't gonna sleep when she was out there somewhere. I couldn't. And another was that if she were to be in my position, she would have no doubt waited for me to come back.
Goodness I had to lose her first before realizing what a gem she was wasn't it?
So I sat. And waited. And waited some more. And when she finally came, I didn't think I just spoke.
"Jesus Christ Daphne where have you been? I've been-" I stopped when I realized what I was doing. I now understood the saying; put yourself in one's shoes before judging. It almost felt like a wont to question the absence of someone you lived with in the same room, I deduced.
I looked up at her and I knew she knew I realized what a shitty person I had been. "Daphne." Her eyes stopped me. The glare she gave me kept my mouth shut.
"What do you care. I'm not your fucking friend remember?" She threw my words back at me and I swallowed.
"Come on you know I didn't mean that." I replied quietly. "I don't know anything. Just stay out of my way. It's clear you don't want friends and I won't impose myself on you. Goodnight Sasha."
But I wanted. I'd wanted friends ever since my best friend turned psycho on me. But why would she believe me if I told her? I met her only a week ago. And from the second she had laid eyes on me she'd been nothing but kind. I admit she talked a lot. But that was just how she was. It was her way of letting people know she was there. That she was around.
I was sorry. I was so sorry that I hurt her. Why I was telling that to myself and not her, I had no idea. It was safe to say I didn't get much sleep that night.
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The next day was a Sunday. The first thing I did when I woke up was check my phone if my twin had called. He hadn't. This time around I was mad. I needed to speak to him and I was going to by all means.
