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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓- chapter 12

The rest of the year was terrible, I was quieter than ever and the silence was worse than any of our fights.

Not like before.

He stopped hugging me.

He hasn't kiss me on the cheek.

He didnt come with me to my mum's grave.

He stopped talking to me.

Avery took me with her, to their house.

I live with them now, as I always wanted, but now I no longer want to.

Dust does'nt want me there and I don't want to be next to him.

He started hanging out with Felicia's friends , and everyone else.

Whenever I was sitting in the yard and did my homework, quiet as always, he was going out there with his friends and drink, like crazy.

He started smoking, the whole house was full of cigarettes in every room.

He came home and throw up in every corner.

Miss Avery had always cleaned after him, but tonight I cleaned up, and in return he screamed at me.

Screamed at me like crazy, like I'm his enemy.

Like 10 years ago we did not shower in the same
shower and made soap bubbles.

"Don't touch me," he says as I help him get into bed.

But I do touch, and look and cover him.

And I missed being with him.

But he doesn't seem to.

"Take it," I serve him a glass full of cold water, he sits up and examines it nervously, as if I had poisoned him.

"It's water," I say, stroking his forehead dripping with sweat, he trembles.

"You're shaking," I point out and he takes my hand off his forehead.

"Hazel, get the fuck out of my room," he says, tossing the empty glass on the floor.

"Fuck!" He shouts.

I no longer know what he is going through, he hasn't told me for a whole year what is happening to him and why he's behaving like this, he doesn't know himself what he had become.

I know I'm guilty for it.

I made him like that and I ruined everything.

"Lie down," I say and he obeys, lying on his back, looking at the ceiling and glancing at me.

"I told you to go, and you're still here," he takes off his blanket.

"You are not talking to me," I say foolishly, I should not open this subject now.

"I don't want you here, Hazel," he says, and the words strike me like a knife in the heart.

"But I want to be here," I say, looking at my hands.
He sits up again and approaches me, my heart skips a beat as he moves my hair aside and approaches my ears, the way he hasn't done for a long time.

"You don't know why you want to be here Hazel," he kisses the side of my cheek and approaches my lips, kissing them too.

He brings me closer to him, makes me feel like hell.

My cheeks are burning and the feeling between my legs is amazing , strange.

He holds both of my cheeks, bites my lower lip and licks it again.