one night stand ↠ raura

Chapter 7: One Night Stand: Raura

1 Week Later

Laura's POV

It's been a week since he left, we call Ross 'he' now because I can't stand to say his name, I've been locked up in my room, crying for days, not eating as much as I should be, he hasn't even tried to contact, nor come see me, even when he knows when Parker is at his evening class and my parents are work, it feels like he's forgotten me.

"Laura sweetie, can I come in?" My dad asked kindly.

"Sure." I said quietly.

The knob turned and he came inside, sitting at the edge of my bed.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

"I'm fantastic." I sarcastically smiled.
"How are you?"

"Laura-" he sighed, "I know this is tough."

"You have no idea." I said, "He's gone. He's gone."

"I know Hun.. But it was too protect you."

"From what? He loved me."

"No he didn't, he loved your body." He said taking my hand in his.

"That's a lie. I will never believe that." I yanked my hand away.

"Because you're tricking yourself not too." He sighed, "Laura your 16 and young, he was a mistake."

I turned around away from, "Please leave." I muttered bitterly.

"Laura-"

"Go, dad!" I said, tears watering my eyes.

He sighed and got up off the bed, leaving the room, and leaving me with a thousand tears to flow down my cheeks again.

I wanted to scream and cry, I wanted him next to me, cuddling me close to him, him playing with strands of my hair, whispering to me that everything was going to be okay, but no- I have no idea where he is, I have no idea what he's doing, but I mean- he could have found somebody else already, and I'm here crying when he's probably flirting with some other girl right now,

That just made me cry more.

"DINNER!" My mom shouted from downstairs-

I sighed, looking myself in the mirror I have no make-up on, bags under my puffy, swollen eyes, my hair in a messy bun while I curled myself in my robe.

Lazily walking downstairs, my mom plopped on mashed potatoes on our plates, Parker already seated down - on his phone.

"Parker, you know the rules. No phones at the dinner table." My mom said, snatching his phone away from his hands.

He groaned, and looked up at me, slightly giving me that disgusted look he's been giving me all week.

"What?"

"Nothing." He said, looking away from me.

I sighed, sitting down across from him,

"So..how was everyone's day?" My mom said smiling as she sat down.

I sighed, picking up my fork, poking at the pasta on my plate.

"Laura - eat, please." My mom said.

I ignored it, putting down my fork.

"My day was good." Parker smiled.

"Great." My mom smiled, "Laura how was yours?"

"How do you think it was?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at the dinner table - and don't talk to your mom like that." My dad said frustratingly.