chapter 9- friend

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Word Count: 795

(TW: mention of ab*se)

*Timeskip to a couple weeks later*

After Oikawa and I were official, I wanted to tell everyone, I wanted to be shown off to his friends, and I wanted all the girls that drooled over Oikawa to finally back off. Oikawa was the opposite. He wanted to keep us a secret, I respected that of course, but I hated it. I tried telling him, but every time he would brush me off with a simple "I'm sorry." 

I really hated it when his little group of minions swarmed around him and he wouldn't do anything about it. I wanted to do something. I wanted to run up to him and kiss him in front of all of them. I wanted to yell at those thirsty bitches to back off for once. Despite my urge to do something, I stayed quiet. I didn't want to upset Oikawa. I didn't want him to leave me. 

Oikawa didn't seem to really care about me that much to be honest. Maybe he didn't know how to show it, or maybe he just was shy. One day after school, I walked up to him and hugged him. He hugged me back, which surprised me. I looked up into his eyes and smiled. It was nice, for a few seconds. After only a few fleeing moments of the hug, we heard giggling from behind us. He quickly broke the hug and walked over to the girls calling out his name. 

That fucking hurt. It felt like he just threw me away. He seemed so wrapped up in his conversation with those girls, so I left. He wouldn't care, or even notice for a good while. 

I walked home alone that day, since Kageyama had volleyball practice. As soon as I stepped into my door I started crying. I leaned into my door and slid down onto the floor. I put my head in between my knees and cried even harder. My tame cries turned into uncontrollable sobs after a while. 

"What happened?" said a little voice. I looked up at Ivy. I felt so bad that she had to see me like this. 

"My friend was...being mean to me." I said, sniffling. 'Friend'. That's basically what he was right now, at least that's what it seemed like to everyone else. A friend. Ivy looked at me with sad eyes, how pathetic. I'm 16 years old and here my six year old sister was, pitying me. She walked over and sat down next to me. She laid her head on my shoulder and looked up to me. 

"Don't cry..." she said softly. I never knew how comforting a child's voice could be. I brought my hand up to wipe my tears. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, sitting there, I got up. 

"Do you wanna go get some snacks from the store?" I asked her. I already knew her answer would be yes. She nodded excitedly and sprung up. I grabbed her hand and we started walking.

We walked only a few blocks to the convenient store by Karasuno. We walked in to see the Karasuno team. They said their practice ended up being cancelled so they were getting some food. Ivy looked up at all of them in awe. She was so small compared to them. We all said hi to everyone and caught up a little bit. All of a sudden, Ivy darted away from me. 

"Kageyama!" she yelled as she ran up to the blue-eyed boy and threw her arms around his leg. He laughed, "Hey Ivy." 

I walked over to them and apologized for her. Kageyama said he didn't mind it, and picked Ivy up off his leg. He carried her around the store on his shoulders. 

"It's so tall up here!" she yelled. The whole team laughed in response. 

Ivy is possibly the best thing to ever happen to me. She's the only reason I still stay home and put up with our mom. I also stay there to protect her from mom. I never want my mom to treat her how she treats me. My mom has done it all, yelled, threatened, insulted, and hit me. One time she hit me so hard I had to cover up my bruises for school. I never told anyone about it, I was embarrassed. Ivy didn't even know, because she was always asleep or outside or at school when it happened. Ivy was sensitive, she didn't like yelling or anything too intense like that, she would end up crying if she ever heard my mom and I fight. It kinda hurt me that Ivy was always treated better. 

I'd rather be hurt and beaten ten-thousand times as long as Ivy stayed untouched. 

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