Growing up (MWL's sequel)✔️

25. You don't look fine at all, kid.

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Chapter Twenty-Five

Breathe…

I can’t.

Just try…

I couldn’t. Every time I tried, my chest hurt. The pain wasn’t physical though. I just felt empty inside, right on the spot where my heart was.  The sadness within me was pouring out of me in the form of tears.

I was sobbing as I walked through the quite, dark path that leaded to the cabin. I didn’t even care about the night insects, or wild animals. I wiped my tears away with my sweater’s sleeve but it was useless, more kept coming. I realized I wasn’t exactly sad, I was very disappointed. I’d had this entire idea of how my birthday was going to be inside my head. As soon as my friends surprised me with the trip, I started picturing different scenarios where we would all have fun, nothing close to this. I’d imagined myself joking around with Evan and everyone else. I’d thought he’d be next to me when the clock ticked midnight. I’d pictured the two of us, snuggling close to the bonfire.

I’d never thought he could tell me such nasty things, or that he would chose Jane over me. Never. I thought he wouldn’t let his pride rule him like this.

I just wanted a nice birthday.

Was that too much to ask for? Maybe, I was being punished for my mistakes. I spotted the cabin’s lights and sniffed. I needed to get a grip. I wiped my face off with my sleeve again. Maybe sleeping would make forget everything. Hurriedly, I climbed the front stairs.

I just wanted to jump on a bed and cry myself to sleep. However, I froze when I stepped in the porch. Jane was there. She was sitting on the small swing, her feet dangling in the air. She had a long coat on and a cup of coffee in one hand. Her hair was in a messy bun.

She smiled when she saw me, “Hey, birthday girl.” I said nothing. She frowned, her smile faltering, “You’re okay?” I bit my tongue not to say anything nasty back.

“Yes.” I lied but my voice was hoarse from the crying and my face was probably as red as a cherry. Jane took her time to scan me up and down.

A satisfied grin formed in her lips, it seemed like her nice mask was off. “You don’t look fine at all, kid.”

The last word made me clench my fists at my sides, “I’m not a kid.”

“You sure?” she asked nastily, “Because you certainly act like one.”

“You know nothing about me.” anger was boiling inside me.

“I know enough,” her grin made me sick. She placed her cup on a small table next to the swing and rose to her feet, “I’ve been waiting to have this talk with you, Jules.”

I scowled at her, “What talk? You and I have nothing to talk about.”

Her grin widened, “Oh believe me, darling, we do.” She folded her arms across her chest, “And to make this simple, you should stay away from Evan before you get hurt. Well, oops, it may be too late,” she gestured my red face.