Life is Wife, Wife is Knife

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Am not gonna wake her up. She can do whatever she want, she's my queen, my baby, my crybaby bear.

I'm happy watching her though she's just literally breathing

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LALISA POV

I jolt from sleeping when my bad dreams end. Unaware of my surroundings, I stretched my limbs just to felt the extreme pain in my back "Ouch!" I cried when my muscles moved

"There you go" I look at where the voice came from and saw Jennie walking towards me from sitting on the chair — and why's the heck there's a chair in there?

"Nice nap but I'm concerned about your body. Come" she help me step out from her car- oh god, I'm still in the car!

A few glimpse of drama flooded my mind, my heart sting again "My mother despise me" my eyes blurry from the salty liquid. She kicked me out and I know she don't want to see me ever again

"Yeah" she nodded

"But hey, you have all your time to prove to her that could possibly change her mind and accept you with an open arms" she cheered me up but it just caused me to cry "All your belongings is in my room and I want you to rest your bleeding heart to sleep the remaining hours before dinner"

"I feel weak" I said hugging her waist then burry my face on her shoulder. Her arms snake around me and she guide me to walk inside

She kissed my cheek "I'm your battery"

I didn't talk to Jennie's Mom yet about this moving with her daughter. And it's not like I'm staying for good. From now on I'll be the one who's supporting myself, learning to live on my own and building myself in the process.

Everything's still chaotic though I told Jennie I chose her, that doesn't mean that I will be completely reliant to her

I'm more than glad she was there all the way, all the time. I have a dream girlfriend to be honest but I know to myself that this situation wouldn't remain unchanged indefinitely.

I'll work hard for my future, and to prove to my Mom that having a gay daughter is not an obstruction. It was my personality and having her flesh and blood in me wouldn't change anything.

She's my mother, I'm her daughter. She's been so supportive to me, always prioritizing my happiness. I even think that I am her favorite and I couldn't grasp the knowledge of her deep repugnance over me

And my bestfriend. He betrayed me just because of the thought that I'm dating Jennie. His jealousy was unacceptable and needles to say, I still have to know his side. I need to know his deep intention because recalling the day I confessed to him that he's my bestfriend until the end and that him liking me would end nothing. He'll get nothing. He said he'll try to move on and that's what I thought before the day he ruined my respect for him and wasting my trust

I had his side almost my entire life. I knew him, I even know how he arranged his clothes. I even knew what's the color of his  brief at specific day. We were very much comfortable to the point that we're sleeping in one bed and can wake up in the morning witnessing both morning star. I don't understand.

Not to hurt Jennie but I'm still hoping that someday, he will ask for my forgiveness. That he's regretting of what he did and bring our friendship back the way it used to be

"Hey, I thought you're sleeping" Jennie asked, closing the door. She tucked me in her bed before leaving to get medicine for my headache but I couldn't just sleep with a heavy heart and mixed emotion with a trouble mind

"Where's my phone?" I asked instead

She knitted her brows "My drawer" I quickly move out under the blanket and open her white drawer just on the side of upper bedside