sorayas pov:
"why didn't you tell me? why'd i have to find out like this? this isn't right, none of it is" i shouted, i watched as he flinched and took a few steps back, as if i was going to hit him
"because i love you, you know that, well now you do atleast. i know you want to be with him, not me, i was saving you from saying it" he puffed, rubbing his forehead with his fingers
"dylan, im not angry, im upset you didn't tell me as soon as you began to feel this way, we could have done something about it" he looked up to me, as if i had just murdered his family
"so, you're telling me you would've gone out of your way to push me away so you don't have to stress about this? how about me huh" he was shouting at the top of his lungs now, his voice carried through my house.
"that's not what i meant" he shook his head and dropped his hands to his sides
"sure sounded that way" he murmured, just loud enough for me to hear. he stomped out of the house after i didn't reply, slamming the door on his way out.
seems to be pattern lately; i get into a fight with either justin or dylan then we make up only to get into another and another, all because i like justin and dylan loves me.
life never stops getting complicated does it?
i heard my phone buzz from the other end of the room, i let out a small groan and walk over to check who's texted me.
justin: just landed in la, wanna meet up?
soraya: uh okay, where at?
justin: how about italian?
soraya: im not feeling like anything fancy
justin: in 'n' out?
soraya: that's more like it 😏 cya in 30?
justin: haha, yeah
i locked my phone screen and walked over to my bathroom mirror, doing a quick check of my appearance before shrugging and walking off. what's the point of getting ready when i am going to in n out anyways?
i layed on my bed for a few minutes, thinking about what had occurred earlier this morning. i decided that ill call dylan after meeting with justin, he's my best friend and i over reacted, i was shocked but that's no excuse.
he deserves an apology.
"soraya, may i speak with you?" my mum calls out, its not even a question, more like a demand, as per usual
"is something wrong?" i ask, taking a seat at kitchen counter after making me way downstairs
"not entirely, i wanted to speak about where you'll be staying from here on out" she slams shut the fridge after pulling out her now cold coffee and pouring it into a mug
"you're kicking me out?" in all honestly im not surprised, or hurt, i just didn't know went to expect it, she could've given me more of a heads up so i could actually look for places
"yes. i can't stand having you around longer than i have too, your face is a constant reminder of the pain ive overcome" here she goes again, playing the victim
"the things you had to go through? what about me? what about all the times i would get beaten right in front of you and you'd stand there challenging him, telling him to go big or go home, huh? what about all the times i wanted to die because i had no one left, don't play your sick little mind games on me anymore Laura, i can't stand to see your face, ill move out tonight" i spat out hastily
