Our Love

Chapter 8

  Chapter eight

   Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

I sigh, and ignore the annoying noise and proceed to do my work. Well at least try to start my work. All I have on my lined binder paper is my name, and the date. 

 Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. 

I ignore it, once again trying to focus on writing something. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Ta-

"Stop!" I yell irritated, getting scolded by the librarian as I stop Hunter mid-tap from his annoying pencil hitting the table. 

 Hunter and I were currently at the library to start on our project. I actually got to convince him to meet with me after school to do this. After all, if he were to get bad grades, he would get kicked off the football team. So, might as well start doing good now to prevent that in the future. We're kinda helping each other, in a way.

 Also of course, my dear mother. Oh, you can't forget about her. I called her after school when Hunter decided to meet with me after school, so I could let her know that I might be home a little later. And, what do you know? She gets mad at me for not telling her ahead of time and goes on and on, and I don't know how, but the conversation changes to her saying I was irresponsible. 

 But did I say anything?

No. 

But, she finally stopped flipping out once I finally got to get a word in and tell her that it's for my grade, before she went on about how I'm not supposed to do drugs. All of this was so embarrassing, especially when Hunter's just standing there, probably hearing the whole conversation due to the (very loud) yelling of my mother. 

Luckily, Hunter did not mention anything about that and we just walked in silence (a very awkward one) to the library. There, he sat down took out a pencil and tapped the table which annoyed me to an extent that I coudn't even try to write anything. 

Now let's go back to the present, shall we? 

"Can we please just start on this, please?" I ask as nicely as I could. 

"You said 'please' two times" The annoying jock observes. 

I let out an exasperated sigh, "And?"

Hunter opens up his mouth, as if to reply but gets cut off by his loud ringing phone. He holds up his finger and answers the call. Did he really just. Ughhhh!

"Hello?" 

"Oh hey! Stacy, baby" Hunter ignores the angry librarian as he proceeds to speak into his phone very loud. 

"Huh? Oh yeah, of course. No, I'm not doing anything." 

My mouth drops, annoyed and angry at this stupid, annoying, complete douche. 

"Yeah I can come over tonight."

Hunter chuckles, "Yeah I'll show you a good time"

Let's just say we didn't do any work as I packed my stuff, and walked out before I threw up. But as I drive towards home, I thought maybe I should've stayed. So I can throw up all over his face. Dang it, that actually sounds like a really good idea at the moment. 

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Unlocking the front door, I enter the house; my eyes come in contact with the polished, plain furniture, it's dullness and emptiness immediately making my already crappy mood, even more crappier. If that's a word. 

Draping my cartigan over the door rack, I walk into the living room and set my things on the couch. Mother should be in her office. Heading over to her office door, I prepare myself to ask her if I could go to the party this Friday. 

Knocking on the door first, I think, why do I still have to ask her for permission? Why am I so worried, having a feeling she'd say 'no' like she always does? Shouldn't I be doing this stuff like a normal teenager? Having fun and just living life? 

But, am I going to go out and just live? 

No. 

"Yes", her sharp voice calls. 

I open the door slowly and once I walk in, I close the door quietly behind me. "I was--"

"You're home early", she cuts me off. 

"Um, yeah I wa--"

"Why? I thought you were doing school stuff? Did you lie to me?"

This is when all the accusing questions come. Another question for myself:

Do I do anything?

No. 

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After some more accusing and a lot of convincing, I finally convinced my mother and she allowed me to go to the party. As long as I get home early and don't involve myself with anything bad or whatever.

I walk into my room, apple-cinnamon scented air filling my nostrils from the new candle I bought. After closing my door, I drag my feet to my bed and sink into it, snuggling into my comfortable pillows.  My eyes become watery as my mind drifts off to my mom. 

It hurts. A lot. That she's not herself anymore. There are times where realization just hits me, telling me that she'll never change. 

These littlest thing she does, realization just pops up and always reminds me. And I hate getting reminded that she'll never become the loving mother she used to be. 

Why?

Because I still have hope. 

There might be only a little left, as it lessens everyday. But, it's just enough to hold onto. 

Enough to keep me standing. Because without that little hope, I'd fall. 

And the scariest part?

No one will catch me. 

_____________________________________________________________________________II know, I know. Pretty depressing. But, I really wanted this chapter to be based on how broken and torn Allison really is. 

Yeah It's pretty late but I just felt like writing right now. 

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-A

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