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"Good Morning."

He pulled me closer to him and I look at the clock on the dresser.

"It's 8:30! We're late and we're already into the first period!"

I pushed him off me and jumped off the bed. I pull clothes out the bag and ran towards the bathroom.

"Hey, my mom called the school already." I stopped in my tracks and turn around.

"What? Why would she do that? Did she get our homework? Wouldn't she be mad that we're here anyway?"

He got up and pull me down on the bed.

"Is there a reason why I'm sitting down?"

He sighed and sat down with me.

"Okay, please don't be mad at me but I kind of told my mom..." I look at him confused and he takes both of my hands.

"I told her about your dad and she said that she completely understood and she won't do or say anything if you didn't want her to and that you can talk to her."

I got up from the bed and went down the stairs.

"Hope! I'm sorry but you couldn't expect me not to tell her. It's not right what he does and you know it. I know he's your dad but he is abusing you!" I turn and shoved him.

"You had no right to go and tell your mom that. I can handle my dad; I don't need you going around telling my business. I didn't even want to tell you anything. Can you please just take me back home?"

He shakes his head fast and pins me against the wall. He arms on the both sides of my head.

My breathing becomes faster as I see the fire in his eyes and images from yesterday's moment comes back.

"I care about you Hope. I never want to see that man hurt you. Please don't go back. He should be arrested and they can get him the help that he needs there."

He really cares but what would I do if my dad got locked up. I don't even where I would go or how to afford that house.

They'll probably put me in the system with all the other kids. Maybe I could live with Auntie Jenna but would she even be okay with me coming.

I know they can most likely help dad but at the same time that is the guy who took care of me and mom for years.

Do I really want to see him locked up?

I know he has been calling and texting all day. If I'm not back at a certain then there is no punching bag for him to punch around which makes him madder. I wouldn't be surprised if he was out trying to find me.

Colin lifts my chin and I'm looking at his eyes again.

"Hope, I know you love him but this is for his and your own good. My mom will do all that she can to make sure that you end up okay but I'm not going to let the girl that I lo... care about get hurt again."

I breathe out and nod and his lips kiss my cheek.

"We need to talk."

He chuckles and moves back, letting his arms fall.

"Aren't we talking right now?"

I nod and move to the living room and sit on the couch. I hear his footsteps behind me and he sits next to me.

"We can't be anything more than friends, Colin. It's not because of you or anything you did. It's just me and things that I have to deal with."

I lift my head up and see his face drop.

"It this some sick joke Hope because last time I checked, you kissed me back. Or is it the fact that I told my mom because if it is I'm sorry okay. Just don't push me out like this."

I shook my head and stare at the wall in front of me.

"It's me, not you Colin. I'm sorry if I let you on in thinking something was going to happen between us." He stands up and sighs, tugging his hair.

"Well, that's rich! 'It's not you, it's me'. Yeah, it's you alright. Why can't you just admit that last night we both felt something, or did you forget which bedroom was yours and my sleeping body wasn't a hint?"

He puts up his fingers for the quotation and brings them back down.

I see the hurt in his eyes but not for long as his turn and stomps up the stairs and slams the door.

Tears starting falling and I quickly try to wipe them and look up at the clock.

1:25 PM

It only took me that long for me to fuck up everything good in my life and just the other day was when I even realized that he was the good I had left.

Now, what do I have?

Nothing and it's all my fault. He has every right to be mad at me but I know he doesn't really want to be with me.

There are millions of other girls at my school who likes him and I shouldn't get in the way of him finding someone better.

Deep down though I really want to be that someone and I guess I figured that if I keep pushing that feeling down that I won't feel it anymore.

I lay down on the couch and cry myself to sleep.

"Hope, my mom wants me home, come on." I sit up and rub my eyes.

He still looks full of hurt but I try to ignore it and nod. I get my stuff and follow him to the car. It's really awkward and I pull out my phone which is pointless since I have no one to talk to.

Halfway through the drive, I tell him that I want him to take me to my house and while he looks concern for a moment, he does just that.

We pull up to the driveway and my dad laying on the porch with bottles all around him.

I look at the car and mutter thanks before getting out and leaving.

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