Have you ever felt like you just don't belong? Like you have no one to support you? No one to love you? Well, that's how I feel right now. Laying in bed, I decided to text a few friends from school and other schools. To be honest, I have a lot of friends, but I always managed to feel so alone since my mother died when I was twelve, leaving me to live with my hypocritical aunt, my cruel dad, my miserable grandmother, my foolish uncle, my childish cousin and lastly, my feisty grandfather. Living with them has been a total hell, but i tried my best to cope with it as best as i could.
My name is Olivia Queenston. I live in a two storey house with six bedrooms, three bathrooms, three kitchens, one washing room, a basement, three balconies, one dining room and two living rooms. Yes! I believed my house is a mansion! That's the only thing i like about living here.
I am a seventeen year old who is currently a senior at Luwood High School. I cannot wait to leave that second hell.
I sighed as I continued texting a cute boy from school, Janiel. Janiel was the sweetest guy I've ever met. He kills me with his charm over and over again. Yes, he's my crush but not the only crush. I like tons of other boys. Okay! Call me a slut, but I'll only allow you to judge me like that because I've been through a lot of heartaches and pain with my ex boyfriends.
I remember crying myself to sleep almost every night over a boy I loved who didn't care a fudge about me.
So first, we met.
Second, we hung out.
Third, we dated.
Fourth, we had sex.
Fifth, HE broke up with me. And
Sixth, I cried.
And this happened in a cycle with all my other seven boyfriends. Yes, that's how many boyfriends I had who hurt me also. ALL of them! Not one turned out to be 'Mr. Right.'
Okay, so back to Janiel. I read his text for the fifth time since he sent it.
Janiel: 7:01pm I miss you babe..... A lot!
I stared at the text blankly, my jaw falling through my tiled floor.
How could he miss me? We haven't even met...
Okay, so I know I said he's super cute, but I've only seen him in pictures. Yes he comes to my school, but most guys who I text from school doesn't talk to me in person. I really have no idea why. Back to Janiel's text. I sighed deeply before responding.
Me: 7:01pm What could you miss about me? We haven't even met.
Janiel: 7:08pm Well........ Your voice.
Me: 07:08pm Oh really? You haven't even heard my voice before.
Janiel: 07:11pm Come on Daniella, we fucked twice. I heard you moan... Duh! :-/
I gasped as I realized the situation in front of me. He thought he was texting that slutty queen be at school. That bastard! I thought he liked me. For the umpteenth time tonight, I let out a very long sigh.... Again.
Me: 7:13pm Thanks a lot Janiel. Actually it's Olivia. Goodnight.
I waited for his reply but he didn't respond. I placed my phone on my table beside the bed and laid on my back, resting my hand on the picture of my mom laying on my tummy.
I only had one picture of her. This was the only thing that made me feel close to her. This is the only picture that reminds me of her beautiful figure - long, silky black hair, pink, plumpy lips, a pearly white toothy smile and her super curvaceous body. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I gazed at the picture. I didn't bother wiping a way the tears, for I was completely used to crying myself to sleep at nights.
Before my eyelids shut down I said to her,
Where are you mom when I need you most?
YOU ARE READING
Alone
Romance"He smiled at me as his eyes landed on my lips. I did not hesitate before I planted my lips on his. He paused for a second before he kissed me back. He wrapped his hands around my waist as he put me in his lap. At this moment we did not care if I'm...
