SIX YEARS LATER
I drop my car key on the kitchen counter and run my hands down my hair. Being a mom is so difficult and hard. Haven is always getting into one trouble or another. Last week, his teacher reported him for getting into a fight with an older kid. Gray is barely bothered.
” Look mom , I’m sorry.” Haven whines as he follows me.
” Go to your room.” I turn around and glare at him.
Today , he got into another fight because the eight years old kid called him names. He’s got a terrible temper. One I’ve never seen before. Gray wasn’t like this or maybe Gray was worse when growing up. I remembered he said he got kicked out of several highschool because of his fighting and I can’t withstand seeing Haven being kicked out.
I squat to his height and run my hand down his black hair. He looks like Gray. Same grey colored orbs. Hair and even his father’s facials.
” Haven , you don’t fight at school, it's wrong
Hi. Thank you for checking this story. I hope you'll enjoy reading this piece of work as I enjoy writing it. This is first draft and it's currently under editing. So kindly ignore the errors you might come across. Thank you . ♥♥♥ " FATHER, I HAVE SINNED. I HAVE A CONFESSION." I lean against the confession booth and sob silently. I hate my life , I hate everything. Do you know that feeling of wanting something badly and then your best friend took it away? I felt useless for letting it happen in the first place. " What is it my child?" The priest's voice comes out through the window. I sniffle and sob. I don't even know where to start from. I remembered my tiny little self and my family.
Things didn't go my way after that terrible experience with Freddie. He was always calling even after I deleted his number. I sit opposite the therapist as she tells me about motivational stories. But as long as I'm breathing that didn't change a thing.After that rape incident , I suffered from depression. I almost took my life too thinking Freddie left with everything. The therapist was nice. She talks about a lot of good stuff and give me a book to read. I was on dosage and always visiting the therapist for check up. For some awkward reasons I'm always indoors. I'm broken and my parents really didn't help matters.
" Stop checking me out and please drive , Tinkerbell." He says with so much sarcasm and a really cute British accent. " I can't drive a total stranger. I don't even know who you're." " Snow White please drive." he whines tiredly. He's bad without being told. I mean he has tattoos and he looks really bad in a cute way though. What if he has something bad in store for me. Hell no , I'm the driver and I'm in charge of the wheel. But he's a man and he can easily oppress me. I look at him and his eyes meet mine. I gulp , scared to death and look away. I hope I don't go to hell because of this stranger. " Ariel stop talking and drive this cute stranger." That's my subconsciousness. Sh
Today's the weirdest day of my life. Driving a total cute stranger who ended up entering such an expensive car. I blink my eyes in bafflement and drive back home. It's almost evening and I'm really sure a lot awaits me once I get home. I halt the car in the garage and get out ready to face my parents' uneasy troubles. " And where are you coming from?" Dad asks once I enter the living room. I stuck both my hands in my back pocket and looked at both of them intensely. What am I supposed to tell them? " Ariel." Mom glares snapping at me. " I took a ride around the city."
I nervously rub my already sweaty palms against my arms. I'm nervous as usual and the funny part is, he's smoking a cancer stick. He Inhales the stick , purring out the smoke through his nostrils. I cough, giving him space since his cigarette is still stuck in his mouth." My bad." He takes it out and throws the blunt on the floor before stepping on it , squeezing his shoe on it." We're cool?" He asks and raises his brows.I don't reply but stare at his eyes. I already lost my breath. It's so annoying he makes me nervous." You really don't have to keep
"What did you do to me ?" I sob silently. His cold stare is not leaving me and I'm about to freeze up. How can I be so stupid to drink that cocktail whatever. " What did you do? Why am I wearing your clothes?" I ask. I'm standing in front of him and he barely looks away. " I don't know what you're talking about." " What do you mean? Why would I wake up in your bed dressed in your clothes? How could you touch me?" " What?" He smirks. " Are you trying to tell me you won't be able to know if someone touched you?" He asks and that rings a bell.
" Ariel..." I heard dad's voice this time. I know I'm good as dead. I quickly slip on my pajamas bottoms with a t-shirt and rush downstairs. " Dad." " What's this? Chatting with your boyfriend?" Mom asks, glaring at me and showing me the screen of my phone. Even if I really can't clearly see the writings on my phone , I know what she's talking about. " What did we tell you about discipline?" Dad roars. " I.. it's not what you think." I stutter. " It's not what we think? What do you want us to think? That last night you went out to party , then you got drunk and you drove home with a total stranger and you slept with him . Ariel you
I shove the phone in my bag and walk inside our house. Mom and dad are having dinner with Leslie. They seem happy. They talked and laughed and it's really great. I ignored them and walked past them but mom stopped me. "Your dinner is served." " Thanks mom." I reply and rush upstairs. I toss my bag on my bed and climb downstairs to eat. I've been starving and I didn't even notice. I sit close to Leslie and pick out a fork to eat after praying. " So sinners do pray ?" Mom teases, drinking her glass of juice. I secretly roll my eyes and continue eating. " So how are you enjoying your job at Sandy's ?" Dad asked.