An hour later I walk into the house with five grocery bags plastered to my body. I could have made a couple of trips to the car to get everything into the house but I don't have time for that. But that means I'm balancing eggs, milk and vinegar with every inch of my body so they don't fall.
Now I have to admit I'm crazy for doing this but I'm almost there. When I get to the kitchen I slide my whole body down so I can place the bags down without breaking anything. I'm glad no one is here to see this because I'm sure I look stupid. If the fate of a dozen eggs wasn't in my hand I would have laughed. I breathe a sigh of relief when everything is safely placed on the ground. Now I have to put it away. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 20 minutes later "Mom," I call out at her bedroom door. I doubt she's awake yet. I didn't hear any movement from her room when I woke up earlier and there's still no movement now. "I made you breakfast" I and push the door open with the tray in my hands. I walk into the dark room heading for her bed. "Mom, are you awake?" I ask when I don't get a response. "I'm up baby," She says her voice hoarse, like she hasn't spoken in a long time. "I have food for you here," I say walking to the empty side of the bed. I place the tray on the bed and watch her turn slowly to look towards me. "Thank you. You're the sweetest." She says sitting up. I wait for her to reach for the food but she doesn't instead she closes her eyes like she's falling back to sleep. "You're going to eat right?" ask and she opens her eyes so quickly that I frightened her. "Yes, yes." She says and she reaches for the tea. I watch her take a sip and then she takes a slice of toast. I stand there waiting for her to get in a few bites before I leave. I hate doing this but if I don't she's not going to eat. I don't want to go through another weekend where she collapses because she didn't eat enough. "This is really good, thank you." She says and I smile. I want her to eat some of the eggs and sausage but she's just biting at the toast. "The eggs are great too. They might be the best eggs I've made in a very long time." I say gently coaxing her to eat more. She smiles but she doesn't eat any of it. "I'll be in my bedroom if you need anything," I say walking out. I don't want to fight with her. She'll eat more if she wants to. I can't force her. I'll come back and try to convince her to eat lunch. But for now, I have 4 hours to not worry about her eating habits.It's Monday. so that means it's a school day. I opted to walk to school instead of taking the bus. Fun fact about me, I hate other people. So I avoid them.It's not a long walk, it's about a mile or so.When I get to the school gate I take a deep breath and let the air fill out my entire chest. I use the breath as a reminder that I can get through this day. I let it it slowly as I start to enter the schoolyard.
"Alrighty. Have a seat." The principal says taking a seat behind the desk. He waits for me to sit down in one of the chairs in front of the desk and then he smiles at me. "How are you this morning?" He says looking at me closely.I fake a smile and nod. "I'm good" I add hoping he believes me. He's known for seeing bullshit from a mile away. The students have a running theory that he's some sort of vampire that can read people's minds."Are you sure?" He asks looking me straight in the eyes. I keep a straight face and make sure to blink as normally as I can. I don't want to give anything away or else I'll be stuck in a 3 hour therapy session with him."Yes," I say smiling so it seems like I am really good. I channel Tamrin's advice and try to project positivity towards him. "I'm sure," I say and he nods somewhat convinced. I sigh in relief on the inside happy that he fell for that. Victory!!! I scream in my head."I want to talk to
At Lunch The three of us are sitting under a huge willow tree behind the school gym. It's the only place that's quiet enough that we can have our lunch, and a great conversation and not feel like everyone is breathing down our necks. Most of the school prefers the cafeteria so that's a no-go zone for me. "Are you okay?" Tamrin asks tapping my hip softly. I look at her and blink a few times to bring my mind back to the present. I realised then that I'd zoned off a little. I smile and nod, which makes her frown. "You know, you'd be very pretty if you put in some effort," Presley says coming to stand between Tamrin and I. "We'll talk later," Tamrin whispers to me as her cousin squeezes between us. I scooch over giving her the space she's so openly demanding. I don't have the time or energy to argue with her about how rude this is." I mean you could let your hair down every once and then" She says moving her
"Sex is not everything," I say and she laughs out loud like I said the funniest thing in the world."Only people that don't have sex say that." She says sticking her tongue at me. I chuckle a little because Presley is sure the sun rises and sets in her ass. "Wait!" She says as if she just realized something. "Are you a virgin?" She asks squealing at me. "Yes," I say and she gasps like I am an alien that's vile and needs to be killed."OMG!!" She says and then she touches my shoulder. I look at her hand on my shoulder and then I look at her again. "You've got to be kidding me. She adds and I shrug at her statement and shock."Am I supposed to be ashamed?" I ask confused by her behaviour."Yes!" She says and I groan, annoyed. "You're a good-looking girl. When you try. "She says pointing up and down at me."No," I say disagreeing with her."T
There's no one happier than me at the end of the day. I love walking out of these gates. I have to admit it wasn't the best day but I'm glad it's over. "Celeste" I hear a very familiar voice say as I start walking home and I curse myself for not wearing my headphones. I could have pretended to not hear him and walked away. Now I have to acknowledge him. I look to my left and there he is. Liam! He's leaning against his car like he owns the world."Yes." I say with so much annoyance in my voice it shocks me. "How are you?" He asks and I sigh."Why?' I ask and he laughs. He takes a few steps towards me and I take a couple away from him. He stops walking raising his arms in defense. I stop walking and he takes a deep breath and then he lets it out. "I'm trying to be kind," He says and I shake my head at his answer. "And I just want to say hi. Like normal people do." He says and I frown."I'm not normal," I say and he nods."I see that." He says and I laugh. I catch myself and then I
When I get home I am hit with this heavy feeling of loss. I can tell my mother hasn't moved from her bed since I left for school this morning. That means she didn't go to work again. I don't even know if she still has a job. Her work bag is still on the kitchen counter. The breakfast I made is untouched and all of the curtains are still closed. I open them and warm the food I left for her in the microwave. Then head to my bedroom. I have to start on my game plan for getting my grades up. I would love to go check on my mother but I can't place my energy on her right now. Seeing her is going to drain me completely. And if you didn't notice I am holding on by a thread. I open my bedroom door and stare at the pile of clothes on the floor, the unmade bed, and the overall mess."Well, this is bad," I say to the empty and messy room. I throw my book bag on the bed and attack the laundry on the floor. I separate the clothes in matching colors and then I make my bed. A part of me wants to
I walk through Jimmy's front door with my earphones on and head straight to the line leading towards the counter. There are six people ahead of me. I should spend about 15 minutes here and then I'll have my food. I turn up the volume in my headphones so I won't hear any noise around me.There are about 20 tables in this place and just about every one of them is full of humans. Some are staring at their phones pretending to be together, while some are talking over each other trying to be louder so the other can hear. Socializing is weird, why do people even bother? I don't do it unless I'm absolutely forced to.It's too time and energy-consuming for my liking. I shuffle forward grateful that I am finally making progress. I let my mind drift to the five-page essay I have to finish. I'm halfway through and determined to finish it by morning. It's the first assignment I want to submit, and then I'll deal with the rest.I feel someone tap my shoulder lightly and I turn slowly. I look ba
I stand there for a moment, processing the interaction. Liam's sudden appearance and departure leave me feeling disoriented. I shake it off and step forward as the line moves, my mind bouncing between the essay and the encounter. I'm too stressed out to be dealing with all this.Liam's newfound interest in me is the main thing that gives me the most stress. Why won't he leave me alone?Finally, it's my turn. I order my usual—to medium pepperoni pizzas with extra cheese—and pay the cashier. They give me a number and tell me it'll be about ten minutes. I find a corner to stand in, away from the tables and the people.I can see Liam sitting with his friends or it could be his minions out of the corner of my eye. I turn my back to the right so I don't look at him by accident.I hate the fact that he intrigues me. He shouldn't, people like him are dangerous. He sells drugs for a living. He has people that steal and kill for him.
The sun is warm, casting a golden glow over the sand as waves crash rhythmically against the shore. I’m stretched out under a striped umbrella, the ocean breeze tickling my skin and the faint scent of salt lingering in the air. It’s the kind of day that should feel perfect, carefree.But my mind won’t stop running.Nathan is nearby, lounging in a chair with a book in his hands, but he’s been giving me space. For that, I’m grateful. He’s always nearby,
I stand in front of Liam my breathing slow and heavy. I start to take of my clothes watching the emotion in his eyes. He's taking me in. I take everything off until I'm naked. I can't stop because if I do, I'll chicken out.And then I tell him to take off his clothes. I watch him too. I take in his beautiful body. I take a deep breath when he's fully naked and sitting on the chair his cock in his hand. I watch him stroke it and my mouth and pussy get wet without effort.I walk to him and straddle him. I hover over his cock and feel him rub it on my folds. I close my eyes feeling the tip of his cock spreading my pussy juices slowly.Then he slides his shaft into me. I moan out loud as I slide it all the way inside of me....... I feel tears slide down my face and I open my eyes. Our eyes lock...-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The room is dark, save fo
How did I let it come to this?I sit cross-legged on my bed, staring at the wall, my phone in my lap. I’ve scrolled through my messages a hundred times tonight, hoping something will jump out at me—some clue, some moment I can point to where everything started going wrong. But all I see are echoes of the same thing: my words cutting through Celeste, Sadie pulling away, and now... nothing.My chest feels tight, and I rub at it absently, as if that will make the ache go away.
"I just can't," I whisper again, my voice barely audible, like the words might shatter if spoken any louder."Yes, you can" he says his voice steady, his eyes locked on mine. It’s like he’s trying to reach inside me, pull out whatever I’m too afraid to say.I chew on my lip, trying to find an answer that doesn’t make me sound ridiculous. But what’s the point? He already knows. He’s waiting, and I’m running out of places to hide."Beca
“What do you want to do now?” he asks, leaning back in his chair, his eyes on me like he already knows the answer. I groan inwards annoyed. He knows what I want to do and he wants it too. But he wants to make me say it. I hate him!I freeze for a moment, caught off guard. What do I want? The answer sits on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t say it. I can’t tell him that I want to kiss him. That I want to be close to him, want him to fuck me. It’s too bold, too forward,
She’s here. Lying on my bed like she belongs there, looking up at the ceiling like she’s trying to count the stars she can’t see.I’m sitting on this damn chair, watching her, not sure if this is real or some twisted dream my mind conjured up because I wanted it too much.Her showing up? It doesn’t make sense. I was just sitting here, staring at my phone, thinking about calling her, thinking about how much I wanted her close. And now she’s here. She&r
Presley’s phone is in her hand, her thumb hovering over Liam’s name. I don’t even think she realizes what she’s doing. Her lips are pressed together in that stubborn way she gets when she’s determined to prove a point—to herself or anyone else.I watch her press the call button, the sound of the ringing line filling the room. My stomach knots up instantly.She doesn’t look at me, her eyes fixed on the phone like she can will him to pick up. I al
The night air bites at my skin as I stand outside Liam’s gate, hugging myself tightly against the chill. What am I even doing here? The question echoes in my mind for the hundredth time. My heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might leap out of my chest.I regret this. Every single step that led me here feels like a mistake now. I should turn back. I glance down the empty street behind me, shadows pooling under the dim glow of the streetlights. My stomach churns with embarrassment. But my feet stay planted.I fumble for my phone, hesitating before dialing his number. The phone rings, and every second feels heavier than the last. He answers after the third ring, his voice low and rough. “Celeste?”I swallow the lump in my throat. “I’m at your gate,” I blurt out, my voice shaky and small.There’s a pause. Too long. My face burns, humiliation prickling at my skin. Then, without another word, he hangs up.The silence afterward is deafening. My fi
I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone like it’s some kind of ticking time bomb. The screen is dark, but her name feels burned into the back of my mind: Celeste. I want to call her. Hell, I need to call her. But my hand feels like it’s made of lead every time I think about pressing her name.The room is too quiet, too still. Normally, I’d drown out nights like this with noise—music, the sound of a girl’s laugh, anything to fill t