Ch. 2

It’s been a week since i saw may.

For the past seven days, i haven’t stopped thinking about her. The moment i go to sleep or the moment i wake up, my mind is all about her.

her, her, her, her.

*I wonder if she thinks about me the way i think about her. Is this even normal?* For me to think about her all the time? How can i miss someone so much when i only met them once? In fact, i think she hasn’t thought about me once.

*School is so boring, I look at the window next to me and see nothing,* just the wind blowing through the trees and flowers. It looks kinda cloudy though, i think is about to rain which i didn’t brought my umbrella with me today, great. Can my day get any worse? I just can’t wait to go home and be on my bed already. I check my watch and i still have half an hour left for school to finish, i lay down in my desk letting time pass. I slowly start to close my eyes until is completely closed, replaying the day i met her.

Suddenly, i heard the school bell ring. Finally, i can go home and sleep. I start walking to the bus stop putting my headphones on and listening to my playlist, just when i arrive, the bus comes i go to my sit, i looked at window and just on time it began to rain, maybe i’m not so unlucky after all huh.

I wait until i arrive to my house. In twenty minutes i’m at home, i go inside and noticed that my mother’s car was at the garage. That’s weird, she told me that she was coming next week. And if she’s here, that means…

as soon as i opened the door i saw my mother in the living room watching tv with her boyfriend, i don’t even bother calling him ‘step-father’ because sooner or later they will break up.

“Oh! you’re home sweetie!!” my mother said as she walked towards me, she hugs me but i don’t hug her back. “Uh, yes..”

I awkwardly say as i make my way to the kitchen to grab something to eat. “I thought you said you were going to come back next week.” I take a sip of water.

“Well yes, but i finish my work early,” she smiles at me. “And your dad wanted to come back.” I raised an eyebrow at her. “That’s weird,”

I knew when she said ‘my father’ she didn’t mean my biological father, but her boyfriend. “My father is still at work, and he told me that he will be coming back in three weeks.” I look at her straight into her eyes, she furrowed her eyebrows, not happy with my answer.

“Luz-” before she could even get to have a say her boyfriend walks into the kitchen. “Whats going on here?” I didn’t even bother to stay, i grab my plate and water. I start to walk away but her boyfriend grabs my arm. “Is not very nice to talk to your mom that way,” He grabs my arm harder which makes me hiss in pain, my mother notices me. “John-” She calls out his name. “You’re hurting her! let her go!!” She says in an irked tone, but he’s not letting go.

*“Let. Go.”*** i say to him, starting to get irritated, i look at him straight in the eyes with anger and he does the same, he grabs my arm even more harder, i tried not to show any pain. The tension in the room is starting to get intense and my mother noticed. “John!”** she yelled, that’s when he finally let go of my arm throwing it. I glare at him, i look at my mother but she turns her head to the side, i scoff at her. Not bothering to say anything, i make my way to my room. As i was in the middle of the stairs way, i heard them arguing but i didn’t care.

*As i get to my room, i locked the door. I go to my bathroom and i also locked the door, just for safety*. I sat down in the bathroom floor, my back against the wall. My heart starts to pound rapidly, I start to tremble, feeling very hot, my breathing starting to come in shallow gasps. There was only one explanation to what was happening to me, i’m starting to have a panic attack.

I tried to control my breathing, to calm myself down before my panic attack gets worse but tears started to flow down my cheeks. I close my eyes, a memory comes to mind, it was a memory of what my dad taught me what to do if i have panic attacks.

“Breath baby, breathe” He put his hands on my face. “Breathe in, and breath out.” He starts demonstrating on how to do it, little me starts to copy him.

“There you,” He smiles. “That’s my girl” He continues to do this two times, he than goes. “Now, count with me.” A bit confused, i counted with him. From one to sixty, by the time we got to sixty, my breathing had calmed down.

I slowly began to open my eyes, hands over my chest, my breathing slowly began to go back to normal. Once i was okay, i opened the door and i go to my bed to lay down. I grab my phone and text my boss that i’m sick and that i’m taking the day off, once i was done, i put my headphones on with music. My vision starts to get blurry, i feel the tears running down my cheeks. I cry and cry and cry until i slowly fall sleep.

^^^To be continued…^^^

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