HER

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟷𝟽

♪sᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ ʙʏ ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʀᴛʜᴜʀ♪

Rᴏxʏ

The week had gone by so slow. Everyday was like hours of rain and sad songs. I hadn't gone to the gym for the entire l week. I hate to admit it but I was too sad. I couldn't eat. I didn't sleep. I barely spoke to anyone, not even Lucy. I'd crawl out of bed early in the morning, and go for long drives. I didn't go to school either. I couldn't look in Nina's face because then I'd see it all again. The betrayal. I didn't have energy for classes and assignments. I just wanted to be alone. I was better off that way.

"Where are you going Loxy?" A little voice asked.

I turned my head over my shoulder and saw Lucy standing behind me in her tinkerbell pajamas. Her feet bare as always and her hair slightly messy.

"Im just going out for a while." I said stepping out the front door into the 5AM air and closing the door gently behind me.

I walked away from the house, approaching the park on the opposite side of the street. The sky was still dark and the street dead quiet. I opened the park's gates and entered it.

I've never been to any park before and most certainly not this one, but it was just like Lucy described it. Peaceful.

I walked pass the merry-go-round, the slide, the monkey bars and the see saw then stopped in front of the swings. I sat on one then sighed and sat back, my head swung to the side as my eyes closed.

*Flashback*

"Mommy?" Little me called out to mom.

"I'm busy Ro." Mom said annoyingly, a cigarette in her mouth.

"When's Papi coming home?" I asked, pouting at her.

"I said I'm busy, didn't I?!" She raised her voice, grabbing my arm violently.

I was afraid of mom as s kid. Our happy encounters were few. She took care of me but never failed to make me feel like a burden. She was terrifying and cold. It was as if growing up with a witch.

I nodded.

She rolled her eyes and let go of my arm, then stood up from the chair and walked away.

I wasn't so innocent either.

I saw mom's phone on the counter and walked towards it. One game couldn't possibly hurt. I grabbed the phone and ran into our little room, to hide under the blanket with the phone. I was about to play my favorite game, Pac-Man, when a message popped up. I accidentally tapped on it and it opened all mom's chats. Mom was talking to lots of people. Another message popped up but there was no name, just plenty of numbers all put together in one row. I entered the chat and viewed the picture the person sent. It loaded for a bit but then I saw him. Papi!

My face brightened up. I hadn't seen him for a really long time. He hadn't called. He never came back home after mom had told him to leave. He was just non existent until now. I viewed the picture again and saw him standing in a hospital, with a little baby in his arms. Was it me when I was a baby? No. Mom told me he never showed up until after a few days I was born. The baby's eyes were light brown and she was really tiny. I looked at him and he wore the biggest smile, like he could never be happier.

I read the message that had came along with the picture.

𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐱𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭..

"You little brat!" Mom yelled as she pulled the blanket roughly from over my head. She saw me with the phone and her face turned red. She grabbed the phone and then stomped to the other side of the room, grabbing a belt from her cupboard.

"What's wrong with you?!" She asked me, her voice breaking.

"I'm sorry mommy, I just wanted to play a game." I explained.

She looked at me with blood red eyes. "You've done nothing but ruin my life! Look at me! These ugly stretch marks on my stomach are from you! My tired eyes are from you! These dark circles underneath my eyes are from you! If you hadn't been born I could of freely moved on with my life but I'm stuck with you! You're a burden for me Roxy."

I felt like a pit had formed inside my stomach. I felt confused and just so broken. I too wished I hadn't been born. She deserved a better life.

"I'm sorry mommy." I whispered sadly climbing off the bed and walking towards her to give her a hug but she quickly wiped her tears and ran out of the room leaving me alone.

*Flashback ends*

"And then he was like you're no longer welcome at my restaurant!"

I opened my eyes and looked up, the sky was still dark but not so much peaceful anymore. I glanced to the swing beside the one I was sitting on and see a guy swinging, laughing as he spoke. "But of course I showed up again, only this time in a pirate costume! He had no clue that it was me!"

It was him. Weird boy. It might have been dark but I knew it was him, I knew his voice and who else would possibly be laughing and talking about such nonsense in the morning.

I got annoyed and jumped off from the swing and walked past him. He immediately stopped talking then jumped out of his swing and grabbed me by my waist.

Surprisingly I didn't get mad, neither did I get the intense urge to punch him in the face. I just felt, I don't know, safe? Nah. I couldn't be. I turned around and looked into his chest. He lifted my chin up so that his eyes could meet mine.

I hoped he wouldn't notice me. It was way too dark to see my ridiculously bright green eyes.

"Please stay." He whispered.

I considered it for a moment but I couldn't. I couldn't stay. Soon it would be dawn and he'd realize it was me. The one who had been mean to him since he started school here and probably the one who made him fail his first assignment as I ignored him all week too. I shook my head and turned away but he pulled me back gently, my body crashing into his. I froze as he touched my cold lips ever so gently. Why did I feel so useless, so weak, so frozen. Why didn't I run away? Maybe because I didn't want to.

He moved his fingers away from my lips, then to the locks of hair hiding my face away, he tucked them slowly behind my ear before caressing my fading cuts and brusies from last weekend's fight. I looked down awkwardly in embarrassment but he lifted my face up again, using his index finger to lift my chin up.

"You don't have to hide away from me dream girl." He whispered again so softly.

How did he know that it was me and why didn't I run away? Why didn't I become cold and tell him off? Why didn't I yell at him? Why didn't I do anything except just stay close to him? What was this feeling? Maybe he had drugged me or maybe he just made me feel somewhat secure, because for the first time in forever, I felt safe.