Unexpected

• Chapter Forty-Six •

"Sometimes... Sometimes our hearts...crack a little."
~ Brodi Ashton

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The next morning, I wake up feeling happy, briefly forgetting about last night.

But one look at my phone with all the missed calls and unanswered texts has me remembering everything.

I clutch my pillow tightly as the memories come rushing through; Abel's arms wrapped around her waist, his lips on hers, the smirk on her face.

My heart breaks all over again simply at those thoughts making my lip tremble with the need to cry again.

I lay on my bed constantly replaying the night over and over again when the door to my room bursts open, "Keziah, you'll never guess what I did last night!" Marcel exclaims.

He walks to my side of the bed and continues talking, "Why are you still in bed? You're so lazy-"

Marcel stops mid-sentence once he sees my down trodden face, "Who do I need to punch?" He asks aggressively. "Just say the word and I'll do it."

I have no doubt that he will to be honest. Even though he's incredibly annoying and irritates the life out of me, he's still my older brother and I know I can always count on him.

"Don't worry about it Marcel, I have it under control." I say quietly.

"You clearly don't if you're still lying in bed drowning in your sorrows." Ah, Marcel. Nice and blunt, just how I like.

"I'm not drowning in my sorrows just get out." I respond a little bit louder.

Marcel plops himself down on my bed and sits there staring at me, "Nope, not until you tell me what happened."

A few minutes later, he still hasn't left, "It's really none of your business."

Marcel shakes his head at me," Still waiting."

I sigh loudly and think about how it might benefit me a little from speaking out loud about it, "Go and get mum, I might as well tell you both at the same time." I say begrudgingly.

Marcel stands up and walks quickly out the room before promptly returning back with our mother.

"You ready to talk about what happened last night?" My mum sits on my bed while Marcel takes my chair this time.

I sit up on my bed and run my hands over my face before divulging into my story, "So as you know, I went to a party last night. I was having a good time but I had been there for over an hour and I hadn't seen Abel at that point. So I went upstairs to find him and.. and he was kissing another girl." I bite my lip hard to prevent myself from crying anymore and look up from where I've playing with my hands to my mum and Marcel.

Marcels face is like thunder right now; his eyebrows are drawn together and his hands are curled tightly into fists. My mum on the other hand, looks more sad than angry.

"Oh honey." She pulls me into a hug and rubs my back, "You don't need a boy in your life to make you happy Keziah, especially one that does something like this."

She pulls away from me before hesitantly speaking, "It surprises me because of how much he liked you. To me, it looked like he was in love."

My eyes widen at this possibility before I quickly shut them down. There is absolutely no way that Abel loves me, it was all fake.

Boys play with your hearts until they have it in the palm of their hands before crushing it into absolutely nothing.

"I obviously need to have a word with Abel." Marcel starts to stalk off until I grab his arm back, "No Marcel don't. Just leave it."

"But Kez-"

"No Marcel, I don't want to cause any more problems." I state strongly.

Despite knowing how great it is to have my brother want to defend me like that, I do know that it would only make things worse. And I honestly don't have the energy for that right now. In fact, all I want to do is sleep the day away. At least then, my dreams are plagued with the happier moments between Abel and I; I don't know if that's worse though, waking up and realising that's not how it is anymore. Or if it's better because at least I can focus on the good parts.

My mind is just everywhere right now and it's driving me crazy. On one hand, I still don't believe that Abel would do something like that; not once did he come across as someone who acts like a douche. He's nothing but kind to practically everyone he meets and he has a heart of gold. That's why I'm even more confused; why did he do that?

Sometimes people aren't always what they seem though.

I eventually kick both of them out of room, craving some more time to pity myself.

Throughout the day, Nolan and Omari come into my room obviously having heard what happened. Nolan was given the very vague version of course; that me and Abel are having some problems.

They both came and watched a movie with me; Nolan hugging me tightly while Omari kind of just sat there.  His presence was appreciated though.

Towards the end of the day, my dad arrives home from work. From my room, I can hear him and my mum talking in hushed whispers most likely about my current predicament. I roll my eyes at the thought that they're probably going to be walking on eggshells around me. I mean yes, I'm incredibly sad and I'm probably going to feel like this for a while but it's not the end of the world. I am a realistic person and I know I'll eventually get over it.

The next thing I know, my dad is walking into my room and mumbling a quick hello before placing a tub of Ben & Jerrys cookie dough ice cream on my bedside table with a spoon and briefly kisses my forehead and patting my back.

Yeah, he's not very good at this kind of thing; he's more of the type to avoid the situation and hope it goes away. I appreciate the ice cream though, it's definitely one step closer to me feeling better.

The next few days practically consist of the same thing but Abel starts coming to my house frequently begging to talk to me from I've been told. Each time, he's been turned away from whoever is home at that point; Marcel or my parents. It's just the same cycle repeating over again.

One day when Abel visits again, I decide to actually leave my room and sneak downstairs to hear what's been said. I hide behind the wall that's just around the corner from the front door and listen in.

"Please let me talk to her." Abel begs, "It's not what she thinks happened."

"She doesn't want to see you." Marcel states bluntly.

"Just let me in. I need to see her. I need her." Abel adds in a sombre tone.

From where I am, I can see how tired he looks, as if he hasn't been sleeping properly for the last few days. His hair is all over the place looking like he's run his hands through it too many times and his clothes are dishevelled but he still manages to look ridiculously attractive. I scold myself for drooling over the sight of him even despite all that's happened.

Abel continues to talk without letting Marcel respond, "You don't understand, Keziah means everything to me. I would never do something like this to her. Please just let me in. I'll even get on my knees and beg Marcel. I need to see her."

At this point, Abel has tears streaming down his face. I never thought I'd actually see him cry and watching him now literally breaks my heart. It's not long before my own tears are falling similar to his. Even though he's begging to see me right now, I still can't bring myself to do it. So I take the easy way out and walk quietly upstairs while Marcel closes the door on Abel once again.

As I enter my room, I pull my curtains to the side and take a look outside where I can see Abel walking back to his car. Just before he reaches the drivers side, he drops onto his knees and clutches his head while crying out in anguish. I quickly close my curtain and attempt to hold in the sobs forcing their way out.

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