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Almost two weeks of having our Mom frequently going home again. I went back to my classes regularly since Christmas break is also coming. She would always come home at 11 PM or later than that, looking a complete mess. She would sometimes disturb me in my sleep to ask me to cook for her or prepare her something to eat.


Of course, I obliged. It's not like I had the option to say no to her. She would sometimes get mad and yell at me for making her a 'boring' food when she doesn't even buy food or grocery for us. Kai managed to dodge Mom when she goes home. It's not like she even asks or cares where he is.


"Why are you giving me this plain noodles?" She complains. I stood behind the counter as I cowered in her presence.


"Uh, there's no more food here," I stuttered in my reply as I lowered my gaze.


"I'm not eating that. Go fucking throw that or better yet, eat it!" She snaps, shoving the bowl towards me which, resulted in creating a mess. She leaves the kitchen with a wine bottle in her hand.


I cleaned up the spilled noodles, mopped the floor, and washed the dish before I came to my room and see Kai on my window again. He still had a fading bruise on his eye but other than it, he looked okay and back to normal again.


"We should leave here before she gets worse again," He mutters with his back faced to me.


"No, it's fine. Maybe she's just stressed," I dismissed as I sat on my bed.


"We don't need her anymore, Adeline. We can just leave," He insists, putting emphasis on the last words while he turns to look at me.


"It's not that easy, Kai! We don't have a place to go to," I countered, raising my voice a little.


"You don't have to worry about it, Dela," He answers.


"We're not leaving, this is our house too," I objected.


He grunts at me before stomping away from my room. After that, I slept with heavy thoughts running through my head. Just another day to endure tomorrow.











I was already heading outside the school after I said my goodbyes to Cali and Franco when Henry catches up to me from behind. I halted from my tracks and waited for him.


I started to notice his hair growing longer as it reaches his ears. He pushes it back using his hand. He looked very much like a snack with his plain navy blue polo paired with a shirt inside as he leaves the polo unbuttoned, the shirt tucked in his black trousers.


"Hey there, you going somewhere?" He jokes.


"I was about to meet you at the parking lot," I rolled my eyes at him as he slips his hand to intertwine with mine. My lips curved into a smile as we walked out together.


We walk past Eli who saw our hands together and resulted in having a scowl on his face. Where does he get the audacity? The side of my lips rose as I looked away from him and Henry opening the car door for me.


"So, do you want to go to the apartment today?" He asks before starting the car.


"Sure, it's been long since I last visited," I replied.


The past few days were me trying to hang by the thread with my problems with my Mom. That's why Kai was already insisting that we move out of the house but, that would be an irrational move.


I'll be honest, Kai's telling the truth. We really didn't need her anymore. We already knew how to live without her help and her presence.


As soon as we entered the apartment, I dropped my bag and sat on the couch. Henry started living here on his own a few weeks back since his parents allowed him. I wish I had that freedom the same as him. Because of that, a few things were changed in his apartment.


He started practicing on canvas, there were tons of paint in the corner of the room and an adjustable easel placed by the windows. He would start on sketches before trying to paint with them but he never fully finished a painting yet. It was all just drafts of his.


"When's the last time you painted?" I asked him.


"Uhm, two weeks ago. I think?" He scratches the back of his ear as he replied.


I gave him a cheeky grin when I walked towards him and rested my arms on his neck.


"Can I practice on you?" He whispers in my ears as he pulls me closer to him.


"Will you paint me like one of your french girls?" I whispered softly in his ears, teasing him. I smile as I hide my face, resting my chin on his shoulder.


If you're curious, the answer is no, we haven't had sex yet. It was all just making out and it will stop before it all gets heated between us. He teases me always which results in me getting sexually frustrated. I can't even count how many times we could've hooked up already if he didn't stop midway.


I didn't know he was such a good Christian boy.


"Do you want me to?" He whispers back in my ear. His hand slipping inside my shirt, feeling his fingers caressing my skin. I could feel the smile on his face as I bit my lip controlling the urge to just lay him in bed.


His hand slowly traveled to my back until it reached the clasp of my bra and he unhooks it. My sensitive nipples hardened as a result. I instantly pressed my lips to his as he pushed me back until we both fell down the couch.


I straddle his hips and grind myself on his hard groin. He lifts off my shirt and removes my bra as he takes my breast to his mouth. His tongue glazing my erected nipple alternating it with his fingers playing with the other one while slowly massaging it.


I bent back my neck from being too aroused as I feel my wetness below. I grabbed a few locks of his hair as I release a moan and he's not even inside me yet.

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