One Roof With My Step-Brother.

PAIN LEAVES BEHIND A SCAR (PART TWO)

“Yes and what are you going to do about it,’ she yelled. “I’ve had enough of you and your depressed attitude. You think the world is so resolved around you. Wake up from your dream. You are so cold-hearted. Keep your problem to your f*****g self. Stop trying to make me be on the same level as you. I’m not on the same level with you, just because you don’t want to date someone ever in your life again, doesn’t mean other people should be in the same shoes as you are,’ she blurted out.

“Scarlet, did you just say…”

“Yes, of course. I’m saying it to your face, and I’m not hiding it anymore. You make me sick, and I’m damn tired of it. I’m pleading with you to let it go, but you are still insisting on me leaving him. If you were truly my best friend, as you always claim to be, you would support me, be happy for me, and not be against me while dating Kai. What did he do to you? If you don’t want to date anyone because of your past relationships, keep it to yourself and don’t inflict your decisions on me,’ she furiously uttered those words in front of me.

I was stunned and just stared at her like a damn fool.

How could she say all of that to me after everything we’ve been through together, insulting me because of a guy?

My heart began pounding, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

I began taking backward steps as she looked at me.

My eyes were almost welling up and getting blurry as I slowly shook my head.

I couldn’t believe this—that she would do this to me and say all these words to my face.

After everything we’ve been through, I confided in her, and she is literally throwing me out because I warned her about him. So, because she’s got a boyfriend now, she turned against me.

I couldn’t take it anymore and turned my face away from her.

“Umm… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say those words to you; I didn’t mean it at all.’ She came close to me as I stepped back and held up my hand at her.

“Don’t come close to me. Don’t you dare get close to me,’ I dangerously uttered with a long shaky sigh.

“I’m sorry, Ivy. I just said that in the heat of the moment, and I didn’t mean to say those words to you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me…"

I broke in. “You just said what you’ve always thought of me, and I don’t care. It’s okay. I don’t want to hear any word from you, and you can do whatever you feel like doing. I’m not stopping you; it’s your decision and your life. You can do whatever the f**k you want to do. It’s not my life; it’s yours. So, I don’t have a say in it. From now on, I will stay away from anything that concerns you; I won’t interfere in your matters again, and I won’t intrude into your life either. Stay away from me,’

With those words that I just said to her, I left the kitchen, ignoring Kai’s laughter, and ran to my room in tears, turning deaf ears to her calls.

She called me several times, but I didn’t even take a glance at her.

I went to my room, shut the door behind me, went to my bed, and cried my eyes out. Why is everyone against me? Am I just a burden to anyone I interact with?

Why is my life just so f*****g different? Why aren’t things going my way, and it keeps getting worse for me? Why is it that anyone that I try to love always goes away from me?

Why? Why?

Can anyone give me an answer to such a question? Why is my life so difficult and filled with so much pain? She was my best friend, the only one I trusted and confided in.

I never had this thought for one day that I was a burden to her, and I also never thought that she looked at me in that sort of way; I always thought she differed from the rest of them.

Now, it turns out that I was wrong about her; she was the only one that I looked up to, and those words she said to me today hurt me so deeply to the bones, and I never expected it to turn out this way.

Well, it turned out in this manner because she was tired of staying with me.

I don’t even go outside or go to school or even talk to anyone in school anymore, and I don’t even talk to my neighbors either. I always stay inside the house all the time, and she always comes to see me when she comes back from school or when she is at home to tell me about how her day went.

I always lock myself in my room all day without ever seeing her or know how she is doing.

Who won’t be tired of seeing someone like that?

I stopped going to school because that’s what I wanted to do, and that’s my decision. No one can force me to go to school when I don’t want to.

Two weeks passed.

I stayed in my room without talking to anyone but only came out when I wanted to make myself some food, drink some water.

And make some glasses of milk as well, or any sort of drink that was available.

My mom even tried to call me or talk to me countless times, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, including my best friend.

Waking this morning, I knew it was time to go to school.

I’ve stayed home long enough, and at least this time, I’m going out to get some fresh air and look around the school.

It was going to be fun anyway, but I had to stand on my feet; there was no one I was going to rely on to do that for me.

And besides, I need to be serious with my studies and graduate as soon as possible.

I took my bath, got dressed up, got ready for school, and came out of my room, descending downstairs and walking straight to the door when my mom stopped me.

“Ivy,’ she called as she ran towards me. “You are going to school, right?”

I turned toward her with a glare. “Obviously.” I rolled my eyes at her.

“Thank goodness you’ve finally come out of that hole, you call a room; at least your teachers and the school will stop bugging me with calls and texts.”

So, that’s what she was worried about—so much for being a mother?

“Keep going to school and don’t slack off; okay, it’s not good for you or your teachers.”

Here she goes again, as if those losers care about me, acting like the doting mother; she'll never be, because she’s with a man.

“Yeah,’ I strolled to the door with a hiss. Standing in front of her is nauseating enough.

“Are you sure? You are really okay to go to school now,’ she said, getting closer to me and holding my face with both of her hands. “You look kind of pale,’ she said, shifting my face sideways, and I forcefully pulled her hands away from my face and frowned at her.