Lost Hope

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Larissa P.O.V 

I threw my bag, hard up against my wardrobe door and landed face first into my pillow. Tears fell from my eyes and on to the pillow i had my face buried in. I don't recall when I last cried this deep but i felt my heart was about fall from chest.

The sun was starting to set, when I thought I had enough of crying. I rose up from the spot I last laid, dabbing the tears from my eyes with the sleeve of my sweat shirt but the tears was still falling.  I tried to think happy thoughts, oh I really tried but the tears wouldn't stop falling. Feeling annoyed, I laid my back against the head board and gazed out my bedroom window. Just watching the sun set, while cuddling up with one of my pillows against my chest. The view was remarkable. It was beautiful, it was breath taking but not even the beauty of the view could stop me from crying. Until, I began to think about Marcus. Wondering what it would be like crying in his arms. Him, wrapping me up tight with his warm big hands.

A smile began to form and the next thing i knew I was picturing every moment i would have with him. Picturing how his lips would taste on my lips. Wondering, what life would be like with him. Then suddenly a light knock on my door was heard.

"Larisss! It's mum, are you ready yet darl? We going to be late." I opened the door though I was not happy because I knew that if I showed my face my sister's will kill me. I glared at my mother with puffy teary eyes "Sorry mother I do not feel well." As I was about to close the door before she could speak she began to whimper "I'm sorry dear I haven't been a best mother. I hope you can forgive me? We can get some Ice cream and talk about boys at the pack house?". I started to smile as I nodded to my mother. I quickly shut my door, grabbed a towel and raced into the shower. 

As I finished my shower I headed to my closest. I couldn't find anything to wear in fact, I didn't know what to wear as I began throwing out clothes in my closet on to my bed. I then came across a box that I never got to open on my sixteenth birthday from Martha's parents. As I opened the box out came a beautiful Lacey black dress with a train that would trail behind. It was beautiful and perfect for tonight.

So I quickly put on my dress with some heels I found in my wardrobe and headed back to my bathroom to apply some make up. I didn't have much make up, only a few that I stole from a store when I was thirteen. Though it wasn't much it did do justice. I finally finished applying my makeup, glanced over at the mirror one more time before heading out the door.

I was so confident about tonight at least I knew my sister's won't tell me off or murder me because my mother basically dragged me to come along with her. Though deep down I was excited, well more excited to see Marcus. 

As we pulled up to the pack house, mother saw Sharia and Tristan out front hooking up. Mother jumped out the vehicle so fast, i haven't yet unbuckled my seat belt. As I hoped out the car. Serene appeared by my side "Just because you're here with Mother doesn't mean I'm letting you off" with a smirk upon her face while she walked inside.

"Hey Larissa, mother said to get her a drink" Sharia yelled out from across the path. I nodded and began to walk inside. *Clears throat* "Hey" my head snapped back facing Tommy. "Ah hello" as I began to wave. " I thought you weren't coming. Though, I must admit, you look absolutely stunning". I chuckled softly and replied. "Sorry but I got to go but uh thank you for the compliment. It means a lot to hear. My mother has been waiting for her drinks but i'll talk to you later. Yeah?".  I didn't wait for him to reply. I picked up two glasses, one filled with wine and the other filled with orange juice and rushed back over to my mother. Clearly, not watching a head of me. I slammed hard against a warm, solid wall. A bit of drink spilling on my dress.

I looked up as I got bumped to the floor again. Sure enough it was Logan. Why must we always meet like this? I mumbled to myself. Though he did not look so happy to see me. He just stood there looking at me with anger and hate before taking off towards the stage. "What's his problem" as i got up from off the ground and began dusting myself off.