It happened years ago

but I still remembered it.

"can you please come with me"

your young and innocent voice spoke softly.

"i don't have anyone else and dad only likes you"

You gave me those eyes,

those almost irresistible puppy dog eyes.

But I couldn't fall for them.

I really couldn't.

I knew your father was distant with you and your mom.

I knew your father loved talking to me

treating me as his own daughter.

I knew that he never wanted a son,

but I still tried to help you two form a bond.

I still tried to piece you both together.

And I knew that you wanted him to see you,

actually see you

for the beautiful son you were.

But I also knew

that I wouldn't be able to go with you.

I had my mom's funeral to go to,

and I knew that before school started,

I was going to be grieving for her hard.

"i won't be able to nathan. i have things to do"

You were so mad

and didn't talk to me for days.

This confused me,

and every time I called your parent's phone

hoping you'd answer,

your dad would always say that you were busy

or out doing something.

I should've known,

but I guess it was my ignorance.

Like always.

Ninth grade started.

We were in English class.

There was a sub,

and you decided to do something cruel.

Something that'd be hard for anyone to forget.

As soon as the teacher went to the bathroom,

you called everyone's attention.

"i have a special powerpoint for you guys today"

"it's dedicated to elliot"

You gave me a smile,

and I smiled back in relief.

Maybe things will finally go back to normal.

My picture showed up.

I was wearing my one piece swimming suit

and grinning at the camera.

You pressed the space bar.

Slut.

That's what was slapped across the screen.

Across my grinning face.

I frowned.

You pressed the space bar again.

I was hugging your dad.

That was recent

and I don't know how you got that picture.

You pressed the space bar.

Not so innocent whore.

That's what you wrote.

I couldn't breath,

tears stung in the back of my eyes.

I was confused.

And at first,

you looked guilty,

but after catching my gaze,

you only looked away with indifference,

and pressed the space bar again.

This next picture was even more recent.

It happened a week after mom's burial.

Your dad was giving me money.

My hair was stuck to my face,

and my clothes were wrinkled.

I had just finished washing his car

for a little bit of cash.

Dad was having a hard time,

and the bills needed to be paid.

He was helping me.

He was helping my father.

You pressed the space bar though.

The gold-digging prostitute.

I was suddenly angry.

I stood up.

"what are you doing"

I yelled.

Everyone was looking at me,

some surprised,

and some disgusted.

"i'm just telling everyone the truth"

"it was bound to come out anyway"

I couldn't believe my ears.

Why were you doing this?

"you know that's a lie"

"i would never do that"

You only looked at me smugly.

"it doesn't seem that way to me"

You pressed the space bar.

I was kissing your dad on the cheek.

But we would always do this.

I would kiss his right cheek

while you would kiss his left

before we'd leave your house to go anywhere.

Whispers surrounded the room,

and my heart burned at your betrayal.

Slut.

It said again,

and my face was burning from humiliation.

"plus"

you said,

pressing the space bar.

"it's your fault for being such an attention seeking whore"

The screen went black

and you took out the flash drive

before walking back to your seat.

It was then that the teacher came back.

I couldn't focus though.

I don't think anyone could.

Notes were passed to me the rest of the period.

Slut.

I can't believe I didn't see it before.

Slut.

Gold digger.

Slut.

Slut.

And then yours came.

I read it,

and almost broke down

right then and there.

Maybe next time you won't be so selfish

and actually help me out.

P. S. Stay away from my dad.

He's my father.

Not yours.

And as you stared at me throughout present day,

I can't help but look back and think,

because of this,

I'm not fine

I'm not fine

it was only the start,

and I wasn't close to being fine.

| And so the mystery has been revealed. Also, just a reminder (as more dialogue is played out now). All lowercase letters inside quotes are intended.

I'm in my feels guys. I just finished reading Sorta Like a Rock Star by Matthew Quick, and you guys should really check out his books. I'm not even kidding when I say he's amazing. His writing is completely and utterly flawless. I love him <3

Don't forget to wish @smiley_the_pessimist a happy belated birthday! Have a beautiful day my lovelies! And I shall start my ton load of homework now ;) |