Shes Too young continued

                                    

                                          
CHAPTER 13
                          
"Never trust first impressions;
they're intended to be good."

I don't even care, anymore. I don't care enough to sweat it, anymore. Just know that if someone really wanted to talk to you, they would make an effort to. No one was really busy 24-7.
It's just funny how things worked when forever didn't last forever and relationships felt like situation-ships but we called it love.
Today, we're leaving for our early family vacation, before the wedding in two days. Yet, Tyson and I still weren't on good terms. My heart grew weary from the broken bond we had.

                          
This marriage was really starting to take a toll on all of us. On top of that, our parents weren't even on good terms. So, I don't even see the point of this whole marriage, anymore, when our so-called family was already split.
                          
I guess Tyson and I held some responsibility for this though, because of our most recent fight after my date with Kevin.

                          
I had returned to a dark house. Grabbing my keys had slipped my mind before leaving, earlier. So, I knocked on the front door until my mother, with her sleepy eyes, came to rescue me.
Tyson had walked down the stairs in his boxers, after she left, asking me how everything went. He sounded sincere, but it was all bullshit.
I was hanging up my coat when he grabbed me by my hair and pushed me out of the house.
I heard the door lock.

                          
He turned off the hallway light. He had done this before, so I assumed he was just playing and would come back to open the door.
So, I sat on the porch for hours in the dead cold of the fall night, waiting for him until I got fed up and started looking for ways inside.
Tyson's window was wide open.
I grabbed the ladder from the garage and climbed through his window. He was sleeping so peacefully, but I was still pissed.
I climbed on top of him, and he woke up smiling at me. With his half-opened eyes, he must have thought he was still dreaming.
I smiled back at his stupidity and slapped him as hard as I could.
                          
Tyson woke up, pushed me off the bed, then pinned me down on the floor.
"Did you have fun with my friend?" he asked.
I reversed his question and asked him the same. "Did you have fun with mine?"
His hands held a tight grip on my wrist as I fought to get loose so that I could hit him again. But he wouldn't let me go, and he had the nerve to kiss me during my struggle.
                          
His door swung open, and his dad walked in. He turned on the lights, questioning us about the mess we made and all the noise that we were making at two in the morning.
Then, my mom walked in, telling us to separate, because our hands were still joined and I was still pinned to the floor.
                          
Our parents ended up fighting all night over who was right and who was wrong, questioning what really went on in Tyson's room. Either way, they were both late when it came to the signs.
*
The following day during the flight, our parents acted as if they hadn't already made up. Not to get into deep details, but the walls were really thin so sound does travel.
Tyson playfully messaged me a winking emoji, but I was too disturbed to text back.
Our parents ended up seated five rows down from us on the plane, while I was stuck seated between Tyson and a random old woman with a stink attitude; she fought with the flight attendant to get her seat changed, thus leaving me alone with Tyson.
Worst part about it was I chose to wear a dress. I couldn't help but think this was going to be like the first day of school, all over again.
"More privacy for us," he said to me, smiling.
He had a way of making me fall for him with every word spoken.
                          
"God, I missed you," I mistakenly said out loud.
I never wanted him to know what I was thinking, so he could never use it against me.
For the first time, I made him blush and that really meant something to me.
Tyson was going to say something to me when my phone vibrated and Kevin's name popped up, surrounded by heart-eyed emojis.
It was a text, and Tyson looked down and read it before me. Then, he let go of my hand, moving over a seat.
                          
After I replied to Kevin, I tried to talk to Tyson again; but he ignored me, so I moved next to him and I touched his hand.
He snapped, snatched his hand away, and told me to move the fuck away from him.
I obeyed.
We stayed silent for the rest of the flight.
*
Even after we landed and placed our bags in our room, we still did not speak.
Our parents didn't give much thought to the room situation, because they had their own and we had ours.
"I'll take this bed," I said to him.
He didn't look at me or answer me back; he ignored me, spraying on his cologne—my favorite cologne of his—then, he left the room, leaving the door ajar.
*
Two hours passed and Tyson hadn't come back to the hotel room. We had dinner reservations, so I had to go on a hunt to find him; our parents told me to.  
I honestly wished they hadn't. When I finally found him, he was in the pool all over some random girl with a lighter complexion than mine.
Her curly hair twirled in the blowing wind. She had top and bottom, unlike petite little me.
And yes, I was caught in my own feelings, yet again; but he was the one doing it, yet again, making me feel less than.
                          
Their lips moved in motion while she let his hands wander all over her body, which was perfect compared to mine.
As his hands wandered on her and her hands wandered on him, I turned too quickly on my heels and scratched my knee because I was in a hurry to leave. I just couldn't bear to watch that mind F***, you to me, anymore.
I ran away from the pool and I kept running all the way back to the hotel room.
*
Lost in my own world, I had to keep reminding myself I had Kevin, I had Kevin; but it didn't change the feeling of my broken heart.
With tightness in my chest and that empty feeling in the pit of my stomach, I looked a mess. I had ripped my dress and my wig was crooked.
Despite the pain, I knew I had to get myself together for dinner. I changed my clothes and threw my wig across the room, deciding that I was going natural, tonight.
I cleaned up the blood on my knee and fixed my makeup like nothing had ever happened.
If it's not my heart getting stepped on, it's my feet.

                          
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