7 Chapter 7

{I'll wait for you to find yourself on days when mirrors don't reflect familiar faces, I'll be peace.<3}

Honestly I fail to connect with either of my parents. My dad is like an introvert that is capable of being an extrovert, which sounds weird when you say it out loud. I used to be so close to him and we would do everything together. With my mom she and I weren't really best friends when I was little but when I started growing up she and I grew closer and we get along very well. My mom doesn't want me to grow up she thinks I'm this little Kayla and she wants me to stay little forever. I am growing up let me do things that people my age are doing and let me do my own mistakes and learn from them. I want to go out with friends ,maybe have some fun. My parents are very overprotective of me and that can be annoying sometimes. I wish I could be able to be open with them about my relationships and interactions with people for example Bryson. I wish I could tell my mom how happy he makes me and how I feel when I'm with him. But that won't happen or I'd be dead. I wish my parents where the kind of parents that let me be open and vulnerable about my teenage problems. I'd be the happiest human being.

...My mom called me and she looked so sad. She couldn't even look me in the eye. I was starting to be worried and I couldn't help but cry. I didn't know why i was crying and but I knew whatever the news my mom had for me were going to change my life. She came closer to me with tears in her eyes and paused for a minute...

-"Kayla sweetie your father passed on"

My heart dropped once I heard those words. I shook my head because I couldn't believe or process the words she just uttered out of her mouth. I stepped back and I ran out of the house. I ran as fast as I could. I ran and i couldn't even see where I was going . I dialed Brysons number and told him to pick me up because I was starting to lose my sight . I tried forcing words out of my mouth. I couldn't even see where I was going. My eyes were filled with tears. He sounded like he was panicking and told me he was on his way. I sat down at the park benches and rested my head on my legs. I heard my mom's voice in my head telling me that my dad is gone. Bryson came after 10 min and ran out of his car and I could hear him say my name but I was too shocked that I couldn't even answer back. He raised my head and saw my face wet with my tears and my eyes closed. He picked me up and put me in the backseat of his car. He drove and stopped at our spot and went in the back where I was laying there motionless. "I'm taking you to my house there is no one there. My parents went out for the weekend". I didn't answer or argue I just laid there still with tears in my eyes. We drove to his house and he picked me up and took me to his room and tucked me in. He asked me if I wanted anything to eat. I shook my head and he kissed my forehead and told me to rest. I couldn't even close my eyes all I could see is my moms face saying those words over and over again. I jumped out of the bed and I wore Brysons slip-on's. He was in the kitchen making food. I went to him and stood behind him. He turned around and looked me in the eyes with those hazel eyes. He gently placed his hand on my neck and brushed my cheek with his thumb. I stepped closer and I kissed him. He pushed me back gently and asked me what's wrong. I kissed him again this time he kissed back and picked me up and put me on the kitchen counter. He paused for two seconds and asked me again ..." what's wrong?" And I whispered "make love to me"....