First, they decide our life partner for us, then they choose our home for us, now they plan our baby for us!
And did I mention?
My girlfriend/fiancee is unconscious because of them.
Next thing you know, they will be planning how our death occurs.
Shitty parents these days.
A sigh escaped my lips as I watched kiara sleep peacefully, stirring slightly, her chest rising up and falling down as she breathed.
She looked so adorable, and the way she would say random things while she sleeps is priceless.
After kiara passed out earlier today, I carried her up into our her bedroom.
She woke up a few hours later, but fell back asleep again.
And I let her sleep, but she doesn’t know that I, now, was in her bedroom, practically stalking her as she slept.
Our parents left soon after I kicked them out…
well sort of.
I only shooed them out of our house, saying kiara needed rest and didn’t need so many people around her.
So, they listened to me and left, which I was glad.
They’ve caused enough harm…
especially to kiara.
She is been hurt too much, and I was the one who broke her heart first and the most.
Now I know that, I will never be able to forgive myself for what I did to her.
Moving on before I get too… cocky.
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Anyways, I think something is going on between my brother and Kiara’s little friend.
Sandra, I think, was her name.
And I have reasons to why I think that way.
Last night, kiara and I had left before the two of them.
And before we did leave, I caught them getting all mushy and smiley and lovey-dovey with each other.
And on top of that, my brother was acting all strange around the girl.
My brother would probably beat the sockets out of me if he found out I was jumping to conclusions.
It was now 11:34 at night, and kiara still didn’t wake up.
But, I guess I should leave her to sleep, since it’s night anyway.
But, she didn’t eat anything the whole day.
I leaned over her, my upper body hovering hers.
Gently, I began shaking her, trying to wake her up.
“What?” Her sleepy, weak voice softly spoke out.
She is too cute I swear.
“What time is it?” She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes.
“It’s almost midnight.”
“Why did you wake me up then? You should go to sleep.” She said after yawning.
“You didn’t eat anything the whole day.” I noticed that I was still on top of her, and our faces were nearly touching, but I didn’t bother to ruin that position.
“So you have to eat. Then, if you want, you can go to sleep.”
She shook her head, pouting, and it wasn’t a playful pout.
“No. No food now.”
I snickered and pressed my forehead against hers.
I have never done this with any other girl before.
It was always fvck, $£x and all that.