Chapter 23

"...but when will I see you again?"

One of the most relatable Disney moments:

"Never oh never," replied Aurora.

I wouldn't exactly say that Sleeping Beauty was my parallel universe, but I did find most Disney princesses to be somewhat relatable at times. They all had different tales but each of them had something in common. They all patiently waited for their happy ending.

I remember leaving my bedroom simply because the room started to get stuffy and staying in an enclosed environment was starting to drive me a little insane. You would think that it was something that I would be used to, but it wasn't because I refused to allow myself to get used to that intense feeling of isolation. After spending a days' worth of studying I decided to watch Arora that afternoon. Legs stretched out on the couch, arms folded and pulling my bottom lip in front of the TV screen.

That was something fascinating about adolescent Kourtney; she believed that she could hold a grudge until the end of time.

Well, maybe I still can.

It was one of my worst personality traits. Several hours had passed, and I was still holding a grudge.

But was I supposed to apologise? Was I the one who made a big deal out of something so small?

I obviously thought I was the one who was right while he was the one who was at fault. But it all makes sense now. I was wrong. I was supposed to apologize. The one thing that I was supposed to do, more than anything; was thank him.

When Deniece approached me with two coffee mugs in either hand, I knew that it was consultation time. Or maybe it was interrogation time. I couldn't really tell.

"Are you ready to talk about it?" she asked.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk about it. I preferred to keep things to myself most of the time but there were times when I really needed to blow off some steam. I contemplated for a while then realised that venting to her would be pointless because I knew that the conversation would just run-in circles.

"Nope," I responded sincerely. I sat up right to receive the mug and took a sip as soon as she had let go of the mug. She took a seat next to me on the couch. "I had a feeling that would be your answer." She took a sip from her steaming hot cup.

Their childhood was different to mine. I remember how they both used to ramble on and on about how things were not like how they used to be. I've only heard tales about the things they could do as teenagers and the places they could go to. In my day and age, a girl would be as good as dead if she stepped foot out the door. Or at least that's what they believed. I don't blame her for thinking that way because at the end of the day it was the bitter truth. I could go on and on about the treatment being unfair but growing up in a time without the assurance of safety makes it impossible to argue my case.

I didn't say much to her. I never had the guts to argue with my mother. I remember how pointless it used to be especially when win I used to win the battle but never the war. Kind of like my teenage years. We watched sleeping beauty until it ended and thereafter, I decided to make a cup of camomile tea.

Because in our teen years, we tried every and any substance under the sun to stimulate endorphins.

But I knew that I was lying to myself because I knew that tea did absolutely nothing. I couldn't even pass it off as a temporary solution. I had various 'temporary solutions' at my disposal. Not the solutions that every teen or adult had but I suppose one could say that I relied on my hobbies.

I remember trying to draw that evening, but it was pointless. I couldn't focus on what I was doing and therefore, I couldn't achieve my outcome.

Can never and will never forget that parents will always have the biggest impact on our lives. Adults always made it seem as if we wanted absolutely nothing to do with them once we started to think that 'we're too big' but what did they know?

That evening I constantly stressed over the thought of Trent never talking to me again. I knew that it was a little far-fetched because everyone knows that Trent usually did the opposite of what he was told but remembering how heated the parks atmosphere got made me second guess.

Hours had passed and we still hadn't communicated after the situation and that made me assume that my father was right. He always told me that guys like them only wanted to use me. I could go into depth about how his manipulations easily got to me, but I believe that it's a story for another time.

I didn't do much that night. I just tidied my bedroom then listened to music. Of course, I cried as I let my thoughts to have control over me. I remember not being able to stay in one place. I went from the window seat to the rug just before my bookshelf, to my desk then straight to my bed.

I remember the chest pains from the excessive crying.

And eventually...

I was lights out.

***

Not for too long though...

I woke up at midnight after feeling my phone vibrate on my chest. The flashes of the screen lit the dark room. I didn't expect to fall asleep with my headphones on, but I did and as a result I had a stiff neck because of the position I had to sleep in. I removed the headphones from my ears and unplugged it from my phone to answer the call.

It was Trent.

"Trent," I whispered while rubbing my eyes.

"Hey you," he responded. His tone is a little more soft and subtle compared to how he usually talks.

"It's after twelve Trent, what the hell!" I hissed.

I was obviously fooling myself. I was more than happy to hear from him again. He sounded a little giddy over the phone, but I didn't think too much into it. "I can tell time Kourtney. How are you?" I didn't want to argue with him really all I wanted was to talk to him for as long as I could.

"Tired," I yawned.

"Is this a bad time?"

"Well, you did wake me up."

"I can hang up- "

"Don't!"

It wasn't my intention to come off as desperate, but I did, and I was ok with it. In the end, I was proud of myself for taking that chance.

"Okay," he responded. It took him a while to process my demand and respond but he seemed thrilled about it.

I found his witty, daring, reckless and charming personality attractive because... which girl wouldn't find those qualities attractive. We had spent almost an hour on the phone engaging in a cordial conversation and each minute had meaning regardless of how neutral the atmosphere was. That witty and reckless personality was hard to put up with at times, but I always chose to put up with him.

I tried so hard to fight sleep but unfortunately; a good thing had to come to an end.

"I didn't want it to come to this..." I began "...but I cannot keep my eyes open."

"That's okay, we can always do this again some other time."

"Will we?"

"I would like to think so," he responded. We both laughed at the ridiculousness of the conversation. An unexpected ending that was so humorous, yet we were both so very hopeful for it.

"Well, let me not keep you," he said. "Goodnight, Kourtney Kidman."

I expected him to hang up straight after, but he waited for a response. "Goodnight, Trent Carter."

I hung up first. It wasn't long before I had fallen asleep again.

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