The next day I was pretty free, my mom and step dad had left for a weekend trip to another region, it was just me and my siblings.
I woke up early and attended to my work, by ten I was done all my work and had already prepared breakfast and cleaned up. Around twelve I logged into my Facebook profile and browsed a bit later responding to some messages when I came across a very familiar face it was Quacy, I haven't spoken to him for a while but here he was messaging me. I felt excited we were such good friends, he'd help me out whenever I needed but when he started liking me we grew distant nevertheless I have missed him and I'm sure he had moved in by now.

I quickly responded to his message *hey* and continued browsing within minutes he replied and shortly after we were charting and having such nice time, sending each other chain messages and laughing, he really kept me company as niklus was going to be busy. A short while after our conversation took a horrifying turn as he began flirting, this tippee me off but for the sake of my sanity I tried being nice and telling him it won't hurt but he continued before long he was being really pushy and his messages came off strong under this pressure in was forced to block him. I was hurt yes but more disappointed.

With all this drama I decided to text nick, he already texted me and told me that he'd be going out but I missed him and with all that took place I needed him.
*uhm hey kiddo*
* I miss you*
*I know you're busy but damn kid I miss you*
I messaged as I throwed back in bed, around half an hour later I was in a small nap when the vibration of my phone waked me. I answered between sleep and wake.
* hello good day*
*hey babe* the voice responded, the voice was familiar but it was not niklus, scratching my head in decided to ask who it was but only received a cheesy response * the love of your life of course* this pissed me off
*look I don't know what shit you're up to but if this is your idea of a prank it sucks, you should really get that checked out and stop being such a bitch waking me from my sleep to play freaking love pranks* and hanged up.
A few minutes later I received a text *hey kid chill it's me, Kelly* My heart melted and tears began to roll down my cheeks, not only did his voice remind me of all our late night conversations, all our I love yous and promises; it tore me apart, it ached to know how much I loved him and how much he used me, he even said he didn't love me so why was he calling? Maybe I was wrong to think I can do this love thing again.

So for the rest of the evening I ignored nick I just didn't want to take this any further, k couldn't bear getting hurt again or worst yet hurting someone. He had messaged several times and tried calling twice but I powered the phone off. I couldn't do it, I just wasn't ready. If Kelly's stupid voice made me this vulnerable what else? What's next?

I did all my chores and relaxed for a bit, I powered on my phone and ran through Nick's messages which seemed never ending my restrain failed I had to reply I would be hurting him maybe the same way others always hurt me, so stupidly I replied *hi* and waited for a reply but I didn't get one, not for hours.

I laid on my bed and sooner than I knew I started crying, everything that had ever hurt me flashed through my mind, every promise that my dad made about never leaving us, all the harsh words my aunt and cousins tarnished me with when my mom left me there for almost a year with no contact every time Kelly and I laughed everytime my mom cursed me every time she hit me, every time I bleed so I referred to my only comfort my blade I drew several lined on my arms and watched as the epidermis open and blood flush out.  A cut for every thing that hurt me I thought. My cuts didn't just turn my anger into pain and then relief it was a reminder just as my cuts would heal the hurt I've been put through would heal.

As I watched my arm bleed my phone buzzed it was niklus, his message helped me get some composure as he explained that he had moved out. The news shocked me, he moved without telling me but nevertheless I just listened after all what was a little hurt I had already endured so much.

He explained to me the living conditions he face with his grandmother along with his hardships and pains I started crying again but luckily we were texting his sorrows and worries made me cry along with the fact that he was so open with me it hurt deeply that I didn't have the same trust for him and might never open up the way he did.

We chatted for a little while as he explained everything and gave me the location etc.
We talked and talked and planned for our long due fishing trip, after some worrying out and building of a cover up lie we decided to do it next saturday as my classmates had planned a little outing, I was just going to skip.

Later that night I laid in bed and couldn't sleep, I took the time to think and made up my mind that I wasn't going to let anything from my past ruin my present or future. Fuck Kelly, Fuck my dad leaving, Fuck that night, Fuck Quacy, Fuck everything.
I was moving on.