The Heartbroken - S01 E43

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The Heartbroken - S01 E43

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43

I could hear a door

slamming shut and a

shout, “Kyla!”

I didn’t turn. I didn’t

even stop. Screw Seth.

Screw Mom. Screw

everyone.

“Kyla, wait!”

“Leave me alone, you

f-----g bastard!” I

shouted and hastened

my pace. I couldn’t bring

myself to run though. I

felt so tired.

“Hey, it was a joke!

Kyla. Just stop! Look,

I’m sorry!”

“You should be!”

I suddenly felt like I

couldn’t even walk

anymore. I stopped,

crouching down, hugging

my knees and burying

my face on my knees. I

hadn’t even realized

that I’d began sobbing.

Why on earth was I

even crying?

It just felt like the

whole universe was out

to get me. Thinking

about my dad, about

Cedric, and finding out

that Mom had a

boyfriend and f--k it all

but I was just tired of

having to think about all

of this.

Seth must have

reached me by now,

stopping just behind

me. I could feel him,

even without looking.

“Hey. I’m sorry.”

I ignored him, trying to

stop crying. I felt a hand

on my shoulder. I only

just realized how cold it

was because his hand

seemed so warm. I

looked up momentarily

to glare at him. He was

crouching next to me

now, half-hugging me

closer.

“You’re a d--k,” I said.

“I know.”

I looked away and tried

not to sob. For a long

moment, we were both

silent. Finally, he moved

and stood up, walking a

few paces forward and

running his hands

through his hair. With

his back to me, he said,

“I messed up, didn’t I?”

He turned and walked

back to me.

“I’m really sorry,” he

said.

“If you don’t move

away right now, I will

kick your balls.”

Leaning a little, he

carefully took my arms

and helped me stand up.

For some reason, I

obeyed. “I was just

joking,” he said. “I’m

really sorry.”

We were completely

soaked by now, dripping

wet and feeling stupid.

To his credit, he

seemed to be really

sorry. “You s--k.”

“I didn’t think it

through.” He looked

down. “I know I was a

jerk and it was stupid

and childish and please

don’t kick my balls. I

just didn’t… I didn’t

think you would be that

mad. I didn’t think you

would… end up crying.”

I nodded, keeping it

stiff, letting him know

that while I was fine, I

hadn’t accepted his

apology.

He stepped closer,

placing one hand on my

shoulder and the other

on my face. He tucked

some of my wet hair

behind my ear and tilted

my head so I could look

at him. I made sure to

glare.

“Are you okay?”

I gave him another brief

nod.

He looked at me for a

long while. We must

look crazy, standing in

the rain like idiots. I

averted my gaze but I

knew he was still

staring at me. After

what seemed like too

long, I started shivering.

Now that I’ve calmed

down, I noticed how

cold it actually was. He

must have noticed

because he finally

moved away, clearing

his throat. “Come on.

Let’s head back to the

car. This time, no jokes.

I promise.”

This time, we weren’t

running. And this time,

he let me walk first,

trailing silently behind

me. This time, he

opened the door for me.

—

We pulled up in front of

his house. The whole

car ride was silent,

though I could feel him

trying to read me and

why I reacted that way

to some stupid prank.