When's My Turn ?

It's been two weeks since my date with Luca. We of course talked and texted everyday, all day long, but we couldnt find the time to meet. Luca was very busy with his new branch and I was busy with my job.

It was exhausting trying to keep in touch and keep my regular routine, before he came into my life. Being in a relationship is a game changer and nobody bothers to share so.

when you get up you have to text them, or call. Whenever you go somewhere you have to update them, so they'll be infromed. Before you go to sleep you have to text them goodnight. During the day you have to ask how their day is going, etc.

I was tired. and on top of that I haven't seen him. I missed his eyes, his scent, and just the way he makes me feel. Even though we only went on one date I still felt connected to him. it's also been two weeks since the last time I talked to John.

I was still upset at what he was saying but since the date went amazingly well, I decided to forgive him. 'its time to give him a call' I thought to myself and picked up the phone. it took John exactly two seconds to answer before he started blabbering.

"I'm so sorry emmy, I was just worried, I missed you so much, and I was so worried when you never called back. I'm sorry I didnt call you before but I was afraid you'd just ignore me" he kept talking and apologizing but I had to stop him before it was getting out of control.

"John" I yelled "Relax please, everything is okay I'm not mad" I replied as kindly as I could so he'd believe me.
There was silence before he talked again

"Are you sure?" He asked quietly and I chuckled. John was so blunt and loud all the time, it was strange seeing him like this.

"Yes, I'm sure. you were right and you're a great friend for worrying" I said and began telling him all about Luca. We talked for like two hours before I got too tired and hung up.

as I was getting ready for bed, someone knocked on the door. Wondering who it could be - and hoping it was Luca, I walked to the door and opened it, just enough to see who's behind. 

"Mom?" I said and looked at the woman who gave birth to me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I yelled and closed the door, but before I could she stopped the door with her leg.

"just listen to me son, give me a chance" She begged and all I could think about was the day I last saw her.

Flashback - 

"Mommy, come see what I made" my 14 years old self ran to my mom to show her the drawing I made, specially for her.

"Emmet, I told you not to call me Mommy anymore, My name is Beatrice" she said coldly and walked away. I looked down to the drawing I made. it was me and her at the park. we were laying on the grass watching the clouds. I ran back to my room and hid under my bed. I was very small for my age, since nobody bothered to cook anything to keep me healthy.

The only thing I knew how to cook were eggs. so thats all I ate whenever I managed to sneak into the kitchen. it was easy to make and fast. that same day I made a mistake and tried to make myself something to eat.
It's been a day since the last thing I had eaten, which was an apple I managed to sneak. the minute my foot stepped in the kitched and my hand reached for the fridge a hand stopped me, gripped me so hard I had blue marks later on.

"I told you that you're not allowed in the kitched" she said with narrowed eyes. I was so scared I wanted to cry.

"B-but mommy.. I'm hungry" I cried out and tried to reach for the fridge again. I was expecting the blow to the face that I got. I fell to the ground with a scream, and held onto my face.

"Get out, you brat" She spat and left the kitchen. 

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