On My Way To Mr. Right

Chapter 89

I hated to see my friends in this state. It was more than alarming. It was terrifying to have them constantly undermine my every move. I wished for a way out. All I got was a messy divorce from my parents.

I did not even know how to articulate this out of my system. Kyle has been of no help lately. My classes have taken me down asunder. I felt like drowning. But no one could see my struggles nor feel my pain.

"Hi," Macy calls out, blindsiding me from the total fact that she brought her parents home from the boarding house, apparently. No apartment was neither too big nor too small for Macy's pranks.

"Not now, Macerlyn. I am not in the mood to deal with your crazy tactics."

"I only wanted to apologize about the altercation the other day. I assure you that I did not mean it. it was the last thing I wanted to happen. Truly, sister."

"Gross. Do not call me sister, ever. You and I have no connections whatsoever, and most importantly, not be blood."

"You've always been so harsh to me. I know your father did not like me at the beginning. And your mother have been real gracious to me and my actual blood sisters. But please, I only want to live in peace."

I don't blame her for not wanting to do anything that may endanger it more. When it rains, she has trouble moving it. I was upset that she would not be joining me for the audition, but I also didn't want her to be hurt. One of my favorite individuals is her.

Beatrice, as usual, passed out five minutes into the movie.

I didn't want to wake her up when she slept on my arm since she appeared so peaceful. I kissed her on the cheek, closed my eyes, and listened intently to her breathing. This is how I'd like to spend every night if I could. I'm completely afraid. I haven't felt this terrified since I stood like an i***t in the middle of the school gymnasium, holding a huge ass placard, imploring Beatrice to accompany me to prom. That was bad, but it's nothing compared to what's going to take place. The apartment is scattered with candles. I'm crossing my fingers that those who set the building on fire do not actually do it. Burn it down if everything goes smoothly. If it catches fire, set it ablaze. Perhaps I'm mad. But, hey, that's life. Harley was also one of the people that helped me set up the place. We got a bunch of carnations and strewn them about the house.