
I was really in love with her dude. I never thought that she would love me back. It's been 4 years that I gave my heart to her. Kayla would keep it so safe and gave me so much attention. I mean it was a lot of attention. So much that I love it. We been dating for 4 years now and everything is perfect.
Back in elementary we would always send cute notes to each other during class. We always got in trouble by the teacher and would send us to the principal office. Both of our parents would be there and they would look at us with a smile. They weren't mad or anything but they would say the silliest thing like,
"There in love, don't you see? said, Kayla’s mom
We would look at each other and make a gross face. We were kids. We didn’t know what love is so instead we said,
"Eww, that's gross. I will never like Jonah.
Yes what she said!, I will never love her
This went on over and over. Multiples times, sending us to the principal office every single day until one day. We got separated. She moved to another class. I didn't see her at all but during recces. I would run to her because I missed her so much. I mean we were only 9 years old but i liked her as my best friend.
Years went passed, birthdays went on and we entered High School together. It was our freshman year and we finally stared dating. It was scary at first because all this time we didn't date anyone. It was our first relationship. I would get nervous just by looking at her. I would get scared that what if I do something wrong.
She would always tell me everything is going to be okay. And if something is not okay with us that we will fix it until we are on good terms again.
I had a relief inside of me knowing everything will be okay. As days, months went on we were doing good. It’s been 4 years.
Until one day she was acting a bit strange with me. I texted her and she left me on delivered for 3 hours. Well, I was worried on what happened so, I decided to call her. She didn’t answer me back until, the 3 call went in.
She answered with,
“What do you want,
“Well, I wanted to see how you are doing I miss you baby like a lot and you’re not really there with me. And whenever I need you’re not there either. If you’re are busy just tell me.”
“Okay, look I am really busy. So, I’ll text you whenever I can Jonah. Stop being a little baby about iy. You know that not all the time imma be yours. I have a life you know. I’m still here just busy gosh!, exclaimed Kayla
“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m just really worried about you.”
“Don’t be. Okay Jonah. I just have things going on. For right now, leave me alone until I text you back.”
She hung up on me and I was more worried. I mean, I can tell she’s treating me bad but maybe she’s going through something that I didn’t know of. She called me by my name instead of baby or babe so i was concerned.
Does she not love me anymore?
I didn’t text her or call her. I did what she asked me to do. I wasn’t really sure with it so I tried calling her multiple times. She declined every single one of my calls.
She was treating me so bad like I’ve done something bad. I didn’t do anything I tried being there. She pushes me away.
This went on for weeks. Calling her, texting her, not picking up her phone, declining my calls. I decided to go to her house. She lived pretty far from one town to another town. I was willing to go to her house to see what was going on. It was a 2 hour drive until I made it to her house. I knocked on the door multiples times. No one was answering. I tried to see if the door knob was open and it was. I kept calling her name
“Hey Kayla! Are you here”
No one responded back.
I went up to her room and I opened the door. I saw another guy in her bed with her..... I... I don’t know what to do...I Stood there. I felt so stupid.. how could she do this to me.
About the Creator
Liliana Moreno
Throughout the years I had trouble talking about my emotions. I began to write. It was a relief knowing that maybe, just maybe, my stories will help people that is in need.


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