Me, just a 16-year-old a normal girl. I'm living with my older brother Tyrone. I met someone name Louis and I think I'm in love


8. Heart is broken and healed again?

Tabby's POV

Louis just called me a faggot. What did I do that made him super enraged? I asked myself the questions. When Ty heard me raising my voice and eventually screaming, he came over. He found out that I was called a faggot and I became really upset. Ty used foul language over the phone (which I never heard him do before) and called Louis out. I don't think that I can forgive Louis any time soon. I sighed in depression and looked out the window. Then there was a knock on the door. 'Who could that be?' I wondered. I opened the door and it was DJ. "Hey Tabby." He waves. "Hey DJ." I sniffled a bit. "You okay?" He asked. "No and I'll never be." "Is it Louis?" I gave him a shocked look. "How did you know?'' "Ty kinda told me when we were on the phone." "Dude, it's all or nothing." I started laughing. "Okay, he told me. Happy now?" He asked. "Yeah, with that but not everything else." I went to the backyard. "Hey wait up Tabby!" He hollered. I walked quickly until I got to my secret place. I wrote in my journal furiously. Here's the entry:

March 21

Hello, I'm writing in you again. I'm not in love anymore. Louis just called me a faggot (same guy who was the counter guy) and I was feeling hurt real badly. I knew what faggot means. Ty stood up for me by calling Louis a motherf***er. He hangs up and hugs me really tight. Tyrone is my only family member of the usual family (mother, father, sister, brother etc). Our parents died in some plane crash 8 months ago. We're still not healed emotionally. Physically yes. Why? Ever since their death, I was literally frozen of shock. For two weeks, I never went to school because I would breakdown every 30 minutes. Fortunately for Ty and I, he knows a lot about financing and stuff like that. After that experience, we moved into a cheaper apartment, where it's $600 a month. Ty's in college and wants to be a paramedic someday. I want to be a doctor. For his full time job, he works as an assistance manager, in a hotel not far from here (about 15 minutes away). I needed a life now. Mace didn't call and I had no idea what she's doing at this time. Well, that's all I have to say for the time being.

I closed my journal and went out of my hiding spot. "Peek-a-boo!" DJ screamed. I screamed from fear. "What the hell DJ? You scared the living daylights outta me." "Sorry." He shrugs as if his shrugging would do the whole apology. "Anyway, what were you doing back there?" He asked with a grin. "Writing in my journal." "Why can't you do it like any other person would do it?" "I don't need some damn random people looking through my stuff.'' I replied. "That's for me to know personal details DJ, so don't get your hopes up." I warned him. "Whatever." We became awkwardly quiet. All of the sudden, he grabbed me and kissed me. I couldn't describe it. It was fascinating and full of sparks...


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