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Chapter 1 "You don't know me," Bryce said, looking at me furiously. "You don't know what I've been through and what I've done." "You don't have to be like that," I said, but he didn't listen to anyone. "You don't know anything," he snorted, turning his back on me. I don't understand one thing - why he should act like an ass every time we talk. He acts as if he picked me up from the street. He should be grateful for everything his father did for him and his failed mother. I still can't believe it happened. This wedding… and these people… I have to live with them until I die! While we were on the couch watching TV and waiting for the married couple to come home from the long walk, Bryce suddenly changed the program. I looked at it askance because it followed the most interesting part of the movie we were watching (me to be exact), and when I looked at the TV, I snorted. - Seriously? - I frowned. - There are a bunch of girls lining up. Won't you choose one of them and do these things with it? - with my peripheral vision I saw how they changed their position and kissed with their tongue… Il! I felt awkward as soon as I said the last sentence. The one who has never had a boyfriend before teaches the one who is a playboy at school? It's so ridiculous! "Aren't you going to shut your mouth?" You're just blabbering on, 'he complained. “You are so disgusting!” I exclaimed. He didn't say another word and focused on the situation. Without even struggling to pick up the remote, I jumped to my feet and went to my room. If you're wondering what exactly we talked about a while ago, I'd like to tell you that you don't care, but I know you want to know. So…

Bryce is an idiot and annoys smart girls. On the other hand, all the bitches in his school admire him and without hesitation let him stuff them in their panties. It is so humiliating for the whole school to know that you live with this person under one roof and for his performances to be no less humiliating. I want him to change, but as I said from the beginning, he doesn't listen to anyone and no matter how much advice you give him, he doesn't take it seriously or he doesn't listen to what is said to him at all. As far as I understand, his father left him when he was three, while his mother wandered the streets for a dollar to put in her cleavage. It is normal for it to be out of control. Bryce thinks I don't know him and I don't know what he went through. Well, he himself has failed in life and no one is to blame for that. Bryce is never guilty. Well, this will be his last. There was a rumble on the stairs and it occurred to me, that Dad and Madeline (his girlfriend) have finally returned. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Finally! I know this will be Dad, because he always comes to check on me if I'm okay. I opened the door, but instead of seeing Dad, I saw something I would never want to see. “Bryce!” I shouted, trying to cover my eyes with my hand. His naked, muscular, sculpted body was sparsely covered with a white bath towel. “Where's the shampoo?” He asked casually, ignoring my reaction. “Are you crazy?” I asked without answering his question. - No, but I'm freezing and I'm in a hurry to take a bath. I was standing in the doorway with my eyes wide open, and I still couldn't believe what I was seeing in front of me. My heart, for some reason, was pounding and I could barely swallow, and he stood calmly in front of me, without shame. “Well?”

He insisted. and I shook off the strange thoughts. I took a deep breath and exhaled it with full force. - I do not know. I pulled away from the door and started to close it, but he stopped me, dissatisfied with my answer. - How come you do not know? I need! There seemed to be a hint of irritation in his voice. "Look for him somewhere else." It's not in me… I don't even use such a shampoo. He snorted and looked at me skeptically. "Not that you've ever used it," he said, and I narrowed my eyes at him. Bryce is two years older than me, but if we had to compare the intellect of one with the intellect of the other, I would win. He doesn't even behave like an older half-brother. He thinks he's my age and constantly allows himself to come into my room whenever he wants, to do whatever he wants, and to annoy me as he wants. It's so annoying and sexy at the same time, that I don't know what will come out in the end. Oh, and before you think about it, I don't like it and I never would! He is a disgusting adulterer who does not value love, space and respect. It's been a long time since Dad and his girlfriend came home. He never came to see me, and only muffled conversations accompanied by muffled laughter came to me with the chilling pain of a rejected family member. Even if I pretended not to care, I actually realized that he had changed drastically after the wedding and all this nonsense. It was as if she had become a new person, but without a soul. He completely forgot about me, but I am used to the heavy disappointments that leave deep scars on my heart. For example, the incident with mom. She was so drawn to life, that she decided to run away with her best drug friends and become a dealer in one of the small towns where the police or people dangerous to her were rare. She wasn't ready for a serious life, and she and Dad hadn't been very happy lately. For each other, they did what they could and the best solution for them was to separate, ignoring what they left behind - the catastrophic consequences.

Another example I could give with my best friend. We were inseparable, like the other best friends, but it was different with us. It was as if we were twins and understood each other to such an extent that we could live the same life and the others not understand who she was. The days spent in long and long laughter did not seem to end until the day she found other friends. , with which he began to do such work, which I didn't even expect to think about. But… everything and everyone changes and long expectations turn into long disappointments… This is my life in general. Expectations after disappointment, expectations after disappointment and finally… again expectations after disappointment. But no one is to blame for me being naive and I believe in anyone who wants to "help" me. Either way, everyone is looking to fuck you and in the end they don't care about your feelings. That's what they do to me. They do the same with others. I see them. They are everywhere. In the corridors. In class. Out of school. On the benches in the park. On the phone. I feel lost somewhere in space and all I need now is fitness, but I don't have the strength to get out of bed, let alone do anything. I feel weird. I've never felt this way before, but the overwhelming feeling overwhelms me more and more, like possession. Where are the ones I need now? Where is my father? Where is my best friend? Where is my ex-boyfriend who found a better present? Where are the hugs and kisses that showered me every day at the school entrance? Where am I? What am I doing in this world? What is mine? ”“ Gracie? ”I heard a voice I knew from the hallway. He was a father. I was relieved. I was so glad to see him that I sighed as I threw myself into his arms. I thought he had forgotten me. Believe me, I would not have experienced it. "Daddy," I whispered in his ear and hugged him closer to me. "Did something happen, darling?" He stepped back slowly and looked at me worriedly. "You look scared." I shook my head. "It's all right," I said more quietly than before. It was as if I had lost my voice. - Glad to hear it. Are you coming to dinner? I nodded. Evening was my favorite part of the day, as we gather the whole family, we say the prayer and rush to the most delicious food I have ever eaten. Dad didn't cook very well, even though he tried, but Madeleine cooked uniquely. I had the feeling that no one could replace her…

Or maybe she would if… No, that won't happen! Stupid Grace! Stop hiding hopes for something that is impossible to happen! Bryce wasn't at the table with us this time. I heard that he had gone out on a date with a girl and did not want to be late. Anyway, I felt more comfortable when he wasn't with us, because I'm used to being the only child in the house. It was as if having an older stepbrother was somehow perverse to me. All those movies and books where "brothers and sisters" fall in love with each other and then have family dramas have gone so deep into my mind, that I'm already ashamed to look Bryce in the eye. It's not who knows what to live under one roof with him, but every time he is around, tense situations with a lot of tension like the one before happen. Sometimes I have the feeling that he is coming on purpose and telling me complete nonsense to become one of his pieces, but this will never, but never happen. Remember my word. He may think that as we are from separate families, without a single blood that binds us and can easily seduce me, he is very wrong. And when he doesn't get what he wants, he becomes cheeky, seductive and much sexier than before. Yes, he's definitely one of the bad guys and wants everything for himself, but I'm not part of his "everything." “So, how was school today?”

Madeline asked suddenly as she rummaged in her spaghetti plate. My favorite food! "As usual," I said casually. “Did you do the math class?” Dad asked, looking at me. The tense silence was killing me inwardly and I wanted to scream. "Yes," I lied. In fact, I can't do math. I can do other subjects, but this math is trying to shorten my life. I feel guilty for not telling him the truth. What happened today was more than bad. When the lady handed out the sheets and we started working on the assignments, I got angry, burst into tears and ran away from class with a bang. Then I felt terrible because of my action, but I showed no weakness. Even my classmates weren't particularly surprised by my apparently surprising act, and yet I didn't do this whole show for them. I just couldn't stand my nerves. An hour later, the lady found me and gave me two choices. Either my absence is written to me or the couple writes to me and I chose the obvious. I chose the assessment because if I was absent I would have to deal with explaining what happened, and Dad would be terribly disappointed. Not that it won't be after he finds out about the couple, but it happened. There is no going back. Even if I had stayed in class, I would still have a couple. That's life… - Excuse me. "I have to go," I said, putting the chair in its place. "Madeline, it was very tasty." She nodded and smiled at me. Dad didn't say anything. He stood speechless, as if something inside cared for him. I went upstairs and locked myself in my room. I was unusually hot, and it was as if the lie was burning inside me, making me tell the truth. But I can't afford to tell him that. At least he wouldn't talk to me for a week. I took a chair, I climbed on top of it and picked up the fluffy pink diary, which I kept secretly in a box above the closet. I had to tell someone, be it on a piece of paper in a children's diary. So, I started writing, “Dear diary, I'm pretty sure I slapped things now, but honestly I don't care. I'm tired of everyone and everything and I'm just waiting for the right moment for me to stop existing and to stop tormenting myself every day of God. I was in the toilets listening to the muffled noise of the next room. They drove time. I also had to drive for an hour, but I didn't drive…

I didn't drive because I was angry because I would have a couple. I didn't drive because I ran away. So what? I do not care! The only time to run away from class and not care! Fuck all! Fuck everyone! I just had to hide from the headmistress, nothing more. This witch… But I'm not afraid. Even if I'm labeled a bad girl, I don't care. Let the class say what they want. I didn't die for a couple. Not yet… I can't imagine what would happen if I told Dad about it. He will certainly be disappointed, but it is better to admit that I know nothing than to copy from the notebook, like my other classmates. I don't care about that, and I won't remember this incident for years to come. And for those who think I will remember it, well, at least it will be over and nothing will interfere with my life. I wanted to leave, but where could I go? In that cold wind outside or in front of that fucking office where the teachers go? No way. I didn't stop snoring, which annoyed me badly, but I didn't have a damn handkerchief to wipe my damn nose! Damn it! Damn everything and everyone! I hate my life… Well, dear diary, the rest of the day went like a trance, and even the music couldn't calm the hormones raging in my body. There were only a few lessons left, one of which was English. It was so boring that I could feel a lot of me dying at that hour. I don't want to have friends because friendship is a fucking piece of junk that doesn't promise anything good over time. And your friends are not with you when you need them the most… That's it. Friendship! ”There was a sudden knock on the door. Who is it now? Can't I stay alone in my room for a moment, without anyone bothering me? “Grace?” I heard Dad's hoarse voice. And my heart started beating hard in my chest, and my eyes almost popped out of their orbits. I was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Should I open it or go to sleep? Nonsense! How will you fall asleep in two minutes? I looked at my watch and it turned out to be ten o'clock. And how long will it take me to decide whether to open? One? Two? More than two? "Gracie!" Dad insisted, already obviously annoyed. "Open the door!" I inhaled loudly and exhaled slowly. "What's up, Dad?" I was thinking of going to bed already, - I said through the door. - We need to talk. This sentence, which contains only three words, can make you commit suicide. And especially if you know you did something. ”“ Is it okay tomorrow? ”I said in a trembling voice that I tried to hide. - No. I expected him to say something else, but nothing else came out of his mouth, so I decided to open the door and act as if nothing had happened. “Well?” I said first. "You just had to tell me." He looked at me worriedly. "I couldn't." I looked away from him. "We'll do something about it, and it won't bother you anymore." I sighed sadly and finally dared to look him in the eye. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier." I thought you wouldn't understand me and… - No problem. Your rooms will no longer be next to each other. And so as not to bother you anymore, your room will be downstairs and his will stay here. I barely understood what he told me after No Problem. I was so confused that even if I tried to make some connections between what I was thinking and what he was telling me, I still couldn't figure out what he meant. “Dad, what are you talking about?” I looked at him, puzzled. "For you and Bryce." I heard he was bothering you. - I do not understand. "Madeline thinks you're uncomfortable in the company of a young man like Bryce, who at this age is especially shy about girls your age." I started to feel sick from the conversation we were having. And why should Madeline think such things? Yes, Bryce loves being surrounded by girls and fucking them, but he and I have nothing in common.

Even if it looked like that, I would never, ever get into his bed. Never! This is perverted! "Daddy," I began. "There's no problem between Bryce and me." "Then what are you sorry you didn't tell me earlier?" I've already screwed up the collar here and I can't see the end of it. But what else could I do right now but lie again? Oh, I feel so guilty. ”“ Well, ”I stammered. Damn it! ”“ I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the party I was going to today. - Party? At eleven o'clock at night? Grace ... - I know, I know. I will not go. I just wanted to tell you that there is a party което that I will not go to. Dad laughed, and so did I. It was as if the air had thickened so much that we both began to cough after a long hysterical laugh. "All right, sunshine." Good night! ”He said, still out of breath with laughter, and kissed me on the forehead. "Easy, Dad," I said, then sighed with relief as I closed the door. I lay down on the bed again, closed the diary, and left it in its hiding place. When my eyes slowly began to close and the light blue light on my laptop slowly began to blink, I fell into a long and restless sleep.