Independence

TW: Language

When I woke up, everything was white. I can't open my eyes completely. It hurts.

I forced myself to open my eyes, but I was shocked. There are people in front of me. A grandma and a grandpa are sitting on the couch.

I was so shocked that I sat down and bumped my head on the headboard.

"Ouch!" I yelled out of pain.

Grandma and Grandpa burst into laughter. I don't know them. My only family is my father and Auntie Fleur.

"What happened?" Someone shouted at the person under my bed. I looked down and saw Atlas.

"Ahhhh!" We both yelled

"What?! Why did you scream in my face, dummy? " Mr. Short-tempered asked

"What happened? Who are they? And why are you here? " I asked and he looked like he was very irritated

"Well, there is this girl who is pretty dumb and crazy who didn't jump out of the window when I asked her to. She closed the window in my face. " He says angrily.

But what happened to his arm?

"How did you get that?" I asked while pointing at his arm bruises.

"Well, I'm a hero," he smirked, "because I called the cops and I saw that she collapsed so I brought her here." He said proudly.

"Wait, no! I don't have all the money for this! " I shouted and I removed the dextrose.

He hugged me and calmed me down.

"It's okay, your aunt paid for it," he calmly says while patting my back.

The door opened and I saw Auntie Fleur. I burst into tears when she started walking near me.

"I told you to get out of that house. Oh my god!" She says this while her tears are escaping from her eyes.

"How is he?" I asked and she laughed.

"You're suffering here because of your father and yet you still think of him." We both laugh.

Auntie Fleur knows how much I love father no matter how many bruises or blood I lost.

"I know you will hate me for this, but I sent him to jail. I can't stand it anymore. before slapping Now he tried to murder you? " She furiously said

"It's okay Auntie Fleur, I can't stand it anymore either," I said, and Atlas clapped.

"Finally! After shutting that window in my face, You learned something. " I looked at him and at Grandpa and Grandma.

"Oh, these are my grandmother and grandfather." He points at them. I greeted them and we all sat on the couch.

"So how did you and Sunny meet?" Auntie asked.

"We're schoolmates, and we've been good friends since yesterday." He laughed. His grandma teased him, "She's the first girl you introduced to us" and we all looked at him.

"G-grandma, that's not true," he blushed.

I felt something in my stomach. Again, I'm not very sure what it is. But it may not be a good sign.

"Where would you live now?" Grandpa asked

"In our house," I replied.

"Sunny" I could see sadness in Aunties' eyes. "You can live with me," she suggested.

"No, please auntie, I want to be independent." I want to live on my own. Where I find peace and comfort.

"Okay, but please be extra careful and don't starve yourself," I nod.

"Don't worry, auntie, I'll check up on her." Atlas says that makes us all shocked.

We stared at him. Me, my auntie, grandma, and grandpa. We all stared at him.

"What?" He broke the silence and we all laughed. He's very confused.

Auntie poked me and said, "Sun, let's talk it out." I nod and follow her out.

"Do you like him?" She asked

I was so flustered that it made me choke.

"I see, you do like him," she smiled at me. I didn't even answer.

I replied, "I don't, and I don't know what that means exactly."

"It means you always think about him. You always feel butterflies in your stomach. It is something weird in your stomach when he does something that you like. When he's with you, you feel like everything is complete and you won't need anything else. Someone you care about and someone you are willing to make a sacrifice for It means you are in love with them, "she answered.

It was what I felt. I felt like I was ready to sacrifice myself when he was outside when my father attacked me. I felt sad when I saw his black eye. I felt her so-called "butterfly in your stomach" when he pats my head, hugs me and comforts me.

Do I like him?

No, we just met yesterday.

"No, that's nonsense," I said as I walked away.

I go back to my room. Shaking, I can't like him. I can't afford the time to like someone. I need to do everything to be successful.

I'm starving for success. I want to be an entrepreneur. I can't let any hindrance get in my way.

It may sound pathetic. But I need a man.

"Sun" Atlas called me, but I won't answer

I need to think. I don't like him. I don't want to like him

"Sun," he said again, shaking my hand.

"What?" I calmly asked without looking at him.

"Are you okay?" Do you want anything? Foods? " He asked

"No, I'm good," I answered.

"Then why aren't you looking at me?" was the tone of his voice. It changed

It was sad and lonely. But why?

I looked at him into his deep blue eyes. Face to face, we are so close that I can feel his breath on my skin.

"I do, look at you," I said, and we locked gazes for several minutes.It felt so good, like a dream. like-

everything was complete. Just by looking at his eyes, I felt very happy. I felt butterflies, I felt scared and I felt a spark.

Someone knocked on the table beside us. We were both stunned. It was his grandparents. They smirked at us

I got back my sense, but I kinda wish I didn't. because I realized it was too late.

I like him...