Mr.Right

Hit.

It was almost a year ago. Summer was gone and so were my chances of getting tanned. I'd just come back from another failed interview at a company.

Hit.

The living room was dimly-lit but I knew Tony was home as I could see his shoes outside. I craved ice cream at that moment because it was literally the only thing that kept me happy.

Hit.

I heard the bedroom door open behind me as I got the tub of vanilla ice cream from the refrigerator. I don't know why I didn't turn on the lights but, I swear to God, I should've.

Hit. Hit.

I felt someone's presence behind me and knew it was Tony. It wasn't like anyone else lived with us. The only thing I needed to do at that moment was relax and talk to someone but, when I turned around to face him in the dimly-lit room...

Hit. Hit. Hit.

My jaw fell to the ground and so did my ice cream when he-

"That's enough."

Maverick's voice jolts me from my thoughts, and I accidentally let the punchbag swing back and hit me.

I stumble to the ground.

"You really showed that bag who's boss!" He whistles as he examines the already-worn leather. The bag is sagging slightly from my punches. "How did that feel?"

To be honest, it felt good. It was an eye-opener.

I didn't even realize that I was still mad, until now. I thought I'd got over it for the time being... At least until I see Tony and break down again.

I feel alive for the first time in weeks, as though a burden has been lifted from my shoulders. The new emotions bubbling inside me can't be put into words, so I start to chuckle.

And then it turns to full-blown laughter.

"Did you see what I did there?" I bounce up from the floor in excitement. "I went full-on Taekwondo on that thing... I beat that little shit up and buried it under the name of April. I need something more real to pounce on, something more human. I want to rip out someone's guts-"

"Hey, take it easy there, baby tiger." Maverick cuts me off with a chuckle of his own. "You seem fine with being fierce and knocking someone's brain out. So what's really your problem?"

I swipe my hair off my face and put my aching palms on my hips. Some of the excitement inside me dies a little. "I- I don't know. I'm just not good enough. It's not like I can talk to anyone about my problems. Why would they even listen to me?"

I'm trying to control the rapid rising and falling of my chest, but I'm panting so hard that it's impossible.

"What are you talking about?" asks Maverick, frowning slightly. "They have every reason to listen to you."

Do they?

remember being pushed around all my life. Not once did anyone bother to care about how I feel or

pressed in a thin line. Although his eyes are as

same time. We're working on a new aspect." He says suddenly and

He's leaving already?

call after him and, without even

"Your self-esteem."

~~~~~~

had leftover pizza and ketchup

food and all the stores were closed because it's

didn't mind, though. If the stores had been open, I would've had to make breakfast and then, when

my emails when I hear voices outside the

louder until it sounds like an argument. So I do what any other human with nothing

of my

room, their voices would've been audible, but I just want

and the other one's so feminine and tiny that I'm half worried that her voice

mini living room and shift the window blinds open just a little bit.

do you want me to think?" The female voice speaks and I

before at the hospital. She's the one who looked at me like

too. His face is bright red and angry. "Who I have at my house is none of your business. So stop acting like you care and

think I care?" She bursts into hysterical laughter as if mocking him, but then calms down enough to say, "I actually do care about you, you know, and you just

you were 'made' for me, you would never have left in the first place. But thanks for leaving, anyway." His voice drips

glares at him. "This isn't over. I will be back. I won't stop until I

Fuck off my

with anger before she storms in the opposite direction, her red hair swinging

then let out a breath that I didn't know I was

out now,"

caught.

myself later to Google 'How to get out of awkward

the door to see Maverick already sitting on the fourth front step, which is covered in snow. I reluctantly take a seat beside him and bite my

wasn't eavesdropping."

lost in his own thoughts to tell how badly I

Then he speaks.

become a doctor." He glances at my bewildered expression. "Oh, and you can calm down. Stop acting like

He saw

read me bedtime stories and when she thought I was asleep,

six and made up my mind that I wanted to help people like

transfixed, watching him speak.

to watch a birthing video in my senior year

kids. I can still remember the time I freaked out after swallowing