182 days since i’ve last held her

1092 days since I asked her to be my girlfriend

She was the light of my light. The light in what i thought would be never ending darkness. I knew from a young age things would be different for me. When i went to the shops with my mam, people would stare and make comments. Whispering under their breath. My mam pretended to ignore it, for my sake, but I saw how it affected her. When I started school, people avoided me, the teachers treated me differently and the head teacher was a dick.

And when I started BCS school, I knew it would be the same. And it’s all because of my last name, because of my da.

Holland

The name was tainted, so I believed I was too. I only had two friends, Kieran and Declan. They found me eating my lunch in the toilets on the first day and declared we were best friends. And they are still putting up with my shit.

And then, I met her.

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She was all bright smiles and lip gloss and she refused to leave my side, from the first week at BCS. I had tried to scare her off, told her the horror of my life, but she just battered her lashes and shrugged, like it was nothing. Like we wouldn’t get stares everywhere we go.

And in third year, I finally plucked up the courage to ask her to be my girlfriend, and she looked at me, dead in the eyes and said

‘I thought we were already together’

And just like that, my life was spun on its head. It was perfect when I was with her. She didn’t let me stay in my head when I was in a bad mood, she talked loudly when we were out, proudly held my hand around the shops and ignored any comment that people would throw at me wherever we went.

Until, it all went shit. Shane has been released from prison and he was back in my life. He immediately went back to dealing and being a shitty father. And then he found about her and almost beat me to death, saying she’s a distraction, a distraction from letting him turn me into him. Never would I be like him, I knew it from the moment I saw the old women in the shop when I was 5 pull her child away from me and my mam, I would be nothing like Shane. I hate him.

When she found out what Shane had done to me, she was more angrier than me, but I knew it was to mask the worry she felt for me. And I tried to end it with her, big mistake I know, to let her go from me. Told her she deserved better than me. And, no joke, she looked at me like I shot her dog and refused to leave me, and it only made me love her more.

But the pressure was too much. Shane breathing down my neck every day, the teachers giving me looks in class like I was about to snort a line from the table, people in shops stepping wide to get around me. And I lost it, and I fell into dealing. Like father, like son, I guess.

I had just done a deal, only had a bag on me, was going to smoke it myself, until a Garai saw me and recognised who I was. He searched me and found the bag, I told him it was for personal use, so I shouldn’t have been arrested, but because Shane was my dad, I was booked. And i’d spent the last 6 months in juvie.

I was finally released today, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I needed to hold her, needed to feel her skin against mine, feel her lips on mine again, hold her in my arms. Sure she visited me, no matter how many times I told her she didn’t belong in there, visiting me in the shitty run down prison, but she didn’t listen. Which shouldn’t have surprised me.

My head snaps up when I hear the car on the gravel and I recognised her car. The car rolled to a stop and she climbed out and my heart burst out of my chest.

God, I had missed her.