Kyla's POV

Take a break.

Three words that have ruined my life. I used to think three simple words was the best thing in the world. Now three simple words have cut down everything that makes my life worth living.

The kicker is I knew this was coming. I don't blame Holly from wanting to distance herself from the drama surrounding me at the moment, it's not fair for her to see the person you love being associated with someone else, especially when you won't be seen in public with them. A selfish part of me wants to continue on as we are though, keep putting her through the pain so I can have her for myself.

I knew as soon as I found out that Holly wasn't in work that this talk was coming. When she didn't answer my text's, I knew it wasn't going to be good. I could have gone home after work, pretend that everything is still normal, but I couldn't live with the unknown.

Swallowing the lump in my throat and fighting back the tears. "Is there no way we can work this out together? I don't want to lose you."

"I don't want to lose you either but I think this will be the best for the both of us."

"I love you." I plead.

"I know, Cariad. Look at it this way, with the extra time you have, you can put it into your campaign without worrying about my reaction to Derek." She sooths, moving to sit along side me, rubbing her hand across my shoulders. Cariad, the welsh word for love. How can she tell me she loves me then tell me it's okay to be seen with someone else?

"I don't want to be seen with Derek." I whisper.

"But you want to be prom queen." She states, I want to tell her no but she knows it is what I've wanted since I was little and first saw my mom's prom queen photo. Seeing her in a pretty dress with a crown awoke the princess dream in me. "See. You need to try this. I can't get in your way."

It doesn't look like anything I say is going to change her mind. I can't believe I'm accepting this. Building up the courage I finally look at her. "How long?" please give me some hope for us.

She gives me a small watery smile. "I don't know."

That breaks me.

We both fall into a hug, a one filled with goodbyes. My throat is on fire where I'm trying to hold the tears at bay. I swallow a few times but can't get any words out. When we break away all I can do is nod, before I run out the house. I don't even say goodbye to her parents I just sprint to my car.

I manage to make it home without any tears falling, but a quick look in the mirror shows that I'm not looking so hot right now. My hands shake as I lock the car and let myself into my house. The only plan of action I have right now is to fall into bed and not move from there.

Unfortunately, mother has other ideas.

"Kyla. Finally. I was expecting you home from that rubbish tip you work at ages ago. I have some amazing news. I have it on good authority that a certain young man is planning a big promposal for you. Isn't that amazing. Everyone can see you and Derek together, you'll have this crown in the bag."

I'm going to be sick.

I can't deal with this now. Can she not see how broken I am? My heart feels like it's in a million tiny pieces and she's talking about a prom date I don't even want.

"I'm not feeling so good. Excuse me."

I don't wait for her reply before booking it to my room. With the door locked behind me, I crawl under the covers of my bed fully clothed and finally let the tears loose.

I lay on my side curled up in the fetal position. The pillow cold and damp under my cheek with all the tears shed. I cry for the end of my first real relationship, I cry for the loss of the person that helped me find the real me. Mostly I cry for myself, because I don't know how to live without Holly anymore.

She's the best thing that ever happened to me and I've always kept her hidden, like she's a dirty secret. I never bring her around my house we always go around hers. Why didn't I ever admit to being friends with her?

I know why, because I don't want to upset the family life. There was no way that they would allow us to be friends, she doesn't fit with their image. Only stick to the pre-approved friends and by the looks of it partners.

Why am I such a coward?

The most I've rebelled was with my job. Dad wanted me to get a job because it will look good on college applications but mom did not approve when she found out I was working for peanuts in a grocery store. Everyone wanted me to quit, but I liked the job. Plus I was starting to like my new co-worker. Holly's funny and easy-going manner kept me wanting to go back, she made work fun. Even before we realised there was more to our friendship.

And we never told anyone.

I can't even think of anyone that I would feel comfortable enough to tell. My parents are definitely out, I've heard the odd comment from them through the years that gives me the impression that they will not be happy that their daughter is a lesbian. My friends, ha, as if. They buy into the same bull shit that my parents live by. The whole everyone has their place and should stay there. If it wasn't for Holly I probably would be brainwashed by the family ideals. I think a part of me didn't want to believe the world was an us verses them place, that's why I got the job I did. It gave me a real look at life, outside the stuffy parties where everyone is trying to show off how perfect they are. My so-called friends use high school as their practise grounds for their future equally stuffy parties. Making the connections and alliances to help further the careers that their parents have been primping them for.

No, there is no-one I would feel safe to come out to.

Well there's not even anything to tell anymore. Tomorrow I have to face everybody and pretend that I'm not fractured into teeny-tiny pieces. Pretend that life is normal and I'm not affected by some creepy guy touching me and the gossip.

So tonight, I'm not moving from this spot. This bed is my new safe space.

I miss Holly.

A/N : Hey, this is my first time uploading a story, hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoy writing it, please let me know what you think.