Maybe One Day

22: Giving In and Letting Go

*IM BACK! Haha hope you enjoy this new chapter, and I also changed the ending of my last chapter because I really didn't like it. So if you want to read the last few paragraphs, go for it, it does kind of affect this chapter. Anyway, here's chapter 22!*

"Olivia!" my mom calls from the front door. "Eli's here!"

"I'm busy!" I call back.

"Olivia, you can't leave your friend waiting on the doorstep!" she yells back.

"Well then he should have told me he was coming so I could make sure I wasn't busy!" I sigh as I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

My mom hesitates, then I hear her say something to Eli before closing the door. I look out my window and see him glance up at me, and I quickly turn away.

I tightly clutch my pillow. What am I doing?I'm letting a really great guy walk away. And why? Because I'm starting to develop feelings for him?

Stop it Olivia. Feelings are bad. Feelings get you hurt. What did you learn from this summer? Stop putting faith in people that appear to be good, because inevitably they will let you down. It's human nature. There will be other guys. You're doing the right thing by letting this one go before you even get him.

Before I even get him? Why would I do that? Why shouldn't I give him a chance? He's never given me any reason not to trust him. I'm being completely unreasonable.

Except that your not. Every person has their flaws. And so far everyone you've cared about have hurt you in some way, intentionally or accidently. Enough is enough. Stop letting yourself love people so easily. No. More. Relationships.

"Olivia?" my mom interrupts my thoughts as she enters my room. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine mom, just tired."

"Are you sure? Is there something I can-"

"I'm fine mom, can you leave me alone?" I ask urgently.

She lets out a frustrated breath of air and says, "next time you ask for any help from me, the answer is no. And since you're in this awful mood of yours, I don't feel the need to take you out to dinner tonight. The rest of us will be home around 9."

I bite my knuckles in frustration until they turn white. I then turn and scream into my pillow. A year ago, hell, a month ago, it was so easy for me to love someone. And yet now here I am, pushing away the only person that ever stuck by my side, because I'm scared I might fall in love with him. Is that fair to him?

I hear my door open and I quickly throw my pillow toward it. "MOM CAN YOU LEAVE ME ALONE-"

"Hey girl," Abbe says quietly from the doorway, pillow clutched in her hand.

I look at her for a minute, at her small features, her long, blonde hair, and bright green eyes, and suddenly realize that it wasn't the people I love that push me away - I push them away. How many times in the last month had Abbe called me and I didn't bother to call her back? She came over many times, and I sent her away, just like I did Eli, because I was too wrapped up in my pity party. She lives two houses away, it would have been so easy to let her help me, and yet I pushed her aside, like I did everyone else. After I was hurt by enough people, I just assumed the rest would do the same. What about Luke? What did Luke ever do to me? When's the last time I talked to him? And what about Parker and Mae, and Riley for that matter? I've been complaining about the people that hurt me rather than turn to the people that didn't.

And so, for the hundredth time, I break down into tears, and this time it was my childhood friend, two years younger than me, that showed me I wasn't alone.