~Anxiety~Christian Akridge AKA Christian Leave (fanfict)

Chapter 23

Heeeyyy!! So if you didn't see my authors note, I decided to skip through Kayla's treatment and give a quick summary of it:) So enjoy

2 months later:

Kayla's P.O.V.
I pack up my bag to go home quickly, and go down to the lobby to meet my parents. My 2 month treatment is finally over and I feel better then ever. I am no longer ashamed of how I look or what people think of me. I have made so many supportive friends here that were a major part of my recovery. We all planed to keep in touch and exchange numbers. We all gather in the lobby to meet our parents. Most of the girls wrote to their parents a few time, but I never did. The last time I said a word to my family was when they were leaving. I sit on the couch and wait for my family to show up. Most of my time here was spent thinking about Christian. Before I had left, I told him to move on and find another girl, I wasn't good enough for him. Part of me still wishes he had done that, but the other parts is praying that he has come to pick me up with my family, or is waiting for me at home. Eventually the hospital doors open and in walks my parents and my brothers, no Christian. "Kayla!" Ben was the first to run up to me and give me a huge hug. "Benny!" I hug him tightly back, "I missed you,"
"I missed you too," he says and backs away. Next my mom pulled me into a hug, "Kayla we missed you so much sweetie," she was tearing up, "I missed you too," say. Next my Dad and my brother Ryan also give me hugs and we tell each other how much we missed each other. My mom signed me out of the hospital and signed a few papers and we got into the car. She gave me my phone back so I can listen to music for the car ride home. I blasted all my old favorite music that I haven't listened to in the longest time. When we get home, I was praying Christian would be casually sitting at my kitchen table to surprise me, but he wasn't. Disappointed, I take a shower in my own shower for the first time. It felt great to be back at home. I still can see the scars on my body from cutting myself. It's been 2 months clean for me, and I don't plan on going back any time soon.
I decide to text Christian, my fingers linger over the keyboard, and I don't know what to say. Minutes pass until I decided to give up. Why hasn't he texted me yet? Now, most of me is hoping he hasn't moved on. I decide to go ask Ben to watch a movie with me so we can catch up. We end up watching The Interview. We laughed the entire time and it really reminded me how much I missed my brother. My mom makes us popcorn and I don't feel ashamed when I eat half of the bowl. I was happy, and that's not something I could have experienced if I was dead. When the movie is over, my mom makes a lasagna for dinner. We all laugh over dinner like a normal family. I decide to go to bed early because I missed my bed.
Before I fell asleep I thought to look on Christian's Instagram. I unlock my phone and open the app for the first time in two months. I go to his profile and my heart sinks to the floor. I see a picture of him and a girl posing in a picture the same way him and I posed in our meet and greet picture. Where he picked me up and leaned our foreheads in together so they were touching. But in this picture, there foreheads weren't touching. It was their lips.