From Grief We grew (Only On Wattpad)

Chapter 5 Teagan

I'm a little shocked to see my dad home when I walk in. He interrogates me with a bunch of questions about Hayden, adding fuel to the already burning fire in me.

   "Dad, I'm pretty sure he's busy. Call and ask him if you don't trust me. I'm going to my room," I say hoping to end the conversation.

   I take one step but my dad is not done yet, "No one can be that busy that they can't spend a little time with their friends."

   Friends.

   The word stings and makes me nostalgic. It's been a year since I had any.

   "We aren't friends, " I tell him.

   We were friends, not besties but surely good friends back then but once Hayden died I let that title slip between us and I wish for it to stay that way.

   "Yes, you are! You can't keep pushing him away Teagan and be all alone."

   "I'm not alone! I have mum and you," I defend.

   "You need friends, honey," he says.

   "I have friends, " the lie comes out before I can think.

   "Oh really? In college?"

   "Uhm yeah." Shit, I'm doomed.

   "What's their names?" Here we go.

   "It's uhm one.." I trail off looking around, "it's a guy," I say looking at a quote by Elvis Presley that's hanging on the wall.

   "What's his name?"

   "Uhm Elvis," I reply.

   "Really?" I nod.

   He stares at me like he's tryna find out if I'm lying or not. I play it cool and smile at him. Then he nods and smiles.

   "Well, I'm glad you made a friend. You should bring him over for lunch this weekend." Oh no.

   "I think he's busy," I continue lying.

   "C'mon, I'm sure he'll love to come over. We would love to see him. I can't wait! It's your first friend after-" he stops mid-sentence as I cringe already knowing what he's gonna say.

   "I'm mean- honey I didn't-" I cut him off saying, "It's fine. I'm going for a shower. Bye, Dad." And walk away.

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   "Teagan!"

   "Teagan!"

   I look around the darkroom trying to find the voice.

   "Teagan!!"

   "Zayden? Zayden, is that you?"

   "Teagan help!" The voice screams.

   I start running in the dark and I end up tripping over something. I fall on my face and groan.

   "Teagan!"

   I lift my head and see a dim light. I notice a figure sitting on the floor. I hoist myself up with my hands and run to him.

   "Zayden!"

   He holds out his hand for me and then falls. I kneel beside him and blood starts oozing from his head making me cringe at the sight. I pull him on my lap and hold him in my arms as I sob and cry.

   "What happened?"

   "Zayden!" I exclaim.

   I wake up in one mass of sweat and tears. My body trembles still not fully recovered from the nightmare. I stare blankly at the wall and concentrate on my breathing just like my psychiatrist said. Once my body feels less tense I get out of bed and look at the time. I have one more hour. I grab my sketchbook and walk up to the window. I open it and climb outside. I sit on the roof and start drawing. I just let my hands do their thing without dwelling much on what to draw. I end up drawing Zayden, which is not a surprise. Zayden and I are sitting on this same roof with my head resting on his shoulders.