Every Thing You Never Had

2: It Won't Happen Again

Life is not a problem to be fixed, but a reality to be solved.

~ Soren Kierkegaard
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I wake up to a heavy weight pressing against me, noticing that Braelynn has rolled on top of me and is smothering me. I gently push her off and walk over to the bathroom.

I turn on the shower and step into the hot steamy water. I think of the guy I saw previously at the party last night. Who was he? I'm quickly knocked out of my daydream when Braelynn steps into the shower beside me. I continue to bathe myself and let Brae shampoo my hair.

"So are you going to tell me who the guy was who had your attention all night?" She asked bluntly.

I sigh and explain to her that I didn't know who he was and that I just got lost in the moment. His mesmerizing eyes play in my mind as I think about the way he licked his lips and watched me as I danced.

I finish up my shower and step out leaving Brae inside. As I dry off and brush my hair. I put my hair up and brush my teeth. I do a light natural makeup look and grab some of my sweatpants and a tight cropped tank top from the drawer that Braelynn has designated just for me.

When I finish up getting ready I check my phone and notice 37 missed calls and 7 messages from Chris.

"Where are you?!"
"Get home now."
"Do you not see me calling you?"
"Don't make me come looking for you."
"Aaron told me he saw you at a party?!"
"Elora, get home now."
"Don't make me tell you again."

I quickly gather my belongings, kiss Brae goodbye and rush out the door. I got into my car. I checked the time to notice it was already 10am. "Shit." I spat to myself. I rushed home and pulled into the parking garage.

I ran to the elevator quickly, rushing to get home. Walking up the stairs leading me to the door of my apartment. I slowly open the door, seeing Chris sitting on the couch already waiting for me.

Before I could say anything he jumps up and starts yelling about how he saw pictures of me dancing like a stripper and dressed like a whore.

"I-" before I could even get a word out I felt a harsh sting to my face. I lift my hand to my cheek and stand there in complete shock. Tears slowly begin to stream down my face.

"LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!" Chris roared, causing me to jump.

After He finally finished screaming at me he stormed out of the apartment taking my keys with him so that I was unable to leave. All I could do was cry. I called my best friend to tell her what was going on. In less than ten minutes she was here comforting me.

"I can't believe that asshole actually put his hands on you. When I see him I'm beating his bitch ass." Brae hissed.

"It's fine he didn't mean it. It was my fault for not letting him know where I was." I murmured.

"No. You didn't do anything, you don't have to let him know your every move." Brae voiced.

"Yeah," I sniffed "but I should have at least told him I was going and staying over last night." I muttered.