Falling

Chapter 1 -Libby

                                                                                           The Past

         I sighed as I went over to my closet. Reaching up as high on my toes as possible. I grabbed the memory box at the very top shelf of my closet and pulled it out. My parents had bought me a big plastic tub at the end of 1st grade and told me it was to be my memory box. I took all my work, projects, pictures, ticket stubs, anything I wanted out of my room but wasn't quite ready to throw away, and whatever else I could probably think of and put it in the tub. The rule was once it's in the box it can't come out. The other two rules were no looking through the box and at the end of summer next year before I left for college I get one chance to look at it and chunk what no longers matters before starting the process back over at college. That's why I am throwing my ex-boyfriends presents, memories, and my favorite sweatshirt of his into this box. Bentley broke up with me two days ago on our third aniversary. I should have seen it coming, the damn fool didn't even remember it was our aniversary. Bentley told me he wanted to see someone else and that he just didn't love me anymore. I honestly couldn't stop the eye roll when he told me. 

     As I put the lid back onto the box hoping that this year will start looking up my mom walked into my room.

 "Did you put everything in the box or did you give some things back to the pygmy?" my mom asked in her southern drawl. I laughed, my mom was not Bentley's number one fan right now. 

 "I gave him back pretty much all of his clothes and his grandmother's necklace, everything else is in the box now. I kept the sweatshirt. I'm hoping by this time next year I won't feel like it's his anymore and I can wear it again." I was determined not to let this hurt me. My mom came over and gave me one of her hugs. I always felt safe and invincible in her arms. 

   She kissed me on top of my head. "sweetie one day he will only be a faded memory, you will have so much more in life than a shitty little brat who can't keep it in his pants." She gave me on more big squeeze before letting go. I gave her nod with tears in my eyes and she walked out.

   I'm not stupid I know Bentley probably has been cheating on me for probably the last year. I never had the proof though. Even though we had been together for 3 years, we never had sex. He had tried to pressure me a few times and there was even a time we didn't talk for two weeks because of it. I just always thought he got over it and we moved on each time. I wanted the love story my parents had. They met in middle school and had been togther since. Both of my parents still seem to have so much love and fun in their marriage it's so amazing to watch. I knew that's what I wanted in my relationships. When Bentley and I first started dating it was good. I think It was around the time he turned 16 it started sucking. Bentley thought because he had a car he was such a badass, and that he could do whatever he wanted. I did not think that was the case, so it made him mad. I wish I could say I'm glad we arent togther any more, but I can't. That's three years of time wasted.

"Libby time to eat!" my dad yelled from the kitchen. 

    I sauntered down the hallway into our bright yellow kitchen. We lived in a small town in Georgia. A town so small if you blinked twice you would miss it. There was just over 3000 people in town so everybody knows everybody and unfortunately that means everybody knows your business. My family lived on the poorer side of the town. Not that we were broke but no big old southern mansions, our dryer didn't always work and we pretty much had no cell service. On the other side is where Bentley lived. His family was from new money so they had a huge estate. Honestly it's kind of gaudy. It doesn't really fit into the aestic of the rest of the houses. Our little kitchen is my favorite place in the house besides my bedroom. So many happy and fun times happened here.