Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 58

A/N:

This chapter, it killed me guys. I hope you enjoy!

"Well, where do you want go Katherine?" Alice asks me, sitting on my bed while she finishes painting her nails. Her red hair is pulled into a messy bum, and she still manages to look naturally pretty.

I shrug my shoulders, "I don't know. Maybe we can stay in, have a girls night or something. We never hang out just me and you anymore." I tell her honestly. Lately it has just been, well, me. And before that there was, Logan.

I managed to keep up a relationship with Alice of course, but it was always within out little group. We never really spoke about her considering all of the shit I've been through recently. But that's not fair, not one bit.

She shrugs, "Sounds good to me. We haven't binge eaten cookies and snuggled in a while." She laughs, screwing the cap back onto my nail polish, throwing it on the floor.

"Good, now tell me about Hunter. How wad that been?" I groan, getting under the blankets of my bed, Alice grimacing.

"He's such a shithead." She says, laughing only as an afterthought. "Honestly, we haven't said a word in months. And his mother never signed off on the impregnation portion of the law, so we aren't even required to reproduce and-"

"Alice! How could you not tell me that, that's huge." I smile, happy that my best friend doesn't need to become a mother at 17.

She nods, "You've been so busy lately, and he actually just told me. He's such an idiot."

I smile, "That sucks, Al. I mean, at least this way you have no reason to speak."

"Yeah," She begins, grabbing a blanket and laying next to me on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "He's really awful, Katherine. I mean he's rude and mean and a little whiny bitch. I just wish there was some way to end this whole thing, you know?"

I think silently, the prospect of ending this marriage law seeming more and more fantastic as time dragged on.

"I know, Al. I want it to end too." I whisper, my eyes brimming silently with tears.

"Oh, I'm sorry Kathy. I didn't mean to bring him up. You've been doing so good lately and, I'm sorry."

"No, don't be." I say honestly, wiping the tears from my eyes and brushing her off. "He was such a big part of my life. Of course he's going to come up. I'm going to have to deal with it."

"Are you, dealing with it?" She asks after a minute, both of us staring at the ceiling.

I nod silently at first, then speak. "I don't think I'll ever be over him. But functioning, living, maybe someday I can do that." I choke out, pulling the covers around me.

Alice is silent for a bit, clearing her throat before she speaks, "Want me to go grab some cookies from downstairs?" She says in a really serious voice, causing me to laugh.

I laugh out loud, happy that some of the tension seemed to leave the room. "Yeah, that'd be great." I whisper, sending her a smile as she gets up to go downstairs.

As I snuggled further into the blankets, I realized that they barely held his scent anymore. His sweatshirts were starting to lose his scent, and were in desperate need of washing anyway. It was pitiful, maybe, but letting go of whatever I had left was hard for me. But I needed to, it's been weeks.

So I pull his sweatshirt from my body, giving it one last look before throwing it into the hamper and laying back down with a sigh. I breathe deeply, holding back the tears and shutting my eyes close tight, exhaling. I scrunch up the blankets in my hands, trying to release some of the anxiety, the frustration, that comes along whenever I even remotely think about him.