COVER MADE BY @frecklsluv
I never fell out of love, I fell so hard I couldn't get out.
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Aspen Michaels, newfound model for Scar Serenity's, is making her mark on the shiny streets of LA. She was living perfectly with her be...
I FORGOT TO POST IT THIS MORNING BEFORE I WENT TO SCHOOL I WAS SO TIRED
24 weeks pregnant (6 months)
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"I'm fine, babe. You don't have to stay on the phone with me all the way to work." I told Dalton, laughing as I turned the corner.
"Yes, I do. Plus, I miss you three." He said, fake pouting as I just rolled my eyes.
"I just left the house. While you were there." I sarcastically replied, stopping at a red light and looking down at my phone.
"How long until you get there?" He asked, sitting up in the bed.
"I'm around the corner." I shrugged, pressing on the gas as the light turned green, not taking my eyes off the road and my surroundings.
"I'm gonna bring you some food for lunch when I come by there later." He told me, making me nod while I kept driving down the street.
Scarlet had scheduled for me to have the company photoshoot first before Dalton and I had our private one. Also, he was tired as hell because I couldn't sleep last night so he stayed up with me.
If I'm being honest, I really didn't want to drive today. But I gave my driver two weeks off and Dalton was half asleep when I left as we both woke up from a nap.
After what happened my senior year, I hated the thought of being behind a wheel. It brought me back to my accident and I hated how it made me feel.
I started seeing a therapist a little after I started physical training and she's the one who recommended I get a driver. I haven't got my car replaced and I don't intend to.
Even getting the same model car scared me because of what happened.
Yes, I found out that it wasn't an accident. I found out that someone was following me, fucking stalking me, and intending to hit me and land me in the hospital. Or worse.
And that someone was Dalton's psycho ex.
I never went to go see her in the mental hospital and I don't intend to. I don't need closure and I think it's fucking stupid. Why should I open back up old wounds to make myself feel better?
Nothing would make me feel better about what happened. I had to change around my life for months and I felt like shit the entire time.
But today felt different. And I decided—while sleepy and not thinking much of it—to drive myself to work today. I was hella scared and I felt my hands shaking as I sat behind the wheel.
I had been sitting outside for a while before Dalton finally facetimed me and asked if I had left yet. I told him no and what was going on and he talked me through it.
Eventually, I got enough courage to back out the driveway and to go from there. He was talking me through everything and helping me out even if he offered to come out and drive me multiple times.
