The pants were a too big on me and I had to roll the waist band a few times to keep them up, but they were warm and dry and that was all that mattered.
I made my way back to the living room to look for my phone so I could call my mom, but I realized I left my purse at the party. "Um, Dylan? Can I use your phone? I think I left mine at the party." Dylan glanced up from the book he was reading. "Huh?" "Uh, can I use your phone?" "Bethany? Is that you?" he asked. "Dylan, are you okay?" "What are you doing in my house?" "You brought me here. I was outside in the rain and-" "Get out." "What?" "I can't believe you just walked in here and expected to fix me. I'm not broken. You're just like the rest of them. I haven't even seen you since middle school. I don't want your pity." "Dylan-" "Get out, Bethany." "Wha-" "I said, get out." Dylan stood up and started walking towards me until he was close enough that I could feel his heat. "I'm not broken. No matter what they say. I am not broken." Then he whispered, "Get out now." By then, I was scared senseless so I turned and left his house. Never had I been so confused.
The rain had now turned into a giant thunderstorm with a hard downpour and I was forced to walk the mile back to the party. When I was about 10 yards away from Dylan's house I heard the front door open. I turned to see his mother running towards me with an umbrella in her hand. She opened it and handed it to me. "Thank you," I whispered. "What happened?" I felt my eyes get heavy. Why was I crying? I had no reason to be crying. But I couldn't stop it. Pretty soon, I was bawling. "It's okay," she cooed. "Tell me what happened." "I don't know honestly. He just got angry and told me to leave. He yelled, and... I don't know." "Shh, it's okay. Let me drive you home."
I cried the whole way home.
