Sadie, Someday...

Chapter 4 - The Hurdle of Misunderstandings

Chapter 4
The Hurdle of Misunderstandings

A/N - Picture on the side is of Mason! Also, a special thank you to Stephanie (xTheGirlNextDoor) for creating the beautiful cover :)

“Well, fuck, what am I supposed to be impressed? You're just another set of bones to lay to rest. I guess it's time to say goodnight. Hope you had a really good time. I will soon forget the color of your eyes, and you'll forget mine.” ~ I’m Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket – Pierce The Veil

At home later that night, I was wrapping the bandage around my still bleeding wrist. Unsuccessfully, I twirled it and twirled it around my wrist but to no avail. It wouldn’t stick to my arm or it became tangled up and too tight. The process in itself was frustrating considering I was the one who had done this to myself.

I caused this mess and now it was my turn to make it right.

My phone rang, startling me out of my frustrations, and I jumped in my spot on the carpet. The tone bounced from wall to wall in shrill vibrations, and I jumped from the floor to pick it up, hoping it was Caden saying he was on his way tonight. I needed something to get my mind off the memories and Tally Forrester. But when my hands landed on the phone and my eyes scanned the screen, the name in bold letters made my heart sink into the depths of my stomach.

Whenever he called it was like this. The chills would race down my spine and my heart felt like it wasn’t lying in my chest any longer. My hand shook as my brain racked for the right thing to do. I needed someone to speak to, something to distract me from the voices that seemed to turn up the volume tonight. Normally I didn’t answer his calls because it hurt too much to hear his voice and I would be reminded that he was thousands of miles away from me. But tonight…tonight I just needed to take in his voice.

“Hello,” I breathed, putting the phone to my ear gently just as the last rang broke out.

“Sadie! Sades, Jesus, you haven’t answered me in so long. I was expecting another voicemail again,” Mason said, his voice filled with the type of excitement and happiness that I ached for.

“I know. I’ve been…busy,” I lied, feeling the guilt sink deep within me.

I hated nothing more than lying to Mason. My older brother, the star athlete and second braniac of the family, he was the only one who cared enough to catch a glimpse of what was happening to me. Before Mason left, he had his eye on me from the moment he noticed my features started to weaken and I decided to dress in clothes meant for winter during the spring. He tried so hard to get me to open up, but no matter how much he dug into the problems beneath the surface, I couldn’t bring myself to let him down. If he knew what I was doing to myself, that I was going crazy in my own eyes, he wouldn’t be able to look at me the same way again.

My parents always kept on eye on Isla and Mason from day one. While my parents watched Mason, Isla watched him and I watched them both. Never once did the attention come my way, because I was too big of a failure to recognize at the family dinner table. But Mason had a sense to dig deep within when it came to everyone around him, which I believed was the reason he was so popular in high school. He had a way with people where they felt the sense of comfort whenever he was around.

He was gifted in caring.

“Cade told me about that. I hear your grades are starting to pick back up again?” he asked, his voice filled with pure attention and curiosity. No one ever spoke to me that way, with such genuine care in what I was about to say.