Real life

Chapter 29

Tanners POV

I got in my car and shut the door. I was so angry with myself, why the fuck did I just say that, I didn't mean it entirely. I mean honestly i don't know what's going on in my own head.

I have nowhere else to go. I resorted to going back to my parents house. What else was I supposed to do,sleep in my car? I decided to text Ryleigh first just to let her know. She responded by saying. 'I'm so sorry, Mom and Dad are both home so you will have to talk to them'

I don't want to talk to my parents. It'll just show them that they were right and I was wrong and I couldn't keep up a good healthy relationship.

After about an hour and a half drive I finally pulled up to my parents house. I grabbed one of my bags and pushed through and knocked on the door. Here we go. My mom answered the door. I just stood there. "Come here," she said, holding out her arms for me.

A felt a sigh of relief when I fell into her embrace. It felt good knowing that the first few minutes I got there she wouldn't yell at me. But I figured that would come later with my dad. "I'm so glad you are home," she whispered in my ear. "I missed you," I told her.

I walked up the stairs and walked into Leighton's room. Besides texting her I haven't seen her since I left and I feel guilty about it considering it wasn't her who did anything wrong. It was my parents, and partly me. I mean who could blame them.

"Hey dude" said leaning in her doorway. She jumped up off her bed, "Tanner, what are you doing here?"

"Uhh"

"Did something happen"

"Yeah, um I had to move out of Brooklyn's"

"Oh I'm sorry"

"Yeah, I just think it never would have worked out. But anyways, what are you up to?"

"Just doing homework and studying for my test tomorrow" she said pointing to her notebook she had laid down on her bed when I came in.

"Well, it's pretty late. I'm going to go to bed. Don't stay up to late"

"I won't"

"Alright, goodnight" I say and turn around and walk to my room.

I didn't leave that much stuff here but I left a little bit. I don't really feel like doing anything with my stuff tonight so I just layed down on the bed. I took my hat off and sat it on my nightstand. I looked back at it and saw the polaroid photo sticking out of the edge of the inside of the hat. Fuck, I must hate my life to have messed it up so much.

Nope, not tonight. Too soon but when I looked up I saw the stars and then suddenly I am picturing Brooklyn lying in my arms and her looking at the same stars I am.

I woke up with a massive headache and still in my work clothes from last night. I got out of bed and decided to take a shower, maybe that would help me get a clean start to my day.

Oh who am I kidding I know what I will be thinking about her and what I did all day. I always have had this thing where when I do something that isn't right I can't ever stop thinking about it. That is until I convinced myself that it wasn't bad.

What I did was horrible and I can't even believe that I said that to her. The woman I love. I actually said that to her. I stepped out of the bathroom and put on a t-shirt and shorts. I went over and grabbed my hat. I can't take the picture out. It's just something that belongs there.

I walked downstairs to find My mother and father sitting at the kitchen counter. It was 9:00 so Ryleigh and Leighton were already gone to school. I wasn't going to work today because to be honest I needed a mental health day. If it wasn't obvious.

"Well look who it is, the guy who thinks he can come crawling back home to mommy and daddy when something goes wrong" Oh here it comes I knew he couldn't just keep his mouth shut. He had to say something. "Oh Kevin please don't say that" My mother says trying to defend me.

I just ignore them and walk over to the pot of coffee and pour a cup. I sit down on the opposite side of my parents. "So what happened?" My mom says breaking the ice. "We haven't really connected lately with me getting home late and she wasn't happy when I didn't text her when I was stuck in traffic" I said. "So that's it. That's the only reason yall called it off?"my dad says. "Well know we both had a lot of bottled up emotions and we have other things going on that cause a lot of stress, we just both need our time alone"

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MAY:

Every goddamn time I get out of the shower I just have to look in the mirror and see my freaking tattoo. I'm not saying that it wasn't a terrible idea at the time but it was stupid. I'm finally going to go out tonight. It's been 2 months since the breakup and I am tired of getting up, going to work and thinking about her. That is literally all I ever do.

A few of my friends from highschool are throwing a party tonight and they invited me to come so me and one of my old close friends Tyler are going together.

I met Tyler at the person throwing the party's house. "What's up dude it's been years. You look good" he says. "Same, what have you been up to?" I ask him. "You know the usual working in the shop and breaking girls' hearts. You got anyone special"

I shake my head and laugh. "Well I just broke up with someone 2 months ago. It was pretty serious, we lived together" I told him.

"Woah you lived together. That is some serious shit man"

"Whatever, it's over now let's get wasted" I say.

"Do you think I should call her?" I ask Tyler. "What, no why would you do that I thought you were supposed to be over her."
"I am, It's her birthday though"

"How many beers have you had Tanner?"

"I don't know if you keep track of how many you've had. Didn't think so. I'm going to the bathroom"

"Okay don't do it man"

I walk outside to get some fresh air. I go by the pool and sit on one of the patio chairs. It's pretty empty out here because most people are outside. I take my phone out of my pocket and open it. I go to my message and then scroll all the way down to brooklyn and I's texts.

The last thing that we said was I love you. I start typing. I type Happy birthday Brooklyn into my phone. I press send. Oh shit maybe I shouldn't have done that I say when I see the reader come up not even two seconds later. She starts typing a few times but ultimately stops in the end.

Oh it's whatever was the big deal I just said happy birthday on her birthday, I'm being a nice person.

After that I got a new phone and changed my number so that I couldn't be tempted to contact her again.

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Oh Tanner