We meet at Dawn

Chapter twenty-three. Dawn

Finally. Im cancer free and bald. I have my last scan today, then I'll be able to go home, full time. Sam has made room for me in her apartment, knowing that I would rather die than live at mom and dads'. Don't get me wrong, they would be caring. But way too caring.

I put on some sweatpants and a hoodie as the doctor takes me to get an MRI. And the news I have been waiting for, good news. It's gone. Fully
gone. Of course I still have to come back for regular check ups, but still. I am finally Healthy, now all I need is a nice wig and a glass- who am I kidding? A bottle of wine.

I head back to my room and pack the last of my belongings and texting Sam, telling her I am ready to leave this shit hole. As I make my way to the exit I bump into someone and start to apologize amediently. ''I'm so sorry sir'' I say to the man who spilled a little of his coffee over him. ''It's not a problem.'' That voice sounds so familiar. I shake the thought away and as I step to the right, so dose he. We do the same thing about 3 times until the man grabs me by my shoulders and turns me around. ''D-Dawn?''
My blood freezes as I look up to see Ashers piercing green eyes. I feel paralyzed. My muscles freeze and my mind goes blank. I push him away and hurry out, hurry away from the
Embarrassment I feel. Fuck you, Asher Grey.

''You did what? Are you stupid?''

''What would I say? Hey nice to see you again, how you've been?''

''Well, yes? You know that he still likes you.''

''Like me? As if. He was pretty pleased when I left for D.C''

Sam gave me an annoyed look. ''No, he never stopped talking about it. However, there is something you should know Dawn.''

''Whatever it is, I don't care. Now can we please stop talking about him and help me order a wig?" Sam pointed at everything that screamed ''this is a wig'' and I did not like it at all. She wanted me to have blond hair, or neon pink. But I just wanted an auburn curly wig, that looked like my own hair. I was looking at sites all afternoon and nothing. The red once I found was either to red or too long. And right when I was at the edge of
giving up, I found the prefect wig. It was the right color, the right length. I found my new hair.

3 days of delivery, meaning I'll be in hiding until it arrives. 3 days of being bald, I can do that. Right?

''I can't do this Sam!''

''Come on, I'm sure it'll arrive, it's day 3 and only 12am.''

''I'm telling you; it should've already been here!''

Panic, pure fucking panic. Day 3, and I'm still bald. I should've known the delivery was going to take more than 3 days, how stupid can I be? Then right when I thought I would lose my shit the door knocked and trust me when I say I've never ran as fast as I have then now. And my, oh my, my wig was finally here. Sam helped me put it on,
and when I looked in the mirror I barley recognized myself. Tears started streaming down my checks, and all I could think of was how shitty things turned out. How shitty life got, right when I was finally starting to enjoy it. Every. Fucking. Time. Am I not designed to be happy?
After all, who am I to think my luck would have changed by now? I have always been unlucky, so why did I think it would change now?

I wiped my tears on the sleeve of my shirt and put on my best smile, I may not be lucky. But
I'm here, and I'm cancer free. And also free of Ben, he ended up getting 15 years in prison. Turns out that he had assaulted and raped 7 women, including his ex-wife.

Sure, he could get out after roughly 9 years, but that's still better than having him roam around the streets hurting ever more women.
I still have air in my lungs, and a friend who loves me dearly. ''Let's go out clubbing tonight.'' I shout to Sam who's busy in her room.