Young Love Lost

Chapter Nine

In the past couple of days I hadn’t heard a word from Lucas, and I had been told that I had to stay home and make up my work from school. I wouldn’t be going to summer school, my mom refused it. She said it’d look bad on my transcript for college next year…but I kept thinking. And you know how thinking’s a dangerous thing, right?

Well I kept thinking that…what if I don’t want to go to college? What if I’m stuck here, dwelling on my past? I flash back to what Lucas has said and think of how everyone seems to be trying to move on, well, the best they can. I must be a failure then, a glitch in the system.

I glance at my Mickey Mouse clock on my bedroom dresser. I can only see the sun shining its happy light at me, and I groan. I want to just fall asleep forever and never see anyone at all. But I also know it’s time for my private session with Cline and I’ll have to do some ‘emotion-digging’ or whatever to keep him satisfied.

I jumped out of bed, and wobbled a bit. My knees felt weak, and my head was pounding. I wonder if Riley even knew I could die at any moment. It didn’t comfort me to know that my best friend-correction-my ex-best friend had no clue. He may have been a killer, but he had a right to know.

I rushed to the bathroom staring at my dark hair and oddly coloured eyes. My face didn’t look the same-it was…darker, like I had become this damned soul or something. I shook the stupid thoughts away and shook my hair out, putting it into one braid down my back.

It was so sunny out I decided jeans would never do, not like how I did with Ben a couple days ago. I ran to my room, slipped on some bongo shorts, a grey tank top and rushed out of my room. I knew I was going to be late for Cline, but whatever.

Once I got downstairs I yelled to my mom, “Cline.”

She only grunted and continued knitting in her seat.

It had been the first time in weeks since I’d get to drive my beat up Cadillac. Sure, it was old, but it was my baby and I loved it. So many memories…

I shook it off and tried to remember what Lucas said. He said I couldn’t just avoid places Calvin had been, so I mean I had to get in my Cadillac, Polly. Yeah, her name’s Polly. Calvin named it because one time he found a Polly Pocket in the glove compartment and made fun of me. I told him to shut up, and he just laughed his little butt off. He said he had to name the car Polly now. And, it stuck.

“Hey, Polls. We’re going to Cline.”

I jumped into my rusty old car and started the ignition praying it still had gas. To my amazement it was a full tank, but I tried to gulp down the tears when I noticed the empty passenger seat. I rubbed it a little with the faint memory of him laughing, and turning up the music to an All Time Low song.

I sighed and I was on my way to Cline. It was only a ten minute drive so it was easy to get there and when I did, I was a good fifteen minutes late. I saw the therapist tapping his foot outside his office looking for me when I parked. I mentally rolled my eyes. Come one, I was only a little late.

I walked over to him giving him a bright, but fake smile to plaster on my face.

“Sup?” I say popping my ‘p’.

He just slants his eyes and doesn’t say a thing. This was going to be harder than I thought.

“Sorry,” I mumbled embarrassed.

I’m not much for questioning authority or doing anything out of line, so I felt kind of guilty for that one. But anyways, I just walk right into his office and sit the hell down on a couch. In the corner of my eye I see Oliver walking and gape at him. First of all, why is he here?