Blind to my Love

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The Next Day...

Riley POV

"Hello?" I answered my phone.

"Riley?"

It was my ex boyfriend, Dylan.

"What do you want?" I asked, mad that he called me.

"You know how I left a bunch of stuff at your house?"

"Not really. You only left a few videogames and movies. That's it."

"Well I expect you to find everything that's mine and give it back to me by tomorrow morning when I come to your house at noon."

"You expect me to find everything by then and have it all ready for you by noon?"

"Yup."

"You're out of your mind."

"You know, I could just call the police and say you stole it all."

"Dylan, come on. What's your problem?"

"My problem is, I'm missing all my stuff! You better have it all ready for me by noon tomorrow."

"Wait, I can't."

"Why not?"

"I'm working tomorrow. I won't be home."

"Riley, all I'm saying is that you better have my stuff ready for me by noon tomorrow. I really don't care if you're there or not."

"So can I just leave it in a box outside?"

"You'd risk someone stealing it?"

"Dylan, what do you expect me to do?"

"I don't care what you do as long as I get all my stuff back."

Dylan hung up before I could say anything else. He was so ridiculous! I didn't know what I was supposed to do now. He just made me so mad!

I started crying, just thinking about Dylan. I was angry. Angry because I was stupid enough to go out with him in the first place. Angry because I let him make me mad.

So I spent most of the day in my room. I didn't want to see anyone or talk to anyone. I just wanted to be alone, but that was probably a bad idea because all I thought about was Dylan.

I reluctantly grabbed a box from the basement, and gathered up all of his stuff. He had left 4 videogames, 2 movies, a shirt, a swimsuit, and a sweatshirt here. I put everything in the box, and set the box on the floor near the end of my bed.

Later that night...

Riley POV

"Hey Riley?" My uncle called through the door.

"Yeah?" I answered, wiping the tears off of my face.

"Your dad said I could take the boat out. Do you want to come?"

"No."

My door opened, my uncle walked in, and sat down on my bed.

"Riley, please let me take you out on the boat. I want to talk to you."

"Why?"

"You're not ok."

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not. You've been crying all day."

"I have not!"

"Riley."

"Ok, maybe I have."

"Come on. We'll be on the lake. Nobody else will be there. We'll be alone. You can talk to me about what's been going on."