Free Falling [Discontinued]

Chapter Fifteen || Addison

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The longest (16 pages on word), hardest (emotions man), but funnest (for various reasons) chapter I have written to date. Shout out to Halsey and her music for helping me push through this chapter. (Seriously, go listen to her new album Badlands. It is amazing! Also, shout out to my best friend and amazing co-writer. Thank you for being so patient and for not beating me up when I would send you little snippets of the chapter. I love you! ...Also, just a little fun fact: I've been working on this chapter for nearly a month....So enjoy!

Currently listening to: Drive by Halsey (Seriously go listen to her.)

xx Cassie.

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Chapter Fifteen || Addison

When I left Lexington Hills, my father wasn't exactly very supportive. I vividly remember our last encounter. He stood at the front door of the house I had grown up in, bottle of liquor in hand as he yelled at the top of his lungs that I wouldn't make it in LA. That if I left then, I would never be welcomed back into his home. He screamed at the top of his lungs that I was an 'ungrateful little bitch', that I didn't think of anybody else but myself. Yet, even after his harsh words, I still thought about him daily.

My first twelve months living in Los Angeles, I tried calling him but he would never answer. After the first year I gave up, but every now and then I'd find myself staring at my phone, chewing on my lip as I debated whether or not to call him.

And even after two and a half years, I still find myself wanting to call him despite our past.

I stare at my phone, my father's number taunting me as my thumb hovers over the green call button. I've been staring at my phone for the last few minutes, wondering if I should even bother. Heaving a sigh, I lock my phone and toss it aside, shaking my head as I push myself up from my bed and exit my bedroom.

What was the point in calling him? He made it perfectly clear he didn't want to hear from me.

Walking out of my bedroom and past the staircase, I head towards Lyla's bedroom on the opposite side of the house. She's lying on her back with her silver laptop on her chest when I stroll in.

Her bedroom is plain but it has a certain feel to it. It's her. Her walls are white, and as soon as you enter her bedroom a queen sized bed is pushed against the wall. Nightstands sit on either side of her bed, and a decorative ladder with picture frames of her and her brother Sebastian, her and I, and her and Connor rest against the wall by the window that faces the side and back of the house that lets the morning light in. A crème colored dresser with a large mirror is pushed against the opposite wall, and a scented Apple Cinnamon candle is lit.

Lazily, she tilts her head to the side and looks back to her laptop when she sees it's just me. I walk around her bed and lay beside her, hugging a pink square pillow to my chest. She's on Tumblr scrolling through her dashboard still in her pajamas that consist of black shorts and a Star Wars T-Shirt. She scrolls down the page, rebloging and hearting every other picture she comes across. We lay there for about twenty minutes before she finally grows tired of scrolling through her dashboard.

"We should get going," I tell her. "The mall is going to open soon."

My best friend nods and sits up pushing thick strands of her hair behind her ear, "Yeah, okay, let me just shower."

I nod and jump off her bed, "Well, hurry up, I don't want to get stuck in traffic."

I exit her bedroom and walk down the hall back towards my bedroom to change. I head straight towards my closet and pull out of a pair of ripped blue jean shorts and a loose stripped grey and black shirt. The weather lately has been unbearable, the heat so strong, most AC's around LA have broken down according to the news channel.