But You Promised Forever

Chapter 2

I dig out the iPad from the drawer and pull up Netflix. I watch Netflix when I'm bored just like any girl living in the 21st century would. I make myself another cup of tea and start watching glee on the iPad.
"What's up?"
I look up from the iPad and see my mom standing at the bottom of the stairs.
"Not much"
I reply, putting my eyes back on the screen of the iPad. In the corner of my eyes I see her look around the living room and down the hall.
"Wasn't your boyfriend here last night? Is he still upstairs sleeping?"
I take a big gulp of tea and ignore her questions about my boyfriend because honestly I didn't remember shit from last night.
"Okay then?.."
She makes her way back up the stairs and walks out of my sight.
"What did happen last night?"
I ask myself. I unlock my phone and text my boyfriend

Okay wtf happened last night?!! You aren't here!

I hit send and go back to watching my show as I patiently wait for a reply. About 45 minutes later I get a text back.

oh um yeah. I had to get up early and go to work and I didn't want to wake you up..

Work? He never works on Sunday's. That's like his only day off. I read the text over a couple more times. Work? What the hell is he trying to pull. I pick up my phone and respond

but today is Sunday..you never work on Sunday's. Is everything ok?

He responds almost immediately.

They needed me to come in and fill in for someone. I have to go. I love you baby

I reply

I love you to babycakes❤️

After I watched about 7 episodes of glee I decided to go on a bike ride just so I could think somethings through in peace. I bike all around my neighborhood but I am constantly getting waved at so I can't concentrate on my boyfriend and his weird behavior. When I was younger me and my old best friend made a path that would get us to another neighborhood without having to cross an intersection that was overly busy 24/7. I find the tree we marked with red paint and then find the trail. The grass is at my waist and I'm 5'7 so it's pretty fricking high. After I ride for about 7 minutes I see the end of the trail. I decide to go by SugarPlum road and see if I can see anything unusual. I hurry by kids playing outside, realtors showing people houses for sale, people mowing their lawn, adults laughing on their porch, and a couple teenagers that go to a private school due to the fact that they are rich as hell. Eventually I see the sign for where I am wanting to go. I turn the corner with my old blue bike and start riding down the street. As I come across the address written on the paper I threw out a couple hours before I notice a teenage couple sitting on the huge porch. They seemed to be cuddling and kissing each other. As I come closer I see what looked to be my boyfriends hair, same color, same style, same highlights. As I get in front of the house they turn away and I can't till if it was him or not so I continue down the street. The minute I walk in the door I get flooded with questions.

"Where the hell were you?"

I look up and see my older brother standing in the doorway.

"I was on a bike ride. Geez calm down"

He gives me a nasty glare.

"You left and you didn't tell anyone. You had mom worried sick. Especially because of your past-"

"DON'T BRING THAT UP"

I cut him off and just stare at him.

"I-I...sorry"

He looks down.

"Just don't bring it up again? Please?"

I say setting my phone down on the kitchen counter.

"Okay.."

I smile letting him know that I'm not mad anymore. I walk around the counter and hug him. He hugs back surprisingly. His grip is unusually tight. His grip is only like that when he is sad.

"You okay?"

He sighs and doesn't say anything.

"Are you okay?!"

I raise my voice so he knows that I'm serious.

"yeah.."

"your lying"

"okay maybe I am but I don't feel like spilling my guts out to anyone. Especially my sister"

I step away from him. I guess I was offended by what he just said. He looks at me and then runs his hands through his hair.

"Sorry..I need to go"

I put my hand on his shoulder.

"You sound like your gonna cry. What's wrong?"

He takes my hand off of his shoulder and runs upstairs. It was unusual for him to sound like he was gonna cry but if you try to help him when he is like that he will get all pissy. I decide to follow him up the stairs. I knock on his door.

"Can I come in?"

I wait a couple of seconds then I hear a sniffle.

"No"

He replies with a tone.

"Why not"

"I don't want to talk to anyone. Now leave me alone."

"You sound like your crying. Let me in"

I get no reply. I step away from the door, walk into my room and fall asleep on my bed.