A Righteous Love

Chapter Fifteen - It's Good To Be The Peacemaker

Chapter Fifteen - "It's Good To Be The Peacemaker"

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My bed had become my favorite place on the planet.

Seeing as it'd been almost a week since my blow up with Chase, I hadn't done anything too exciting. I hadn't done anything at all, really.

I didn't talked to Ashley or Brooke since Saturday when I left, and they'd been calling and texting me nonstop. They tried to come over multiple times, but I'd make Melissa answer the door and say that I didn't want to see anyone. She was pretty persuasive when it came to things like that.

I hadn't stepped outside the house. I hardly ever left my room unless it was to eat or shower. Hence why my bed was my favorite place now.

It was Friday morning, and I emerged out of my bed and trudged down the stairs to get breakfast. The house was quiet as the sun peeked through all the windows, and I sighed when I walked into the empty kitchen.

I wondered what it would be like to have my whole family here for breakfast. It'd been awhile since that happened.

Opening up the fridge, I took out some orange juice and poured myself a glass when Melissa walked in and took a seat at the table.

"Hi," her quiet voice spoke.

"Hi."

"How are you?" She asked cautiously.

I say with caution because it seemed that my mood swings had become worse as this heart-broken feeling wore in. Even the littlest things had been setting me off and driving me crazy, or causing me to break down and cry. There was no in-between.

"Tired. Upset. Angry," I mumbled, sitting down at the table with her with a huff. "Not any different from the past week."

"It'll get better," she reached out and put her hand over mine. "It always does. You of all people should know that."

"Yeah," I smiled lightly, looking up at her.

"Wow, a smile. That's what I like to see," she grinned.

"I know, Mel. I'm sorry I've been such a... I don't know. Sad bitch lately," I chuckled at myself.

I didn't dare use the other word for sad, the other word that people use so loosely that it barely has any meaning anymore. The one that ruined my life two summers ago. I didn't use it because I wasn't that girl anymore. I wouldn't go there again.

"It's okay," she brushed it off, leaning back in her chair. "You deserve to be. First, you cry and you're angry and upset, then you cope. You grow from it and move on."

"You're scaring me with how smart you're becoming," I smirked.

"It's a gift," she shrugged with a smile. We both laughed as she stood up and walked over to the fridge. "I'm gonna make waffles, want some?"

"Sure," I nodded, dreaming of the sweet taste of homemade waffles. It was always good to have Melissa around because she could actually cook really well. It was like she took the place of the cooking parent and I was the child.

The doorbell rang and made me jump. My eyes darted to the clock and I saw that it was just before 10 o'clock.

"Who could that be?" I asked, getting up from the table. Melissa shrugged as she got out the things to make waffles, so I crept to the front door and looked outside the window.

Well, it definitely wasn't Ashley or Brooke.

But I wished it was.

My shoulders slumped as I hesitantly pulled on the handle and swung open the door. I didn't even know why I opened it – but something made my hand reach forward and do it before I could stop.