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C H A P T E R T W O

C H A P T E R T W O

F E B R U A R Y 2 9 T H , 2 0 1 6

            It was nearly midnight and here I was laying on my bed, completely restless. Restless because my mind decided to roam through various thoughts as if it were on a scavenger hunt. I tried to sleep several times but that ultimately ended up in failure with me flopping and flipping on my bed thus leading me to just stare at the dark, blank ceiling above me.

How could I be so flustered up with thoughts of Jack after what he did? Every time I even thought about thinking of him, I reprimanded myself.

How could I have been so dense and not realize that all that he spoke was complete bullshit? Yet somehow I couldn't bring myself to dislike him, not one small bit and that's what made it worse.

Silence. All it took was the silence of my room to get me thinking about everything I had been trying to avoid. Everything that I shared with someone I thought loved me, cared for me, someone who wasn't suppose to hurt me the way he was.

Abruptly my phone struck the room of its silence and was now surrounded with the noise of the device, cutting short my cogitation; my hand reaches over and grabs it from the nightstand it rested on. I felt a lump form at my throat. I couldn't believe it first but it was Jack calling, I watched as it continued vibrating, persisting my conscious to answer it despite my hurt.

Don't answer Isabella. Don't answer.

I repeated in my head until it no longer rang, relief washed over me but soon after it began ringing again and without any hesitation I sent him straight to voicemail.

I was not going to answer his calls regardless of his persistence. But that didn't stop him from making further calls. Seeing that I was not going to answer any of his calls, he stops.

Then his named popped on the phone screen.

from jack h :

em why don't you answer any of my calls :(?  ive been in town for the last couple of days and haven't heard anything from you other than that small second glimpse before you completely disappeared, I wanted to know how you were and if we were on good terms; luke lashed out at me yesterday when your name came up in a conversation and i didnt understand why. But I feel like I'm the one at fault and I was wondering if we could possibly meet up and discuss how we left things off

call me once you get this, I'm hoping we can see each other; take care gracie x

"God can you be anymore ignorant?" I voiced out in anger what was meant for him but instead my room had absorbed the question and remained in silence, I shut the phone off and plopped right on my bed again. I'm really going to drive myself insane tonight.

He knows exactly what he did, it's another thing if he doesn't want to admit it.

Finally coming in to terms with what I wanted to do, I pull the covers off my body and walk to my closet to grab some clothes. I knew I had to leave and go somewhere. Somewhere I could take my mind off the situation.

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The big sign read The Night Owl, the only place that I was certain would be open past midnight. I had been so worried that nothing would be open especially at this hour, not including gas stations or fast food restaurants of course.