To the Beach

Chapter 43

🌺Aubrey 🌺

I saw Callie run out the back door to follow Cascade.

    I felt a tear run down my cheek, i took a deep breath trying to let no more tears fall.

   I heard my phone ring, I looked and saw it was Jessie, I answered the phone to a high pitched voice that I will recognize anywhere " hi "

I walked up the stairs with my phone in my hand and started talking to Jessie.

" hey Jessie how is everything in Michigan " I asked knowing my voice sounded depressed and of sorrow.

" hey what's wrong are you okay do you need a hug from me through the phone do you need me to FaceTime you because I can do that just tell me " I could hear her worried voice from the phone.

Jessie was always the type to worry about everything even when you didn't want her to worry, but she would anyway. That's why she is a great friend she will care if you were hurt or torn or just not really feeling the best at that time , she would always find a way to make your worst day be one of the best. That is what a best friend should be someone to help you up from your darkest time even if you don't want them too. Which did mean I'm not a good friend to Callie or Cascade.

I thought about it till I thought of something that never hit me before. Cascade never stopped talking to Hayden never even thought of not talking to him she still had contact with him told him were I would be when I told her I never wanted to see him again.

It was at that moment I realized that Cascade didn't even care if what I said when I never wanted to see him or want him in my life, she was the one who had him around she was the one that made things between Hayden and I worse then it already was.

So why should I be crying and saying sorry to Cascade especially, when she was the one that kept the hate for Hayden grow and crawl all over me for the hate of Hayden when half of it should have been Cascade.

" hello are you alive hello Aubrey?" I heard Jessie say through the phone.

" hey I got to go " I told her and hung up the phone.

I ran to my drawer and changed into a light blue shirt that matched my ocean blue eyes , and put on tan jean shorts and light blue vans and brushed my hair in to a neat bun.

I ran down stairs and out the back door. I know now that I'm not the only bad and not good sister there is one more in the club.