Trust Me

Chapter 15:

I stared at him as he walked down the street and made a turn. Curse words filled the atmosphere as I paced around my front yard.




My mom still hasn't come out yet, so that probably means we weren't yelling that loud.




I didn't even punch Evan that hard. He was just being dramatic.




I kicked a couple rocks that were in my grass, onto the street.




I swiftly pulled out my phone, hovering my fingers overtop of the keyboard.




After numerous attempts of texts, I eventually gave up and chucked my phone into the dirt of my moms garden.




BROOKE'S POV




After checking my phone for about the billionth time, I finally gave up and turned it off.




Constantly checking it wouldn't do me any good, considering he was supposedly cheating on me.




I threw my phone across my room, safely landing onto a beanbag. Sighing, I pulled my hair up into a pony tail and wiped off the remaining makeup on my face.




It was a waste to put on all the makeup,just for me to cry it all away. Then again, who knew that I was gonna cry at almost 10 in the morning? I don't usually plan doing that.




I made my way back down stairs and into the kitchen to go and grab breakfast.




I felt like I hadn't eaten in days. Probably because I've been in my room for the majority of time.




I poured myself some cereal and milk into a big bowl. The Fruity Pebbles created an assortment of colors in the almost fully white bowl.




I balanced all the food in my two hands as I walked onto the back porch and sat down.




The morning breeze was nice. Unlike those of a regular windy eve, it was calming and blew every few minutes.




I had never had alone time. I'd always be with Tony, my friends, or my family. It was rare for me to be alone.




Although, I didn't enjoy being alone. I would over think and over analyze things. I'd end up bringing myself down and feeling even worse about myself.




"Good morning, Hun." My mom smiled as she walked onto the porch to join me.




"Morning." I replied, snapping myself out of my thoughts.




"Are you okay now? Still angry?" She asked softly.




"No." I responded, shaking my head.




A smile appeared on her lips.




"Have you told your friends?"