Leaving the Coffee Behind [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Dinner was, to say the least, awkward. Aunt Ally was firing question at Jake quicker than I thought was possible. When she turned to me though, it was clear she was more careful. She avoided anything having to do with sleep, and was overthinking every question.

“How about you and that boy Andrew?” My body went rigid at his name. While Aunt Ally thought that question was okay, it definitely was not.

“We broke up.”

“Sweetie! I am so sorry! Why though, you two looked so happy!” Aunt Ally looked disappointed. She liked Andrew, everybody did. Even I did until I really got to know him.

“It just was not meant to be, Aunt Ally.” My voice was emotionless as I glared at the plate in front of me. Aunt Ally still did not realize Andrew was such a touchy subject though.

“You know, Andrew thinks differently. He says you two are still in love, and also that you are still going out. Or at least that soon enough you will be going out again.” Jake looked confused, and I wanted to pound his face in for what he said.

“See honey, maybe you two can work it out! Young love is such a beautiful thing, and sometimes you can make it last. Just like Tim and I did! It’s always best to give things another shot, you should never just give up on something.” My aunt looked so excited while everyone else was completely ignoring us and focused on eating. Everyone was ignoring us but Jake that is. He looked interested, making me wonder how well he and Andrew knew each other. I had never seen them really hang out, just talk once in a while in the halls.

“No. We are not going out again!”

“Well, you never know what you are missing until it is gone, so maybe you will get back together. I really, really liked that boy!” Still clueless, my aunt carried on until I could not take it any longer.

“No! He is not coming near me ever again. He will not lay a hand on me anymore, nor will we talk. We are through! For good!”  I stood up abruptly, dumped my plate in the sink, and left for my room.

“Breakups are always tough.” I could hear Aunt Ally’s sympathetic voice in my room. I glared at the door, knowing my aunt would never understand what was really going on. Well, she might if I told her, but that was not going to happen. Nobody knew, and nobody ever would.

I pulled out the blue box that I had slapped Jake for touching. Opening it, I skimmed my fingers across the cover of the journal I had inside. I debated opening it up, and decided to. Flipping towards the end, I read what I had written.

‘February eighth: Bruises on stomach. Fell down stairs.’

Right, because I had totally fallen down the stairs. Not. That’s what everyone heard though; I was not going to tell people the truth. Nobody was going to find out what made me the way I am now. How I flinch whenever someone touches me, and start to get a panic attack. How I have trouble sleeping through the night without terrible nightmares, and then have to drink forty times more coffee than anyone should have to the next day. How I never let myself cry, no matter what. How my smile is completely fake, and I have not laughed for real in so long.