One Day

Part 45 - Move

I'm thankful that it is so early in the morning and the roads are pretty much empty as I struggle to drive through the tears that are streaming down my face. I expected him to chase after me or at least call me. The black screen on my phone has yet to light up as I drive to my house. At least I have someplace to go, I think to myself as I try to find something, anything, to be thankful for out of this situation.

The short drive to my house is filled with crying outbursts before I pull myself together only to lose it again. I finally make it into my driveway and shuffle my feet to walk towards the house. I open the backdoor to an eerily quiet house. We had purchased brand new furniture for his house so everything of mine was still intact at my house. I crawl into bed knowing that sleep won't come but hoping I can get a few hours of rest before I have to face the next day and what it may hold.

I think back to my theater class in high school and the day where we all laid on the stage and learned relaxation methods. I giggled at the time of how we all must have looked, sprawled out on the wooden stage in every direction possible, all of our eyes closed listening to our teacher.

"Clear your mind. Completely clear your mind of everything and think about your toes. Do you feel your toes? Don't move them just think about them."

She started at our toes and softly and slowly talked us through thinking about different parts of our body until we reached the hair on our heads. Over half of the class was asleep by the time we finished and I was struggling to stay awake as the bell rang to dismiss us to our next class. We all grudgingly sat up and gathered our things before dragging ourselves out of the theater and into the bustling hallways.

I force myself to go through the exercise as I lay in bed. I make it to my shoulders before sleep finally wins.

The sun is glaring through my bedroom window when I finally open my eyes hours later. I immediately reach for my phone as my heart breaks again when I realize I have no missed calls or texts. It's almost 11:00 and other than my puffy, aching eyes, I almost feel rested.

My mind is going in a hundred different directions and I can't seem to figure out which way to turn. I'm staring at my ceiling when my phone dings and in my rush to get to it quickly, I knock it off my bed. I scramble to grab it and am disappointed when I see a text from Benson instead of Jace.

Benson: Good morning, sunshine!

Me: good morning

Benson: What's wrong?

Me: nothing

I have no plans of telling anyone anything until I figure out what is going on.

Benson: Don't lie to me. I'm on my way over. Have you eaten? Let's go get lunch.

Me: I'm at my house

The fact that he doesn't respond doesn't surprise me. He knows he won't get anything out of me over the phone and I'm not surprised when the back door to my house opens 15 minutes later. Benson walks in holding a bag of food and a large Coke.

"You're not eating in bed," he yells as he walks towards the kitchen.

I slowly get out of bed and make my way down the hall towards the kitchen. He doesn't say a word as I pull out a grilled cheese sandwich and take a drink before sitting down.

We sit in silence as I eat half of the sandwich before pushing it away. He eyes the food and gives me a disapproving look before speaking. "What happened?"

I sit up straight and start explaining what happened but I don't even get three sentences out before I'm a blubbering mess. I somehow manage to finish before he wraps me in a hug.