Finding Jess

Chapter 43 - I thought you were my *flavour*

The train ride was about an hour and a half, but I slept most of the way.

I must say that it was hard, but also reward full to sleep. I think I deserved it since I literally had to run for my life.

As soon as I purchased my ticket I saw none other than Mr. Styles. He was on the platform waiting for the train to Denver.

It was strange. The looks we exchanged. Then I of course ran. I was running for my train... but he followed.
Turns out I hopped in just on time, because I was the second last person in.

The last being some old guy that I wanted to throw with a brick, because he breathed through his mouth like so horror movie creepy phone caller or Darth Vader. Thankfully.

Not for the breathing part. Thankfully intended for the "Harry didn't make it on the train part."

It was about 3-4pm by the time I got to Birmingham.

I decided to drop by at Mikky's for a few before I stopped at Brad's place.

Strange though. I banged on all the doors and windows and nobody seemed to be home.

I even called a few times, but the only voice I got was mail.

When I looked down at my phone I noticed something at my feet. A note.

It read.

Hey mom.
Just went out to get a bite of something yummy or sweet since we had nothing at home.
Won't be out late.
-Mikky
Xoxoxo

Never mind that. I mean I could use a walk around. My backpack isn't that heavy. And after all, this is home. I could use some catching up.

So I visited a few bookstores and even went for some frozen yogurt.

I know. Frozen yogurt in winter. Crazy.

After 2 hours I realised that I never really used to walk around here or spend time out and frankly I wasn't getting the hang of it.
It was clear to me that I never visited anyone and my life was pretty sad since I saw a librarian in the bookstore and she asked me how I was doing. Sounds okay right?

No.

She started asking if I got vaginal pains too and how many times a month to shave, because one of her three boyfriends prefer head.

Before I puked I was able to say I just got my period and had to leave.
She was nice enough to excuse me and even give me a tampon. Surprisingly it was the kind teenagers use. Okay I take that back. Disgustingly.

But still. I wasn't just going to turn down a free tampon.

By the time I checked my phone it was 6:32pm. The clouds closed in and I suspected rain. It was getting a bit dark too, so I headed to Brad's house.

It seemed so much better to just surprise him than text him.

Okay I'm still waiting for some guy in a suit or Ryan Seacrest to jump out of a bush and hand me a girlfriend of the century award.

Okay. No?

Fine. At least nominate me though.

As I walked up to Brad's front door I tucked my flyaways behind my ears and put aside how zombie-ish I looked.

I gave the door a good knock-a-rooney and waited patiently.

No one came.

Ugh is no one ever home?

But still. The lights were on unlike Mikky's place with looked like a blackout.

Maybe they couldn't hear me. Maybe he was in his room or something.

I tried coming up with reasonable explanations for why I was stranded outside in the dark. Alone.

I peered over to the side of the house and noticed that the curtains were open. From my angle I couldn't tell if the widow was open or not though.

Being the mature person I am. I walked over the bushes and flowers in front of the window and started trampling them enough for me to get though and stand in front of the awfully high window. All of this so that they wouldn't swallow me in.

I even found a plank and put it over the greens to give me a bit of height.

Sorry Mrs. Simpson. Squished plants are in this season?

Sound convincing?

Ugh. Doubt she'd know it was me. Lets pretend that I was never here.

I was finally in front of the window and had a clear view of the living room.

Suddenly the guilt that flooded my veins for crushing plants had disappeared and I wished that I burnt the plants too.

My throat burned and my eyes began to water. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I rubbed my eyes and blinked away the tears in hope that I was just dreaming, but when I removed my hands nothing had changed. I was still stuck in the horrible fate that was reality.

I felt completely and utterly humiliated. I felt so stupid and foolish. Gullible little girl. I thought.

How could I have been so stupid. How didn't I see this coming. I knew it was to good to be true. He was too good to be true.

I could feel the water trailing down my cheeks, somehow even wetting my lips. I sniffled pulled an awful crying face in comparison to a gag.

It wasn't that far off though, because I felt sick and my stomach was in knots. Not the good kind. It was like all the butterflies had died. Still inside me.

I wiped my tears.

Forgetting that I was still staring. I never blinked once. I couldn't.

Then.

Shit.

He saw me.

I was looking at Brad. My boyfriend.

And he had Mikky. My best friend. On his lap.

He tore away from their 'apparently unbreakable' kiss.

He spotted me. And was now looking me with a look of shock and anxiety plastered on his disgusting face.

He looked me dead in the eyes. In the puffy red, wet, dull eyes.

Hey everybody!

Hows life?

Seriously though.... tell me. I miss my friends...

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Brit.