Coming Home

Chapter 9, Morning After

I wake up with a killer headache. Or is that a stomach ache? I run to the bathroom. Definitely both. I begin to puke. I'm never drinking that much ever again. Oh and Nathan? That's also a really great part of my night. Tell me how he came to where I was staying, kissed me back, lead me to believe we could be a thing and then just makes out with another girl the second I go to my sister. I really don't want to see his face today and it's a good thing I don't. I get up from the toilet to go see where she slept. Wait shes right there in her bed, I don't mind though. After all, we are sisters.

I go downstairs to make some breakfast for us. I find enough stuff to make pancakes and those sound so banging right now.

I'm almost done with the last of the batter when Peyton comes downstairs. "What smells so good?"

"Morning sleepy head." I taunt. "That would be the sweet mixture of pancakes and coffee. I made extra for you. I'm not a morning person and I usually don't eat breakfast but I thought since we slept in really late we could eat breakfast food.  It was the least I could do. Thank you so much for last night. I don't know what would've happened if you weren't there. Things could've gone too far or I could've not found a way home. But anyway, your coffee is on the table and here is your plate."
"Kierston you didn't have to do all of this for me. We are sisters. We look out for each other. You've got my back and I've got yours."
"You're right. But I'm hungry so let's eat."
She laughs. "True."

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After eating and cleaning the dishes at Peyton's I go home to take a shower. I see my phone on the end table where I left it before the party. I click on the power button, expecting to see no notifications because I don't have any friends. (lol jk) Instead, I see 30 text messages and 17 missed calls. All calls from Nathan, most texts from his as well but not all. I see texts like 'call me' 'please' 'we need to talk.' I then decide to listen to some voice mails.
Kierston. We need to talk. Call me. I screwed up. I screwed up so bad. Please, at least let me know you are okay.
Hey .. It's Nathan. We got to talk.
Call me back

Whatever. I'm over it. I go to take a shower. 'I'll just text him when I get out but it's not like he really cares,' I think to myself. I take a very needed long, hot shower. I get out and just put comfy clothes on. It's a Saturday night, but here I am. Being all upset over a guy, feeling super bad about myself, and all I want to do is cry. But I'm not going to let myself. I've been through worse. It just seems like it won't ever get better, there won't ever be a good guy for me. I decide to put my feelings into my music. It always helps.

Kierston Rae's Book of Lyrics
1. Defining Us-
I thought that you could be the one, but to you I was just some fun.
I would swoon at the sound of your voice, and that's why you would purposely make noise.
I can't believe you shot me down.
So hardly, I hit the ground.

*knock knock* ugh. Who is that. I'm not really wanting to talk to anybody. Only person I'm absolutely okay with is Peyton. But I have a feeling it isn't her. Maybe if I don't answer they will go away. That doesn't work. In fact the knocking got louder.
"Kierston... It's Nathan. Are you okay? Open the door. At least unlock it," he says softly, "please."
I groan loud enough so he'll hear me. My eyes are all puffy and my face is stained with tears. I emptied out feelings while writing and that's what made me crack. I feel- felt better. Not anymore. I unlock the door and jump back onto the door.

A pissed Nathan quickly opens the door. I look up at him. "What the hell Kierston!? You've been here the whole time. You never replied to of my calls or texts. I've been worried sick and all you are doing is laying around like a lazy bum?!"
"Don't you dare start screaming at me Nathan Scott. At least I don't make out with somebody, treat them like I want to be with them, and then go and mess with somebody else. That's so screwed up!"
"Okay I get that. I am sorry. But it's not like we were official. We've only known each other a few weeks."
"Are you serious right now? So yesterday, between us didn't mean anything to you?" I yell getting up from the bed and closer to him.
"I mean I had fun with you but that could happen with any girl I wanted." He says harshly.
"THEN WHAT WAS THE POINT OF COMING HERE!?"
"JESUS KIERSTON. HOW STUPID DO YOU HAVE TO BE? I WANTED TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU WERE OKAY. CLEARLY YOU ARE BECAUSE YOU'RE BREATHING RIGHT NOW."  Nathan's face is red and he has a very hateful expression on his face.
I just quietly say, "well you could've just looked at your phone to find that out." I look down at the palms of my hands.
"Look, I'm sorry. I did have a good time with you, but that's all it was."
"That's all it was?" I scoff. "Wow Nathan, you're such a great guy." I say while clapping.
"YOU KNOW WHAT KIERSTON," he screams while backing me up to a wall.
"How about you're a disgusting pig that everybody tried to warn me about? Uh yeah, I know now."
"YOU ARE A FUCKING BITCH!" Nathan raises his hand as if he's going to hit me. I flinch and start crying so much harder than before. I get ready to feel a smack against my face. All I feel is him back up while quietly saying, "Kierston I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I wouldn't-"
I cut him off. "But you almost did."
I see a tear fall from his face and I just break.
My voice cracks, "please just go." In between sobs "this -- it hurts too - it hurts - too much."

With that Nathan left and just fall to the floor as the door closes. I bring my knees to my chest. My hands are on the back of my neck as my forehead touches my knees. I just sit there bawling for a few hours.