What's one more? (sequel to The Cut Only Gets Deeper)

Chapter 7

Cruising down the high way, i notice how the land surrounding me begins to change. It was starting to get more flat and empty, mountains looming in the distance. Gradually, less and less cars were driving past me.

I check the red fluorescent lights on the dashboard. Ive been driving for almost 3 hours. I have a little under half a tank of gas left. Next rest stop i see, ill stop and fill up.

I bring my pair of shades up to my eyes and the sun begins to set. Im going to have to pick up some food too. Maybe driving wasn't the best time to get away from everything because it was definitely allowing me to just think.  And that was something I definitely didn't need at the moment.  

So I began to think.  About everything.  From before I was put into foster care to right now.  How my aunt and uncle were doing, how my foster mom was doing.  I haven't talked to her in months..I should probably call her.  How me and my old best friends grew apart and I'm not entirely sure why.  I wondered about where they were right now and how life was treating them.  Honestly, I didn't wish ill upon them because despite all the people in my life who are naturally mean-hearted, I am a good person.  At least I believe I am. 

I started thinking about my relationship with Niall and Zayn and how the bastard just left me like that.  And that's when the tears started again.  I let a few slide down my cheeks before I decided not to cry anymore over this.  I won't cry over Zayn again.  

I felt my phone vibrate and slow down a little so I can take a look.  It was Niall and he was calling.  Ah.  It was almost 6pm.  They probably got a taxi to my house or something and got my note.  It kept vibrating but I didn't answer.  I couldn't talk to them yet.  I wasn't ready. 

I felt bad a though, but only a little.  Niall was probably one of the more supportive people in my life and I didn't really feel like ruining that friendship.  I quickly grab my phone and just as I answer, it goes to voicemail.

"Hi, this is Bria.  Sorry I couldn't get to your call right now but I'll try and get back to you as soon as possible.  Please leave a name and purpose for calling after the beep.  Thanks!"   beeppp

"Bria!  What the hell man?  Harry and I got your note.  Why did you leave?  Is something wrong? Please call me back as soon as possible!  We are worried!"  And he hangs up. 

should I call him back right away?  probably not. I'll wait about 15 minutes.

But apparently Niall couldn't. He started calling again.  this time I picked up.  

"Hello?"

"BRIA!  Oh my god!  Are you ok?  Why aren't you here?  Where are you going exactly?"  Niall practically screamed into the phone.

"Niall.  Calm down-"

"Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down when I was going to spend like almost two weeks with someone I enjoy being around and yet when I get here she isn't here and all I get is a damn note.  How do I calm down?"  He yells again.  This is going to be fun. 

"Fine. Don't calm down.  But I'm fine.  I'm just going away for awhile.  I need to get away from there.  I have to start off somewhere new.  It isn't about you guys, trust me.  I just couldn't live in that place anymore.  There were too many memories and it was too painful.  Plus, I got fired from my boxing job, well, I quit more like and I don't feel like being there anymore.   Please have some faith in me and don't worry.  Please."  The last part was almost a beg.  I heard him sigh in the background and Harry shout something. 

"Ok.  Well can you at least keep in touch with me?"  Harry says something to Niall.  "And Harry?   We won't tell anyone about it but I won't be able to focus because I'll be worrying too much.  please?"  Now he sounded like he was pracitcally begging.