Keeper (bajancanadian) editing/re-writing

twelve

Short chapter but I really felt like I needed to end it where I did.

Prepare for your Mittany feels to be ripped apart.

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I turn, just in time to see Mitch, his hair messed up and his hands in his pockets. The light from the house illuminates his tall figure, making his face dark and his expression unreadable. "Bri?"

"What," I run a hand through my hair, refusing to make eye contact.

"What's wrong?"

My response is fast but painful, my heart breaking with each word I speak. None of this was even supposed to happen. "Nothing."

"I know there's something wrong." He says, his voice quiet.

"It doesn't matter." I reply, my voice void of emotion.

He steps towards me, making me look at him from the corner of my eye. "It was too soon, wasn't it?"

I bite my lip, a sudden rush of emotion consuming me now that it was spoken aloud. Nodding, I push my hair behind my ear, letting him finally see the tears that have trailed down my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry," He whispers, reaching for me, but I step back. His arm stops in the space between us, then drops.

"I think I need to go home." I cover my mouth, choking back a sob.

"Bri, I-" He starts, but I walk past him and into the house, where a few people were watching.

"Bri-" Adam tries to stop me as I walk past him, but I ignore him as well and go up the stairs, getting on my phone and buying a plane ticket back to Pennsylvania. I don't care how much it costs. I'm going home.

I grab everything, stuffing my clothes, clean and dirty alike, into a suitcase. I rip off my heels and throw them with my shoes in another suitcase, then run to the bathroom and grab all the rest of my stuff.

Making sure everything is packed, I see myself in the mirror. Makeup and tear stains cover my pale cheeks, my eyes red and puffy.

I shake my head, walking back out as I wipe the tears away, grabbing my stuff and calling a cab. I walk down the stairs without shoes on, dragging my things with me, seeing Scarlette, Emily, Kay and Cassy staring.

Mitch's at the door and the guys were taking to him, but when he sees me he pushes past them, cupping my face with his hands. "Please don't go."

"I can't handle this, Mitch." I look away from his face. "You'll have so much more fun without me here." I blink back my tears, biting my lip.

"No, Bri. I want you to be here with me." He pleads, getting nowhere with me. We look at each other until I hear the honk of a car horn outside, my cue to leave.

"I need to go." I push past him, walking to the cab and putting my stuff in the trunk. I can see everyone looking at me out of the corner of my eye, and when I turn around, I see Mitch standing in the doorway.

I grimace, stepping into the backseat and shutting the door, getting a last glimpse of the house, the people.

And Mitch.