Please don’t go.
I watched in pure dismay when I saw Wyatt’s car leave from behind me, coasting down the street and vanishing around the corner, thus leaving me alone. I hesitated to look at my house—it was so familiar to me, it brought so many memories, yet right now it made me feel sick. This was where nearly everything happened to me…where he came into my life.
He came into my home, a place where I should feel most comfortable, most safe, and he destroyed me. He played me like I was some kind of business ploy, and nothing more. I strangely haven’t gotten one text from him, however, in the next morning, Wyatt woke me up and told me there was luggage sitting on the front porch. It was my luggage, from hishouse.
God, I didn’t even want to say his name anymore.
I was honestly so disgusted with myself for falling into his trap. I was the archetypalteenage girl who fell for the wrong guy, so cliché and typical.
Nonetheless, I wanted to make things right with my mum.
She may have overreacted and not have stopped to listen to what I had to stay, she may not have been the best mum ever since my dad died, but she was my mum nonetheless, and nothing could change that. She was the only family I had left, and I couldn’t have us be on terrible terms because of him.
So I tucked some hair behind my ears and walked up to my porch. Her car was parked in the doorway, and as soon as I was in front of the door, I let out a shuddering breath.
What was I going to say?
What was I going to do?
What if she took one look at me and slammed the door in my face?
What if she said she never wanted to see me again?
What if?
I set down the luggage to rub my hands together for warmth, and I instinctively checked my phone. Still no messages from my mum or him. He told me he’d show me I was his, and I haven’t heard from him since. I honestly thought he was going to show up at Wyatt’s house and raise hell or something, but I literally have gotten nothing. Was that just an empty threat? Did he know I would have nowhere else to go, so I’d have to go back to his place?
If my mum denied me, would I have to go back?
His place was the only place I could think of, since I had nowhere else to go. I couldn’t explain this situation to Monica or any of my friends—it was way too weird, and they’d immediately judge me…though they did have the right to. What I did was royally fucked up.
But I had to do this. I had to at least try, right?
But I hesitated. I licked my lips anxiously and shuffled my feet. And just when I picked my hand up to ring the doorbell, the door swung open.
