Keeper (bajancanadian) editing/re-writing

thirteen

Lol I got so many threats for murder because I wrecked the otp

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Walking back into the house I'd left not a week ago brought tears to my eyes.

So much's happened in the last week.

I can hear the wheels of my suitcases roll across the wood floor, and I walk into the kitchen, where a woman stands at the sink. I double take, dropping my suitcase, making a loud thud on the floor. "Cassidy?" I breathe, hoping I've been dreaming for a year and that none of this happened.

That Cassidy is still alive.

That I'm still a senior in high school.

That Mitch is still just my best friend.

I blink a couple of times, and I realize the woman is standing in front of me, waving her hand in front of my face. "Brittany?"

"What?" I say, my vision suddenly clearing up, revealing a middle-aged woman that looks just like my deceased sister. "Mom?"

"Yes, sweetie.. Why are you back? Aren't you supposed to be in LA with-"

"Yeah, yeah." I run a hand through my hair, refusing to make eye contact with her.

She lifts my chin, but I still avoid looking at her. "What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

She nods, dropping the subject. "Do you want something to eat? I'm sure the plane ride was exhausting. Those things are horrid."

"No, thanks. I'm gonna go upstairs." I reply, dragging my bags up the stairs. Once I get to my room, it's just the way I left it. I open the door, my eyes meeting the bed and immediately I get flashbacks.

{flashback}

"Don't go," I whisper, my voice weak and shaky.

He nods slowly, and I take his hand and gently pull him towards me. "Just stay here."

I look up at him as he takes off his jacket and his shoes, laying down next to me and pulling the covers up to our chests; it wasn't the first time we'd slept in the same bed. "Bri," He says after a long silence, and I look over to him in the almost pitch-black room. "I'm sorry."

{end}

There's a lot of things he could be sorry about.

A lot that I could too.

I walk in, dropping the bags on the floor and laying on the bed, and soon my thoughts begin to consume me.

You shouldn't have left.

Why did you leave?

This is all your fault.

You're just making everything worse.

Why do you overreact to everything?

You're the worst-

I can't handle it anymore, so I turn my phone back on from when I turned it off in the cab on the way to the airport.

23 missed calls.

17 new voicemails.

59 new text messages.

I hide my face in my free hand, debating whether or not to check who they're from.

Curiosity gets the best of me, so I check the missed calls.

4 from Emily, 2 from Scarlette, 3 from Cassy, 2 from Kay, 2 from Adam, and 10 from Mitch.

Next I check the voicemails, seeing I have 2 from Em, 2 from Scar, 2 from Cassy, 2 from Kay, 1 from Adam, and again, the rest from Mitch.

I don't listen to those either, I just go straight to my texts.

Bri what's wrong?? -Kay

Bri please come back ): -Cassy

I know it's hard, but please come back -Em

What happened?? -Scar

I stop at Mitch's messages, not wanting to have my heart shatter into a billion pieces again. I'll save them for another day.

Putting my phone on the nightstand, I slowly drift off to sleep, my head making me dizzy with all the conflicting emotions I'm feeling. But the one thing my mind constantly revolves around drives me insane.

Mitch, I'm sorry..