Forgotten

Chapter 32

Snow was falling heavily outside, eager to caress the dirty, New York streets. Inside, however, it was warm and cheery. It was Christmas Eve and I was spending it with the two most important men in my life. I sipped at my hot chocolate as I watched the pure, white flakes fall. Niall and Greg were watching football and drinking beer. I couldn’t help but think of Gabby and how I had lashed out, tell her to never come back. It was most likely too harsh. All she did was break up with Niall. In a way he still deserved it after what he did to me. I always seemed to bring that up, stupid me.

            “Yes! Goal! That right forward was a pure Dosser at that, ha!” Niall cheered, taking a gulp of his Guiness, Greg too. They were on their 4th.

            “Boys if you don’t stop you’re goin’ to be plastered before dinner. Then you’ll be a right mess.” I laughed, putting my mug in the sink.

            “Oh piss off, we’re just haven a little fun. Family bonding!” Greg slapped Niall’s back. My smile fell a bit, but I didn’t show it. “Family bonding” was a phrase I hated, ever since we left the UK. I left the boys to their game and went into my room. I didn’t realize I shut the door a little too hard. I glanced at my phone on it’s charger. Its screen had lit up, 6 messages from Gabby.

G: Please tell me why you’re over reacting?

G: I’m sorry that was wrong of me to say.

G: Please respond, I want to talk.

G: Bea?

G: Let me explain.

G: I’m coming home after Christmas. So we can talk.

She completely went against what I said. She was coming back in a week. I just sighed and lightly punched my pillow, another damper on my mood. I crawled under my covers and buried my face in my pillow. There was a light knock on my door, so I just groaned.

            “Bea? Are you okay? You slammed the door a little hard.” I heard Greg’s muffled voice through the thick comforter. I noticed a little spot where I had split nail polish and started to pick at it.

            “Bea, is something wrong? Did we say something?” the bed dipped and I stiffened. He could sense my stiffness because he started to rub my back, which he always did when I was upset.

            “I-It’s just that you said ‘family bonding’. I guess I’ve just been sensitive to that ever since we had to leave Niall and how he just completely forgot my existence.” I said, still concealed under the covers. Greg continued to rub circles into my back.

            “You’re still on about that? I thought you two got past it and, you know, settles the problems.” He said gently. I just shrugged. To be honest I didn’t really know where we stood. The memories kept coming back whenever I saw something that reminded me. I guess I was acting a little immature, but what was I supposed to do? Forget about it forever?

A/N It may seem like this story is getting nowhere, but theres something big coming up!