As The Waves Crash Down...[Chapter 5]
This is going to be a crappy update but I felt that I should update this story. I'm kinda in a funk because of weird stress over getting accepted into this private school I've applied to and GRRRRRR. I wish things were easier.
Sorry, if there are mistakes. I'm actually gonna start the next chapter and try to get it finished soon because I really need to get this story moving along [:
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(The Next Day)
Early next morning, Dan and I walked through the front door of our house after spending the night at Jake. I was beyond tired since Grace and I spent most of the night catching up on all the things that each of us missed while being apart. We laughed, we cried, we had fun.
"Dan, I'm going to my room," I told him as I began walking backwards down the hall facing him. "Wake me for dinner, but don't bother me for lunch, 'kay?"
"Sure thing," he said as he entered his own room.
I threw my stuff onto the floor and took off my shoes. I quickly changed clothes and plopped down on the bed, making sure that my cell phone was under my pillow and instantly falling asleep.
After what seemed like only a few minutes, my phone started ringing. Groaning, I slipped my hand under my pillow and felt for my phone. I finally found the loud, vibrating objects and grabbed it, bringing it to my face. I quickly glanced at the time realizing that I actually slept for a few hours and then looked at the caller ID. I let out a louder groan when I saw that it was my mom calling.
"Yeah?" I answered my phone in an irritated voice.
"How are you, baby?" she asked in a calm tone.
"I'm fine," I replied hesitantly not quite understanding why she was so caring at the moment.
"Fine enough to come home?" she asked in a whisper.
"Mom, we talked about this," I told her running my free hand down my face. "At the start of the summer, I already told you my plans for the next year or so. Too bad you were too caught up with your arguing with dad and Jessica that half the stuff I said went in one ear and out the other."
Jessica, my oldest sister (the one who said she hated me), was dragged into almost every single family drama. Whatever she was dragged into, my name ended up being mentioned-which I absolutely hated. Hence, I left.
"Can you remind me, please?" my mom asked a little shyly.
"I told you that, for most of the summer, I was going to do my rounds around Europe visiting relatives. Then, I was gonna settle here with Aunt May and finish my last year of high school. Dad actually listened to most of what I said and set up most of the legal stuff and dealt with all the money things for whatever I wanted to do. I have an extension of his bank account so you don't need to worry about me starving or living like a hermit," I reminded her.
"Okay...when are you coming back?" she asked.
"Maybe after senior year..." I said, not making any promises.
"Honey, I miss you," my mom said almost begging.
"I miss you, too, mom. But I definitely don't miss all the fighting, the arguing, the shouting, or the drama," I said honestly.
"I'm sorry, baby," she said regretfully.
"Yeah, but I can't go back right now," I told her.
"I'm worried about you," she told me quietly.
"I'll be fine, mom. You don't need to worry. Aunt May will take care of me. I'm sorry, but I really can't go back right now," I insisted.
"Okay, hon. I'll call again soon."
"Sure, bye."
"Bye."
I hung up and groaned. No matter how much I love my mom or how much she wants me home, I simply can't.
Sitting up, I opened my phone once again and glanced at the time and saw that it was nearing 6pm. I quickly shuffled around my room: fixing my hair, changing into more comfortable clothes, and getting ready for dinner.
As I climbed down the stairs on my way to dinner, I noticed that the house was unusually quiet.
"Aunt May?" I called out.
"In the den, Krys!" she yelled back.
I weaved my way through the house to the den and spotted her sitting in an overstuffed chair.
"Hey, hon. What do you need?" she asked as she turned to me.
"Someone to talk to," I told her.
She pointed to the couch across from her and said, "Sit."
As soon as my butt hit the soft cushions, she turned to me and gave me an encouraging look.
"Let's talk," she said.
"Mom called. She said she wanted me to come back. I'm not saying that I'm even considering coming back right now, but it kinda threw me off guard. I never expected her to ask me to come home," I said as I shook my head at the thought.
"Right, but she's your mom, Krystal. No matter how complicated things are at home, she's always going to think that the best place for her daughter to be would be at home. She always wants to be able to keep an eye on you, that is, until you become an adult," Aunt May said sympathetically.
"I guess. On top of it all, last night brought on another wave of drama when I found out the Mitch was actually Jake. My best friend, Jake," I said exasperatedly.
"Well, that definitely seems to add a weight to things," Aunt May said thoughtfully. She knew who Jake was and what he meant to me, or what he used to mean to me.
"You think?" I asked with a chuckle.
"He wants everything to just go back to how things were before. He doesn't see how much things have changed since then. Not much may have changed for him, but many has changed for me. I'm not the same girl who has so much free time that she can do whatever she wants whenever she feels like it. I'm trying so hard to keep everything together, and he really doesn't realize that," I said frustratedly.
"Well, maybe that means that it probably wouldn't be best to go back to how things were so quickly. I mean you both haven't seen each other in years and, well, it's not safe to make assumptions," Aunt May said.
"Thanks," I told her. "You always seem to know the best things to say." I smiled at her.
"You're welcome. Dan went out to get some burgers. Apparently, it's your official day before school meal," said with a chuckle.
My eyes widened in surprise. "I can't believe he remembered that!" I exclaimed in disbelief.
"I told him that once years ago!" I said while I stood up, shaking my head.
"Dan is surprising sometimes. Often, I think he has a selective memory," Aunt May said as she laughed.
"Yeah...he probably does," I said, as I laughed with her. "I'll be out by the beach if you need me," I added with a smile.
