He Isn't A Psycho

Chapter 38

Thursday evening. Alex was away till Monday because he got a huge offer at the job to work on some big event in Nevada, he flew out early this morning and I haven't heard from him since. As for my mum and dad, my mum was working the night shift tonight because all day today she was moping around crying because Alex was going to be away for 4 days. Big deal. My dad was staying at my grandmas for the weekend as she has been feeling ill lately, and needed extra assistance. It made sense for my dad anyways considering his work was only a 15 minute drive from grandmas whereas it was a 45 minute drive from home.

This only left me. Home alone, bored and hungry. Mum forgot to do the shopping too which meant for dinner I was going to get takeout, but I wanted to order it in a few hours as mum only left me a certain about of money and I wanted to eat when I was at a starving point.

I had called Carter this afternoon and he told me that he was in a motorcycle crash which is why he hasn't been around recently. Apparently nothing serious, only a few cuts and bruises so I guess he got away lucky. However his bike was in a real bad shape, but to his advantage I hooked him up with Chase and Jakob, as I found out they didn't only repair cars, but Chase knew a few things about bikes too. Plus he would get a discount, which he was pleased about. He went there around 4 today and he's still there now, which means he's been there for a solid 4 hours.

"Okay, I'll order food in half an hour, then I'll eat at 9 and the rest of the night I'll watch movies" I sighed to myself, I was one lonely person.

I thought back to a few nights ago and remembered Sal. Why did he stick up for me like that? Well, not exactly stick up for me, but he covered me. He didn't spill anything to Chase, he played along with my story? Was this another one of his games?

I shook my head and tried to forget him, as Sal exited my thoughts, Braxton entered. I wondered what he was doing today, I still haven't spoken to him. It feels like ages, which it technically has been, but I mean. I missed him...If that makes sense? At the party, me and him were so close, and I felt like I had known him forever, and then the day after he looked after me, and we spent the whole day together, and I just ruined it. I told him to open up to me and now he doesn't want to speak to me again. And do you want to know what the worst part is? Not knowing.

For all I know, he could hate me because of the way I smell, or he realised that when I sleep I talked a lot of shit, or maybe he thought I tried to intimidate him, and felt threatened. Not knowing is probably what kills most of us. Not knowing why your friends left you, not knowing what you did wrong. And you're left there...not knowing.

I made my way to my room, shaking everything about Braxton out of my head. If there was a way to stop me from thinking such thoughts I would be the first to invest in that. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea forgetting about Braxton. I mean, if it was easy for him to forget about me like that, then I guess it can't be hard for me to forget about him.

I threw my body on my bed, and stared up at the ceiling, "Get him out of your head Skye" I whispered to myself.

"Get him out of your head" I begged to the inner me, hoping she would listen and I'd wake up tomorrow morning with amnesia.

"Get who out of your head?" I shot up, jumping off of my bed in fright.

"Braxton" My heart pounded inside my ribcage, just saying his name gave me butterflies. "H-how did you get in?" I tried to calm myself, however he always managed to make me jump out of my skin.