Get Ready to Run

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

You know how in movies, the main character, in essence, has a pretty good life but has all these boy problems, therefore her life is this "big mess"? Sadly that's how I'm feeling. Sure, I've been through worse, but right now, this boy bull shit, and I say boy because like hell is he acting like a man, feels like the worst thing to happen to me. Ridiculous, I know, but I've never felt more conflicted.

I'm tired of going through it all in my head. I'm tired of having a million question and not getting any answers. But most of all, I'm tired of still having feelings for the boy who makes me want to pull every hair out of my head.

I've been trying to think of what to say to him while in the cab, but nothing. I want to yell at him and ask him why, but I'm also scared to hear the response. Partly because I already know the answer, and partly because I don't know what his answer will lead me to do.

As I paid the driver what I owed him, I stepped out of the car, shoes in hand, doubting every step I took towards the front door.

With all the courage left in me, I opened the door and stepped inside. Just like when I left, the only noise in the house was coming from the television. Walking into the room, Tyler was sitting in his boxers with a beer in hand, not even turning his gaze my way.

Noticing he was simply going to ignore my presence, I stepped in front of the t.v, blocking his view entirely.

"What?" He said in a sharp, irritated tone.

"What the hell was that back there?" I said, anger building up inside.

"Don't be naive. You know exactly why I did that." He said, casually taking a sip of his beer, which only seemed to piss me off even more.

"You didn't have to punch him Tyler!" I yelled.

As if I had set off a ticking time bomb, he got up from the couch and walked toward me, coming face to face with me.

"And you didn't have to act like a slut and dry hump the first guy you meet either!" He yelled, hitting the wall next to face.

"What I choose to do is none of your business so back off!"

"If you didn't feel something, anything for me, you wouldn't care. But you're too damn scared of everything! I'm not going to sit here and try to convince you to be with me, but when you realize you do, don't expect me to fight for you either.

You know what, from now on, do whatever the fuck you want Sawyer. I'm done." He said, walking up stairs, slamming his door closed.

I stood in the living room, just as he left me, stunned. I was still mad, especially with him being so certain that some time in the future I'd want to be with him. But I was also a little disappointed by those same words. What if I did want to be with him, once things got settled, certain knowing Alexander wouldn't find me, would I have lost my chance?

After my initial shock, I made my way back upstairs and into my room, not even bothering to remove my clothes, and just went to bed.

...

I woke up Sunday morning, mascara smeared under my eyes, and exhaustion going through my body. If I could, I would have spent the rest of the day in bed, but I had to go get Hailey and head to work. I wasn't planning on going to work today, but Margret had called me early this morning and asked if I could come in at noon.

Rolling out of bed, I walked into the restroom and showered the night off my very tired body. Heels are the cutest thing a girl can wear but after about an hour they turn into your worst enemy and my feet were in deep pain.