Skinny. [complete]

I'm sorry

My phone rings, I answer it right away but stay quiet. My words suddenly get lost and when I try to speak, nothing comes out.
"Hey babe, I'll be there in two hours, make sure you're there, okay?" My heart quickly stop just to beat faster seconds later. I've missed his voice so damn much.
"I'll be there, Michael." I assure him.
I grab the pastel pink dress and go shower.

It fit perfectly, the way it fit around my waist and flowed to the middle of my thighs, It made my body look better than it really is. I go back to my closet and grab a pair of black knee high socks. You can never go wrong with knee highs.
I have an hour left of waiting for Michael so I'm sure spending a few minutes with Chase won't hurt. I walk into his room, he's playing Zelda. I quietly  sit next to him and place my head gently on his shoulder. "I'm sorry." I whisper. It's true I'm sorry. Im sorry I'm leaving him and I've been being a dick by ignoring him. I'll miss Chase but he'll be safe if I go.
He pauses his game and stares at me for a few seconds. "You're sorry? You think you can just come here and say sorry after a months of not talking to me, Violet? You use the word sorry to get your way and I don't want to hear it." His voice starts getting louder. Chase normally doesn't raise his voice, I really fucked up.
"Chase, you'll understand soon" I say and then get up and head to the door. "What the fuck does that mean" I don't answer his question because he'll think I'm crazy. I sit in my bedroom alone instead of with Chase. I begin to write a letter for him so he'll know why I'm leaving.

Dear Chase, the best friend I let down.
I'll be with Michael when you're reading this. He wants me to go with him, I can't tell you where because you might try to stop us. He still loves me, Chase. He didn't mean to hurt anyone, he just wanted to get me back but when Stephen showed up he got startled which is why he shot him. He's changed and I don't think he'll hurt me, he's still the guy I used to know. I wish we could all just make up and forget about the past but I know that's not possible so for the safety of us all, I'm leaving. Good luck with everything dude, I'll miss you.

I have to drive there so I wasn't able to explain all that happened or write all I wanted but it's better than nothing I guess. I place the note on my mattress, grab my bag and head to the mall.

As each minute passed I wondered if I was doing the right thing. I think I still like him but maybe I just like the memories that we've had together. I can't go back now, I start getting closer to the mall, it feels like I've been driving for hours. All these thoughts finally stop filling my brain when I pull up and see Michael a few feet in front of me, I can ignore him and wait till he gets to the spot or I can drive away. In love with him or the memories? I don't know, how will I ever know if I don't give it another chance?