Paired

Paired: Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I woke up, wondering what I was doing at Lauren's house. Then it hit me; the memories, Ryan, the screaming and crying, Lauren comforting me. It was terrible. I sat up and took deep breaths. It didn't help. After a little while I saw Lauren sit up.

"You okay?" were the first words she said to me.

"No." I said, tears threatening to come back.

"It will be okay. Sooner or later. But, hey! Now you won't have to worry about the law or anything, right?"

"I guess so." I sniffed.

"Want breakfast?" Lauren asked.

"No, I'm okay. I think I should be getting home now anyway. Thanks for letting me stay the night. It meant a lot." I got up and started to go downstairs. I was still in my clothes.

"Okay, your welcome! See you later I guess. Bye Chayna." she said as we were walking down the stairs.

"Bye Lauren." I walked outside and got in my car. The last I remembered I was crying in here. I turned the keys and drove out of the driveway. I turned past Lauren's street and headed into my own. We lived really close to each other. I pulled into my blacktop driveway and parked my car. I got out and walked into my house, straight up to my room. Once I was in there, I started to sob. Then I remembered we didn't have school today. Teacher work day. I sobbed even louder realizing that I wouldn't see Ryan. Then I remembered I didn't want to see Ryan. I went to my closet door, the one with all my personal pictures, and tore every one off that had Ryan in it. My closet door was about empty if you don't count Cleo and Lauren.

I tore them all in half and took a shower. I got out and got in my gray sweats and blue competition shirt. The phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Um, this is Ryan."

"What makes you think I can't take this? Or that I'm not made for it? What makes you think that?"

"I didn't-"

"Ryan, we shouldn't talk anymore. You were right, always." I looked down at my lavender C he gave me. I tore it off my neck and threw it across room.

"I didn't mean-"

"You did. So stop 'talking' to me and leave me alone. Don't you get it? I don't want to talk to you."

"Chayna, plea-"

"Leave me alone, Ryan." I shut the phone.

The next days in the week were lonely. Not even Lauren or Cleo would talk to me. Well, they did. I wouldn't talk to them. I couldn't explain to anyone how I felt like there was a hole in my chest. No one could understand. Not even Lauren. So I went to school, did my homework, ate and slept. Nothing could change the way I felt. Ryan called everyday. I didn't answer. Eventually he stopped calling. Truthfully, l looked forward to the calls I wouldn't answer from Ryan.

I wouldn't talk to anyone after the first phone call. I ate dinner in my room. Every time Ryan looked at me in class, but I just looked away. I think he knows how he hurt me. But, they were his words and he fault. Today, when I came him from school, I saw my dad sitting at the table.

"Hello sweetheart. How are you?" He said with a big smile.

I just looked at him.

"Chayna, honey, are you alright?" I couldn't tell my dad about this. I would get arrested. I loved my dad too much.

"Dad.." I began, but he cut me off.

"Your sure?" He said. But then I realized he was talking into his earpiece. "Right now? At a time like this? At the James' house?" I stopped dead in my thoughts and rearranged reality for myself. James' house? That was Ryan's house.