The Bet (Just The Way You Are)

The Bet *Falling Apart

Are you ready? This is one of the first scenes I wrote when I started The Bet. The songs are Breakeven by The Script, Save Your Heart by Mayday Parade, and That's What You Get by Paramore (Suggested by Rayray540).

Enjoy! (:

Chapter 52 *Falling Apart*

~Sophia

I scrutinize the gauze on my hand, tilting it on every angle until I’m satisfied that it’s properly done.

My right hand is wrapped in a bandage because of my outburst yesterday. When I clenched my fist, I didn’t realize blood was dripping on the wound made by the cross that slashed to my palm. I must have held it tightly.

My mom took care of it. Putting disinfectant and wrapping it with a bandage to heal the gaping wound. When she inquired why it was bleeding, I lied and told her I tripped and my palm slashed on a rock. Fortunately she believed me.

It’s not as if I can tell her how I really got it.

Looking up, I stare at myself on the mirror and see the prominent dark circles under my eyes. I haven’t slept last night no matter how I tried. I did not have a piece of mind. Haunting thoughts did not leave me alone, feeding me with disturbing possibilities.

“Phia!” Mom calls from downstairs. “Drake is here.”

My heart flutters in my chest and I force my lungs to breathe properly. When I’m sure I can function normally again, I arrange my things in my bag and make my way to the living room.

Drake and my mom are having a chat.

I thought when I see him today I’ll yell at him. But now I just feel numb. All I want is to get it over with and continue to live my boring yet painless life.

“Hey,” he says, standing up from the couch.

Is it me, or his eyes light up when he sees me?

“Hi,” I choke out. My voice is raspy so I clear my throat inconspicuously.

A feeling of uneasiness washes over me. I can do it, I chant in my mind. It’s now or never!

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

He raises his hand and I take it. “Good bye Mrs. Taylor,” he says.

“Take care of Sophia,” she replies amusedly.

My heart suddenly feels heavy – it’s full of burdens. “See you later Mom,” I say.

Drake and I walk outside and then get in his car.

Last night he called and asked me if I’m free today. I said yes. It’s a good thing because I have to talk to him. Now I realize how it is. He meets up with Cassidy whenever I’m not around. And when he gets tired with one of us, he will go back to the other.

Such a player.

“What happened to your hand?” he asks, a concern expression written on his face.

“I fell,” I lie.

He sighs. “You know, you have to be careful. Remember that I’m worried about you.”

Nice, you’re a really good actor.

We don’t talk after that, and I can’t stop fidgeting on my seat. It’s like knowing something bad will happen. I dreaded this moment for weeks, now I have to face it.