Chapter 11

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Dakota's POV

I wake up before brantley and hook up my IV. Today is the day we surprise our family and find out what we're having. I'm laying there and I'm having a flashback.

Flashback

I'm pulling up at momma becky's, I left my resume last night while I was at dinner. I get out and hear Becky crying.

"You can't go! And not telling Dakota? She'll be crushed!" I hear her say.

I walk in and he has 2 bags in his hand and his guitar case. He can't do this. We talked about it before, but he never said he was actually leaving.

"Brantley! Please. Don't leave. And without telling me?!" I cry.

"Dakota! If I don't do this now it will never happen. Stop!" He says, walking out the door. He throws his bags in the bed and jumps in starting it.

"Please don't do this! Please brantley!" I didn't want him to leave me, I love him and planned on telling him today. Just to make sure he knew.

"Dakota. I have to. I want to!" He yells backing out and taking off. I sit on his momma's front porch crying just staring at his tire tracks.

"Come on Dakota. You can sleep here." Kolby says. Him and Momma Becky know how I feel about B. I wish I could have told him. But he left me.

I get up and walk to his room and put on of his shirts on. I toss and turn for hours before giving up. I write ma and Ko a note.

'I'm sorry you guys. It's hard to do it without him. I'm going to chase my dreams like he chased his. I love you guys.
-D

I left that night and did exactly what I said. I knew Ko would check my house so I got a hotel room and tried working at the hospital. After a week I got the job. Eventually I moved back home. I had been ignoring everyone's calls. I planned to continue that for a while. Well other than my mom. She knew where I was and I still called her. I'm laying in my house on the couch and I get a call. I look at the name.

'Brantley'

"Brantley?" There's nothing. No voice. No noise "Brantley are you there?" And then the dial tone. I threw my phone and went to sleep. Fuck brantley.

After a while I gave up trying to call him. He got with some amber girl and he stopped texting me weekly giving me updates and calling me every now and then.

5 years later in the flash back.

I wake up to my phone going off. Someone is calling me. I answer, because I see its work calling.

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