CHANCE SUTTON

Chapter 16

I went back home to Ohio the next day. It wasn't that I didn't want to go further with Chance, it was just that everything that had happened in the past couple days, was too much to bear, too much to even comprehend, really. Just that touch, sent flashbacks running in my mind of how helpless I felt, how betrayed. When I got back, I kept quite about it all  to my mom, about what truly happened between Dylan and I. I just told her how we got in a fight and that giving him a second chance was a mistake. Being back home and isolated, took a toll on me. Just the constant thought of that night consumed my brain. I became depressed. My mom was worried about me, but I brushed her off and pushed her away. I felt so disgusting, like I wasn't worthy of any sort of love anymore. And yes, there was Chance, but I didn't want to get too close to anyone again, atleast I thought at the time. And I knew Chance would never take advantage of me like Dylan, but my thoughts overpowered common sense and I truly thought that they may all turn out like Dylan did. So therefore, I stopped answering chances calls, texts, facetimes, all of it. We didn't end on bad terms, we kissed goodbye in fact but I was so consumed with that indescribable gross feeling, feeling and being scarred, mentally, emotionally and physically by that night that he didn't seem worth it anymore.
I was laying in my bed, the covers over my head, I hadn't showered or eaten in almost 2 days. There was a soft knock on my door, I didn't bother to even say anything, probably my mom coming in to check on me again for the 100th time today. The door opened. I pulled the covers down and peeked over my shoulder, to tell my mom for the 100th time that I was okay and that I just wanted to be left alone, but standing at the door wasn't my mom, standing there was Chance.
CHANCES POV:
It had been a month since Ava left to head back to Ohio. She seemed fine, we even kissed goodbye but just like that, it was like I was non existent to her. The amount of phone calls, FaceTimes, texts unanswered worried me out of my mind. Did she hate me because of what I did the day before she left? Was it too soon? Was she okay?
I eventually got a hold of her mom, and explained to her who I was and how I wanted to visit her. Her mom thought it was a great idea, as she was at a loss of how to help Ava. I guess she had stopped being social, stopped talking to anyone, doing anything at all.
I walked up to her bedroom door and knocked lightly. I was shaky as hell, nervous to see what she would do when she saw me. There was no answer, as her mom told me to expect so I opened the door. The room was a mess, clothes scattered, papers on the desk. There in the bed lay a heap of blankets , the one Ava was under. She then Pulled the covers off of her and looked over at me. She didn't say anything just stared for a second, registering what was infront of her. If I'm being honest, she looked terrible and not herself. Her hair was tied up in a messy, greasy bun. Her face was sunken in, dark circles under her eyes. Her skin, pale.
I was so taken aback at the sight. It made me sick to see her in this state. The only thing I could muster..
"Hey" I said.