the cabin 》h.s

twenty-nine

song inspo:

good thing - zedd with kehlani

maniac - conan gray

break my heart - dua lipa

before you go - lewis capaldi

transatlanticism - death cab for cutie

chapter 29

The rest of the week went by like nothing. And Ray continuously skipped final period. This time however, she was excused. Doctors appointments or whatever which were most likely excuses.

At this point, Adams just didn't care anymore. Apparently she had completed her credits long ago and graduation was coming up in just a few short weeks.

I gave her space.

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely hated it. But everything that's happened to her, was because of me. And I knew that. I was always aware of that but... I never really knew the extent of it. I never realized what Ray had to go through when I started that stupid rumor.

I sat back on my car, twiddling my thumbs and giving my phone brief glances between looking down and up in front of me.

When I look up, I stare at the once bright red door that has now either faded or repainted into a mahogany brown. The frame looking weaker than I once remembered it. The concrete leading a pathway towards the door now scattered with dirt stains.

Then looking at the house beside hers, mine. My old one, at least. It sat on a dead end, and I can clearly look over the large front yard we once played in as kids. I can still see the little girl in pigtails wearing her favorite Strawberry Shortcake tee beneath her loose overalls and light up sneakers. The pink glittery butterfly clips placed neatly on top of each pigtail as she ran across the yard alongside me and harshly shoving me as we played tag.

That or we were playing house in the so-called garden area my mom was trying her best to maintain. But it was difficult when me and Ray were always using Tupperware that we weren't allowed to as a plate to mix water, dirt and leaves as some sort of special ingredient. Thankfully, as dumb as that was, we weren't dumb enough to eat it.

Instead, what pissed my mom off the most was seeing the muddy residue splattered across the floor instead of the actual dirt it belonged in. And if it wasn't on the floor it was all over us.

I smile softly to myself, glancing down at my phone yet again at the memories once held just next door to her house when a movement catches my attention.

Looking out my window, I see the dark brown haired girl walking down the block and towards her home. Phone in hand and staring down as she scrolled through it with headphones in, not noticing my presence; despite me being in my car. I glance at the time, not even three yet. It's clear she skipped class again.

I start to get a little nervous, but I knew I'd have to talk to her before she reached the door. So I swallowed my pride and pushed open my car door and stepped out. Her eyes immediately averting up and meeting mine.

Her arms drop at her sides as she looks at me, petrified. I bite my lip, my nerves bundling up. Why am I suddenly so anxious? I notice a little twitch at her lips as she shakes her head. She's not happy to see me, as expected. But I couldn't care less.

"Ray-"

"What are you doing here?" She says to me, eyes becoming glossy. "Why are you here? What-"

"Reagan, I need to talk to you-"

"About what?" She looks at me with sad eyes, "I said what I said, I don't want anything to do with you."

"I know that," I tell her, and her lips part to speak again but I don't let her. "Ray, please. Hear me out. I came here to talk to you. And as stubborn as you are, I wouldn't be here if I didn't care."