Chapter Eight: Apologizing Isn't Enough

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  When I got home, the memories of today flooded my mind. All I could do was ask myself why?
  Why would he do this?
  My phone soon started to buzz and buzz. But this was no, "yay I'm getting notifications" buzz. This was a "oh god" buzz. My heart and stomach smashed, I started to hyperventilate. Shaking, I grasped the phone.
  It was texts from him. Over and over again, all from him.
  "Don't come to school unless you want to see me again," I read one out loud silently.
   I couldn't think straight, I could barley breath. I couldn't avoid this. I needed to find someone to talk to. But I knew no one. Only Ethan. Maybe sleep could help it.
  Yea sleep. Sounds nice.
  I awoke quickly, my heart still fast. There is no way I'm going to school. So I didn't.
  The fridge light illuminated the dark room. The coldness from the milk carton made my skin shiver. Along with the milk, I pulled out the chocolate syrup. Mixing the two components together, I sighed.
  As I started to chug my chocolate milk, the doorbell rang. My gut clenched.
  Slowly my feet shuffled over to the door. My eyes peeked out. A wave of relief and anger flew over me and I swung open the door.
  "H-hello," Ethan stuttered.
  "What are you doing here?" My face was stuck glaring.
  "I'm here to apologize," he holds out a chocolate milk.
  I bit my lip, trying to not give in, "that's nice, except someone is tracking me now. Also I can't go to school."
  He looked at his feet, an arm rubbing the back of his neck, "look I'm really sorry, Rosalie." The way he says my name makes my heart skip a beat.
  "Sorry won't cut it," I looked away from him and started to close the door. Before it fully closed the door lodged on something. My eyes moved down, Ethan's foot was jammed in the door.
  "I'm sorry," he says once again. Tears are in my eyes, he cares about me that's for sure.
  "I forgive you." I kick his foot, then slam the door.
  I gave in. I told myself I wouldn't. But I'm not strong enough.

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