After Thought // Chance Sutton

Chapter Twenty

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry I've been away again, the boy who broke my heart. Did it again. And I let him, stupid huh? 

Everything in italics is a jump cut to the future, and everything in normal font is present day. 

Love ya'll. Xo 

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One day, that's all it can take. To ruin a relationship, it's also all it takes to revive something you thought was lost forever. Thinking back to that chunk of time and what it did to my emotions. Brings it to me again, the pain. 

At first it was like a hurricane, coming at me with CAT 5 winds. Leaving me bound to my bed, sobbing for hours on end afraid that if I try to act like a functioning human being, I'll topple over and it'll leave me helpless. Then the eye came. The storm calmed, but that doesn't mean it got better. 

Nothing that bad ever does. 

You just learn to live with it and hope when round two comes you'll be good and ready. The second I start to be myself again, I get burned to the ground. And that, is exactly what happened that day. I got burned down by the one person I loved endlessly. 

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He was mad, Chance, when he found out I had to go and eat with my boss. My phone got flooded with texts, all from him trying to get me not to go through with it. To be completely honest, I probably shouldn't have.

 However, at this point I need anything I can to score my liking with Mr. Bayfield. It's not about impressing Liam, but his father rather. I could care less what Liam thinks of me. Good thing the dinner went well. 

We laughed, made silly jokes, and ate incredibly expensive food that I never thought in a million years I'd be consuming. Quite honestly, I'd rather eat a burger that my Dad serves at the restaurant. 

But I faked through, and Mr. Bayfield completely bought it. He even told me I was one of his favorite authors at Paradise and that the movie contract will bring in millions to not only the company, but him and I. 

The limo ride home was abruptly interrupted by my phone ringing over and over. Expecting it to be Chance, I kept declining. Until I saw Dylan's name across the screen. That boy may be a tad extra sometimes, but he's not one to power call me. 

"Please tell me you're almost home?!" He whispered to me, I could hear voices in the background, angry ones. 

"Yeah, on my way now. What's going on?" I asked. 

He sighed, "Nothing that I can explain over the phone. Just hurry please." 

"Yeah of course. See you at home, Dyl," I said, hanging up on him. 

"Everything alright?" Liam asked. 

I nodded, "Just my roommate wondering where I am." 

Maybe he could see through my bold face lie, or I really didn't try that hard to hide it. By the way he was looking at me, I could tell that he didn't believe me. 

I don't want to know what I am going home to, here's to hoping that it isn't that bad. And it's just Dylan being overdramatic and watching Jersey Shore re-runs. 

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The sad thing about getting betrayed? It never comes from your enemies. In fact, it's usually from the opposite. And now I'm afraid he'll share my secrets, even though I'll take his to the damn grave with me. 

But today, as I finally sit back and reflect I realize this; I don't need anyone who doesn't need me back. And destroying my trust, means you didn't cherish and need me in the way I wanted. It's something my Momma used to say to me. Among all of her powerful messages, that one is sticking with me the hardest.