Mistaken Love

Chapter Fifty-two.

"Are you sure you want to go back to school?" My mother asked, as she shifted the car into park. "It's been less than a week since the accident and the situation with you and Rachel. Personally, I believe you should just come back home. Your principal and teachers have been informed about what had happened, and they even said take as much time as you need." She suggested, as she placed a hand upon my shoulders.

I sighed, as I placed my eyes upon my hands, that sat perfectly still on my lap. The fresh cuts and bruises appeared quite visibly, as I shook my head at the memories from last night that flew into my mind.

"Dammit!" I screamed, as I threw a fifth of Jack Daniels across my bedroom.

The half full bottle whipped through the air, as it collided with my dark colored walls. The loud crash from the bottle hitting my bedroom wall and breaking was audible, as pieces of glass and whiskey littered my bedroom floor.

I took deep and heavy breaths, as I moved my hands upwards. My hands made their way towards the top of my head, as my fingers laced around the greasy roots. Tears instantly fell from my eyes, as I began to pull my hair in frustration.

"You're a damn idiot, Sam!" I cried, as I dropped to my knees. "A damn idiot!"

My fingers released my untamed hairdo, as they ran across my face. I quickly whipped my tears away, as I slowly began to move my head in circles, popping the tense muscles in my neck.

"This is your fault!" I blamed myself, as I slowly pulled my drunken self up. "All of it!" I continued to go on and on, as I placed my hands upon my desk.

I took another deep breath, as I pulled myself off the ground and back upon my feet. A small groan escaped my lips, as my head and vision began to spin. I felt my body fall to the left, as I quickly reached for my computer chair. I felt my finger tips graze against the cheap leather, as my body falls to the ground, creating a loud thud on impact.

I rest my aching body upon my soft, brown carpet, as I held my throbbing head with both of my hands. I winced in pain for a split second, before squeezing my blue orbs shut. Normally when you're drunk, all of your pain and suffering suddenly vanishes, so why do I still feel it all? Maybe I didn't drink enough? Do I need more?

I removed my hands from my head, once again, as I slowly opened my eyes. I peered up at the solid white ceiling, as I felt my vision spin back and forth. I laid on the floor for a good five minutes, before picking myself up again. A sigh of relief made its way up my throat, as I manage to stay on my feet this time.

I slowly paced around my bedroom, as my mind traveled down the path I didn't want to journey though; Rachel. Her beautiful smile illuminated inside my head, as if she was standing right in front of me. Her emerald green eyes sparkled against any kind of lighting, as I always found them fascinating to gaze into. Her long, chocolate hair swayed from left to right, as it always looked stunning, rather it was tamed or not.

I paced faster around my bedroom, as tears began to cloud my vision, once more. Memories of hanging out with Rachel popped into my mind. Like the time when we first introduced each other to our parents, to the time I took her out to dinner and gave her a beautiful necklace for Christmas, to taking her to Spring Valley, with Bethany, as we went to Brianna's birthday party and city carnival.

"Rachel." I slurred, as tears began to roll down my cheeks. "We've had so many great memories. We did everything together. Everybody thought we were inseparable and I, eventually, thought the same." My sorrowful cries tainted my voice, as I balled my hands up into fists.

"Why?!" I screamed, as my feet suddenly came to a halt. "After everything we've been through, and you left me? You told me you still loved me, so why do you need time to think by yourself, when we can both handle this stuff together?"