Trust

Chapter 4

*Bailey's POV*

I can't handle my life anymore. This whole being single crap feels like absolute shit. Every song on the radio was about him, every movie on TV was about loving couples, all the food in my kitchen reminded me of him, the damn necklace I'm wearing was from him. I'm not sure why I'm still wearing it, but I don't want to take it off. Destiny is out trying to live her dream and I'm alone at home because I hate my life. I want to go do something but in a way I'm too heart broken to even breathe. Its pathetic, I've lost 7 lbs since the inccedent. I haven't been eating and if I do I puke it up. I'm tired more than usual and just plain lethargic.

Destiny came home later with the biggest smile on her face. She made it. I was super happy for her, but my sadness was over powering, I tried to keep a smile on my face. She noticed but I brushed it off that I was tired. I sat there half listening to how her day went. She made dinner and we sat at the table and ate. Well, I more so picked at my food. I still wasn't in the mood. I felt bad that she does so much for me, especially now that I'm incapable of anything because I'm depressed. Destiny was washing the dishes as I sat on the couch scrolling on Twitter. She trotted over to the couch and hugged me. Honestly I didn't want to be touched and I made a face while she wasn't looking, but I let her hug me. Then she let go and starred at me with the stupidest smile.

"What?" I looked at her annoyed.

"We're going out tomorrow. I have a surprise."

"No we're not. I'm not in the mood."

"You don't have a choice, you're going whether you like it or not. We'll leave at 1."

"But-"

"No butts! You're goooinnnggg!" she sing-songed as she skipped to her room with her phone in hand.

I hate her. I really hate her. I'm not going, she can't make me. I don't wanna go, I ain't gonna go. I got up to go take a long shower, I needed to relax. The hot water ran down my shoulders and instantly relaxed me as the steam built up in the bathroom. Soft music was playing on Pandora. I closed my eyes as I let the heat consume my worries and the raspy voice of Harry Styles' singing calm me. Yes, I'm 18 and still love One Direction. If you have a problem you can leave because I don't have time for critism right now. I wouldn't say I'm one of those crazy fans who follow their every move and knows their blood types, but I really do love them. And I mean come on, they're babes. After my shower I crawled into my bed and snuggled under the blankets. My phone was plugged in the charger with the ear buds in my ears. I grabbed my book and began to quietly read myself to sleep.

I rubbed my tired eyes and starred at my ceiling. I'm not even sure what exactly I'm thinking about. I just starred. After about 5 minutes of starring and slow blinking I flopped my hand over my phone on the night stand and unplugged it from the charger. It was 10:27 and I was starving. I really was in the mood for Cinnabon. I don't know what it was about day 8 of being single, but I was for once hungry. I flung the blankets off my body and lied there lazily. After another sluggish 5 minutes I got up and got ready. I did my make up for the first time in a while and curled my hair nicely. I wore light skinny jeans and a white Cami. I threw an oversized, olive green knit cartigan over the cami and put on two long necklaces to dress it up a bit. I wanted simple so I put big pearls on the first piercings and diamonds on the second. After grabbing my keys I slipped on my white Vans and when off.

When I came back Destiny was awake and sitting on the couch. I could tell she hasn't eaten yet, which is good because I bought her Cinnabonn and Starbucks too.

"Here you go." I smiled and placed her drink and Cinnabon on the table.

"Aww, you got me food? I love you so much!"