MY SO-CALLED LIFE [SLOWLY BEING EDITED]

CHAPER 22

[A/N: Sorry this chapter is a bit short. I'll try and make it up on the next one.]

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CHAPTER 22

After my fight with Brandon, I decided to pack my things and go back to the place where I once called home. I wanted to wait for Brandon to get home before I leave at least thank him for everything but as I check the time it is now 2 a.m and he's still not here. Carmen is already as sleep so I just decided to write him a note and leave it on his bed.

Brandon,

By the time you get this note I'll be gone. I wanted you to know how truly sorry I am for everything I did. Know in your heart that I didn't do it purposely. I left because I didn't want to be a burden anymore. I will forever be thankful for everything you did, and if there's anyway I can repay you, I will. I understand if you don't ever want to speak to me again, nobody wants to be friends with a liar. For whatever's worth, again I am really truly deeply sorry.

love,
Angela

After writting the note, I set it on his bed and picked up my phone and dialed the number for a cab.

A few minutes later the cab pulled on the driveway, I wheeled my luggage downstairs carefully without waking up Carmen and locked the door behind me. I sat inside the cab while the driver puts my luggages inside the trunk. I looked at his house one more time before we left.

I am really going to miss living here. This is the only place I ever experienced happiness since my mom died. I took a one quick glance at the house and we left. I wiped the tears that escaped my eyes.

It didn't take long for the drive, the driver  parked the cab along the driveway. I looked at my house and noticed one thing, the lights are on. That means two things, either my brother is home or my dad is home.

I shook the thoughts away then I got out of the cab to grab my things. I stood in front of my house and stared at it for a minute. I took a deep breathe before I unlock the front door.

As soon as I opened the door, bad memories from this house hit me like a ton of bricks. Remembering where my father used to beat me up, were I was raped. I blinked back the tears trying to escape.

I dragged all my luggage inside the house and lock the door behind me. I went upstairs to start unpacking my clothes. After unpacking, I decided take a much needed shower.

BRANDON'S P.O.V

I left the house after my huge argument with Angela. I can't really look at her right now. I still can't believe she lied to me, she got me fooled for two weeks, thinking that she was still suffering from her temporary amnesia.

I know I lied to her as well, but it's like I did mines to hurt her. In fact, I was completely against it in the first place. Patrick was the one that kept on insisting I do it.

I checked my time and it is now 2:30 a.m Angela should be asleep. This is the best time to go home since I won't have to talk to her.

I drove home from my friend's house where I stayed while trying to cool my head from earlier's event. I parked my car on an empty spot on my driveway, then got out of the car dragging my feet inside the house.

I'm not really looking forward on seeing her, I don't know what to say if ever she tries to talk to me. I went upstairs and into my room. After opening the door, I noticed that she's not here. Huh?! I checked the bathroom, not their. Checked the other room, she's still not their. I shrugged not really caring right at the moment since I'm still mad at her.

As I sit on my bed I then noticed a piece of paper sitting on top of my pillow with my name on it. I stook a deep breathe and slow opened the note.

Brandon,

By the time you get this note I'll be gone. I wanted you to know how truly sorry I am for everything I did. Know in your heart that I didn't do it purposely. I left because I didn't want to be a burden anymore. I will forever be thankful for everything you did, and if there's anyway I can repay you, I will. I understand if you don't ever want to speak to me again, nobody wants to be friends with a liar. For whatever's worth, again I am really truly deeply sorry.

love,
Angela

She left! She actually left! I don't know if I should be happy or sad or even mad at the moment.  Happy because right now I don't want to talk to her, sad because she didn't really have to leave and mad because if her so-called father comes back I won't be with her to protect her.