The Neighbor // H.S

Chapter Thirteen

Chelsea's POV

One Month Later

The past month living in this house was like hell. I was trying to find another place to stay all while Harry was driving me insane. Even though I had blocked his number, he still kept calling my friends numbers. He was even sending bouquets of flowers every other day. 

Today he sent a bouquet of red roses. They were sitting on the kitchen island with a note stating "I'm sorry. I would die for you. I love you." I was now packing up the stuff in the house that was mine. There wasn't much but what there was did take a few boxes. Right now I was packing up the kitchen boxes. 

Dave had been here with me almost everyday helping me pack. He was rolling up dishes in paper and going through my closet for me.

"Are you sure about this moving thing Chels?" Dave chimed in, pulling me from my thoughts.

I shook my head. He had asked me the same question for a month. Each time the answer was the same. I think there was a small part of him that wanted me to move on and make up with Harry. Maybe there was a small part of myself that wanted to do that as well. But for now, I couldn't bring myself to forgive Harry.

As if on que, Dave's phone started ringing. Of course Harry's name had flashed over the screen. I looked up at Dave, waiting to see what he was going to do.

"You need to talk to him Chels. At least tell him what you're doing." Dave pleaded, handing the phone over to me.

I took it and pushed decline call. There was no way I was going to talk to Harry. After all, he didn't tell me he was having an affair. Why should I tell him I was moving out? That made no sense. Dave's face dropped a little bit, but he didn't question my decision to not take the call. Instead he continued to pack my big china bowl in the box in front of him.

We stayed in the house packing for a total of thirty more minutes before Dave left for work. I sighed and just looked around the house with all the boxes. It was so empty, yet still filled with so many memories of me and Harry that I wasn't ready to let go. I took another look at the bouquet of roses before wiping a tear from my face.

I needed to get some fresh air. I decided to head up stairs and put on my exercise cloths. I might as well get back into running. I had stopped when Harry and I got together because I was always in the gym with him. 

I walked over to the closet and rant through the few clothes I still had left that were out of the boxes. I decided to pull on a pair of my Fabletics leggings and a Tommy Hilfiger sports bra. I laced up my sneakers and grabbed my phone. I wanted to be in a kind of translucent world, so I put on some Weeknd music before I walked out of the house.

I started with a light jog. I ran past the houses in the neighborhood. There were kids playing outside and people just enjoy each others time. As I started to let my mind wonder, I started to think about Harry. That just made we want to run faster. To run away from everything. Before I knew it, I was full on sprinting down the streets. 

I turned off the sidewalk to go to the other side of the road, but was cut off my the screeching of car brakes. A white Lexus was mere inches from running me over. I tore the earbuds from my ears and looked up at the driver. She was a younger black woman. Maybe 25. She had curly hair that was a shade of blue or green. She was beautiful, but her facial expression said other wise about her character. 

"Get out of the way!" She yelled at me before she sped around me.

I flinched a little. I was surprised at how rude she was to me. I looked around to see if anyone else had seen what had happened. No one had. I decided to turn back around and go home. I had already ran a good amount. I put my earbuds back in my ears and took off down the street.