Xander

Rumors are Rollercoasters (12)

Right when I get home, I head straight upstairs, knowing that no one will stop me to ask me where I've been- though my mother knew- and that no one would tell me they have been worried sick about me. I try and not let it get to me as I walk into my room. I lay my bag containing my new blue lava lamp on my bed and shrug off my leather jacket as I hum one of my favorite songs.

        I kick off my shoes and think about what I should do first. After I change, I hook up my lamp on my bedside table and smile at the thought of Kyle sticking it in my face when we were in the store and exclaiming, "This is the one!"

        I sigh happily, then pull out my homework and start to work on it. Halfway through, I get a text. I reluctantly pick up my cell and slide my thumb across the text from an unknown number.

        Meet me at your Aunt Amelia's tree at eleven tonight. I want to talk.

                                        Xander

My breathing quickens and my palms get sweaty as I slowly type him a reply. Without thinking twice, I send it.

        Sorry. I'm not up for listening to lies.

I expect it to make me feel better, but I feel as if I just sunk deeper. He doesn't take even a minute to reply.

        For you to think that of me is actually surprising. Because I never lied.

My mouth gapes open as I realize he's denying the truth. Of course he lied.

        You did. You lied to me. Now if you can't see that, then you are completely oblivious to what actually happened.

That is what happened. I never lied.

        You did.

I didn't. . .

        If you say it happened differently, you must've been having another conversation with another Abigail because you lied.

How'd I lie? What did I say that was untruthful?

        I stare at his questions and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. How did he lie? You want to know. Well, I'm tired of hiding what I've been feeling since Monday.

 

You lied when you told me you would always be there. That you would always be my rock, my life raft.

This time it takes longer for him to respond, but when he does, I clench the phone in anger.

And you promised me that you would always get me. And yet here we are.

    Without thinking twice, I turn off my phone, and grasp it tightly. Before thinking it over, I scream in frustation and throw it across the room. He has some nerve to try and turn this on me.

        I abandon my homework and slip on my shoes again before grabbing my jacket and sprinting down the stairs.

        "Abigail!"

I halt at the front door with my hand grasping the doorknob tightly. I glance behind my shoulder and sigh heavily as I spot my mother standing in the kitchen doorway. She stands straight with her head held a little high, but I notice her posture's a little stiff.