Choices

⑥ choosing evasion

I feel a hard, wooden slap on my butt that immediatley wakes me up from my humble slummber. 

"What the he-" I look up and see Grayson's embarrassed face staring at me. 

"Umm your mom wanted me to wake you up for breakfast." I pushed myself up, rubbing my butt to ward off the pain. 

Okay this is getting out of hand. I thought to myself. Therapists said I was doing better. Why is my mom still here.

Grayson cocked his head as I pondered.

"Yeah, okay." I got up and headed to my closet scrolling through options of clothing to wear. It took me like five minutes but when I finally found something decent I started to pull up my shirt. My braclet fell off in the process. I turned to pick it up and saw that Grayson was still there. 

My shirt was pretty much off, just hanging around my neck. 

I clenched my fists."Grayson. Get. Out." I said calmly. He put up both hands defensively and winked at me, then he left my room.

I changed then ran downstairs to eat. 

Obviously Graysoon was feeling better. So I decided to go back to ignoring him. My father had already left to go to work and my mother was about to leave.

I sat at the rectangle kitchen island and ate the slice of toast that was set out for me. Grayson was in the chair next to me. 

"Bye Abbi! Bye Grayson. Let us know if you hear from your parents." My mother said as her heels stomped towards the door.

"Goodbye Ms. Pattan, will do!" Grayson responded. I didn't say anything.

She slammed the door shut and her car roared, slowly fading as she drove away. It was just me and Grayson. 

"And then there were two." He blew.

After a short moment of me ignoring him he said,

"Oops, now there's one." He chuckled as he hopped off the chair and headed towards the door.

I frowened and bit my lip, strainning to avoid asking him where he was going. But I couldn't hold it.

"Where are you going?" I caught him right before he walked out the door, as if he were waiting for me to ask.

He saluted me and said, "See ya babe." Then he left. I rolled my eyes. My phone started chiming, I quickly reached for in my pocket and saw that it was Klye.

abbss! heyyyy:)

                 -kyle

why abs?

                -abbi

haha. nice to hear from you too.

                -kyle

This is basically what my entire day looked like. I went back and forth with Kyle, which later turned into a phone call, which then turned into him forcing me to get a skype so we could video chat.

I looked at the time. It was already 3:00 PM. We started talking at 10:00 AM. Do the math.

Grayson still hadn't come home. It didn't bother me but it was weird.

More time went by. I found myself travelling from one room to another. I would find a spot that was comfortable enough and experiment different positions.

Sometime, I would just lay on my bed and aimlessly stare at the wall.

At some point Kyle stopped talking. I could hear weird voices and sounds in the background. 

"Kyle?" I said.

"Sorry Abs, I'm gonna have to call you back later." Then he hung up. I have to say I was pretty annoyed.  

Now I had nothing to do. But that's usually how my mornings go right. 

I turned my head to the left to see the small bottle sitting on my table with the words ATYPICAL written on it. My depression pills. I never took them. The doctor believes I'm getting better showing how naive some people were. 

I reached over and grabbed the bottle then got up and strolled into my bathroom. The lights were dim. I opened the bottle and poured the drugs down the sink, making sure everything went down. Then I threw the bottle into the trash. 

Laying on my bed, I begin to drift off. Then I fell asleep all at once.

When I wake up I hear voices downstairs. My clock reads 7:30. I get up and head downstair to see my parents back from work. They are laughing and talking, like they used to when I was younger. I inch my way to them, they barely even notice me until I speak.

"Why are you always here?" I directed to my mother.

"Abigal we've been meaning to-"

"It's Abbi."

"Okay, Abbi, you're father and I. We- we are getting back together."

My breathing stopped. It felt like the rope was choking me all over again. Like I was tangled in it's embrace and I had no way of getting out.

"What?" I barely coughed out. There was a lump in my throat.

I really didn't know how to feel about  this. And I didn't know if I wanted them together again.

The doorbell rang. Oh thank you. I felt relieved.

I went to the door and opened it expecting to see Grayson. And I did. His face was beat up (but not as bad as last time) and he was kind of slouching. Oh not  this again. What really shocked me though, was that Kyle was right behind him. All of a sudden I felt extremely anxious.

I opened the door wider and gestured inside.

"Uhh, come in."

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