Take Me Away |Jack Gilinsky|

Two

Done.

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May 21, 2014

2:33 PM

"Hey, look, I'm sorry about last night. Can we please talk about it sometime later today? I don't want you to be mad at me," Dylan's voice came out of Tristen's phone.

Tristen was currently sitting in her bed, eating ice cream while wearing an oversized hoodie and running shorts. She didn't care that her hair was in a mess; she just didn't care, because it seemed like nobody cared about her. Her boyfriend had cheated on her, her best friend left her under the tree where she fell asleep last night, and her parents hadn't even bothered to come up and check on her.

But worst of all, her brother wasn't there to comfort her.

She threw her phone on the ground, hoping that the message would just go away. Tristen knew good and well that it wouldn't, but it doesn't hurt to hope, right?

Sighing, she fell back against the pillows on her bed. Her ceiling suddenly became interesting, so she studied that while she thought about what she should do next. Should she go meet with Dylan and listen to what he had to say, or should she just call him and tell him off?

Reluctantly she got up and grabbed her phone. Dialing the familar number, she held the phone up to her ear.

"Um, yeah. I guess we can meet up. When and where?"

///

She didn't bother to change her clothes; she shouldn't put in any effort to see the boy that had been cheating on her for the past year. As the park came into view, she started getting second thoughts. What if he wants to get back together? What if he tries to hurt me?

Pushing the thoughts to the back of her head, she walked over to the bench that Dylan was sitting on. She sat on the opposite end quietly, waiting for him to say something. It was his fault they were having to do this, he should at least make an effort to say something to her.

He sighed and turned to her. She was just as beautiful now as she was last night when she was dancing and laughing, having the time of her life. Why did he hurt her like he did? She doesn't deserve it, and he knows it.

"Look, ba--uh, Tristen. I don't know why I did what I did. At the time, it just seemed like a fun thing to do," he began.

Anger bubbled inside her. "Oh really? It seemed like a fun thing to do for a year?"

"Let me speak, dammit!" He ran his hands through his hair. "Yeah, I realize that it was a stupid thing to do, now that I see how much it hurt you. I never meant for it to get that out of hand, or even let it go on for that long. Look, I'm sorry. I really am," he paused. "So...friends?" He cracked a small smile.

Tristen laughed coldly. "Aw, that's cute. You feel bad about it now that you see how much it hurt me. And you even have the nerve to ask me to be friends after all that shit you did? You're pathetic," she stood up. "Have a nice life, Dylan. Don't talk to me ever again."

With that, she got up and walked away from the boy who she had loved for three years.

///

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry!"

"Mom, it's fine. It was for the best, anyway," Tristen sighed. "I'll get over it eventually."

Mrs. Hyatt went over to hug her daughter. "We'll do anything you want to do. Just you and me, tomorrow. It'll be a mommy-daughter date thing!" Tristen laughed. "Thanks, mom."

The front door slammed open and James Hyatt walked in. "Linda! I hope you're happy!" he yelled, causing Tristen to flinch.

"Honey, what do you mean?" Linda asked nervously. This was not the time.

"I signed the fuckin' divorce papers today! I'm getting the last of my stuff now and I'm getting the hell away from you!"

Tristen jumped out of her chair. "What the actual hell, you guys!? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Honey, please," her mom started.

"Save it. Why didn't you tell me that y'all are getting a divorce? I have a right to know, I am your only child!"

Her mom broke down in tears. "Yes you are, and I hate that I didn't tell you sooner. I...I just thought that if I waited and told you after your dad left that it would be easier on you. I didn't expect you to find out like this," she spat out, turning to James. "Get your things and leave. You're not welcome here anymore."

"Fine," he said. "I don't wanna be welcome here since my son isn't either!"

Tristen tackled him. "Don't you say a damn thing about my brother! He was just as welcome here as you were!" She slapped him. "Get your stuff and get the fuck out of this house. Never talk to me or my mom ever again." She got up and walked to the door, holding it open for her dad to go out.

"Tristen, I'm sorry," he said.

"Fuck you," she growled.

///

One ring....two....three....

"Hello?"

"It's Tris. We need to talk."

"I'm on my way."

sotc: Done. // The Band Perry