A Good Day to Remember (unedited)

Chapter Twelve - May 24th, 2019 - Mollie

Today's my last day of high school.

I've gotten back in the mindset of "let's get the fuck out of North Brooks". I've finished that song and it's fixed me.

Especially after the incident at Prom. Sebastien fucking relapsed and started to talk to Megann and them again and I'm not fucking happy with him.

I had worked so hard to help him. I had worked so hard to get him away from all kinds of bad shit because I did not want him to end up like me. I did not want him to end up as messed up as I was. I did not want him to go to a dark place again.

Dark places suck. I know. I've been in my fair share of them.

Honestly, I think I'm more disappointed in him now than I was when he first started getting into that crap. Like I was disappointed then, and my dad was disappointed then, but I'm definitely even more disappointed now.

Tonight though, I also have my last North Brooks concert. I'm excited.

Dad rented the the high school auditorium, because it's my last day in high school, why not make it last? It's going to be really nice and we've sold so many tickets already.

It's going to be the first performance of "Goodbye", the song I've been working on and that I've finished, which means it's possible that it's the last time Sebastien will speak to me, which I've become more and more okay with.

I don't know whether or not he can tell that I've been distancing myself and figuring out how to protect myself when I leave him. Blake and Jasper have noticed, and I begged them not to tell Sebastien. They haven't, from what I know. I'm just trying to get out of North Brooks. I know I'm going to hurt them, but I'm saving myself.

When I was in counseling, after everyone decided I was crazy for saying that Sebastien accidentally raped me, I was still very much in love with him. And my therapist asked why. I couldn't answer. I haven't been able to answer.

I've been thinking about this for the past month, and I think it's time for me to let go. High school relationships tend not to work out.

"Dad," I knock on the door of his classroom; I have twenty minutes before class starts, "I need help." And then I walk in, sit down on his extra spinny chair, and burst into tears.

This is why I wear waterproof mascara and eyeliner about seventy-five percent of the time. I will have days where I'm so happy that I cry. Or important days.

"What happened, Mollie? Who do I need to suspend?"

"No one, Dad. I need help because I'm going to break up with Sebastien tonight. Before we go on tour, and if they cancel me as their opener, it's okay, but I can't be in this relationship." I mutter, running my fingers through my hair. "My feelings for him aren't as strong as I thought." And I get that look. The "I told you so" look. "I know I've told you that, but I'm doing it tonight. And I need help. I need assurance that it would all be okay."

I need someone to stand by me, and I don't know if any of Dreams of the Dead will keep talking to me after I break up with Sebastien, so I really need my dad.

"Thanks for letting me know. I'll stock up on ice cream." I know he feels bad for me, but there's something in his voice that has the "I fucking told you so" in it, and that makes me smile. He was right, and he knows he was right. "You should always listen to your dad."

"No need to gloat. Never act on year-old feelings." I sigh, as Blake walks into the room. Jazz must have gotten out several minutes early, if he's here this early.

I shouldn't have said "yes" to the second chance. There are times I'm glad I did, but it wasn't the right decision. Not for me. I don't think it's going to help my career at all.