Opposites Attract

Chapter Nineteen: Party?

It's been three days since my breakdown. My hands were all cut and bruised, wrapped up in bandaged that Logan applied that night.

I laid there on my bed, remembering what had happened after putting my fists into the shattered glass repeatedly.

He pulled me away from the blood covered glass, yelling at me to stop as he held me in his arms.

He gently wiped my tears away and then took a look at my battered hands. Taking his shirt off quickly, he wrapped it around my hands to stop the bleeding before taking me upstairs to clean my wounded knuckles.

The scene kept replaying in my head like a movie, making me want to curl up into a ball of embarrassment.

How could I let myself fall apart like that?

I turned my head to my door as I heard whispers outside, I recognised them as Logan and Zoey.

"Please, talk to her!" Logan exclaimed.

"What is even going on? She hasn't told me anything!"

"It's not my place to tell. She's upset and hasn't come out of her room for three days! She won't talk to me and barely ate anything." He sighed.

That's all it took and Zoey was storming to my room and plopped down onto my bed.

"Spill." She said.

I looked at her and didn't reply, rolling away from her. She appeared in front of my face within seconds and when she saw my sad expression she knew it was serious and took my hands in her's, sitting me up.

"What's going on, Ry?" She said softly.

I sighed, resting against the headboard and began my long explanation. I talked about my father's sudden distance and the sudden arguing, the mean looks, ect. Then as the recent events resurfaced, my stomach twisted as I remembered my mother's drunken state as she yelled at me about the divorce. Lastly, how my father left without a word.

She pulled me into a hug as I was crying once again and rubbed my back soothingly.

"I thought we were closer than that you know? I thought I deserved at least a goodbye! How was it so easy to leave his daughter? Do I not mean anything?" My voice broke at the last part.

I groaned angrily as I swiped away my tears

"I'm so sick of crying!"

She grabbed my hand softly and pulled it away from my face and said, "Then stop."

I looked at her with a confused expression as she continued talking.

"Why should you be sitting here miserable and he's out there doing whatever! You deserve better!"

"I know, but it hurts." I mumbled.

"I understand that, but he's an asshole. If he doesn't care enough to say goodbye then why should you care. He doesn't deserve it."

I smiled slightly, nodding as she went on.

"When he comes back, asking for forgiveness then you can show him how you're doing great without him. He's your dad and you'll always need him around, but not living with him won't be that bad. You'll still see him. Probably just as much as you did when he lived here."

I nodded, smiling as I pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you." I mumbled into her brown hair.

"Anytime you need my words of wisdom, I'm only one call away." She beamed.

"I'll keep that in mind." I sniffled, wiping away the rest of the tears.

"How about we go downstairs and get some food?" She said as she was already dragging me towards my door.