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7 / Confessions

Chapter 7: Confessions

My eyes widened as I stared at Tyler's stiff body.

When I saw him beginning to take steps towards me, I turned back to my dad's car and looked at him pleadingly. "Can I go home please?"

I didn't wait for him to respond as I opened the car door, letting myself in before closing the door. "Why?" He asked, once I've settled in.

"I don't feel well, my stomach hurts," I said quickly as I buckled my seat belt.

He slowly nodded before facing the road in front of him. "Okay," he whispered as he put his car onto drive.

Just as dad began rolling out of the parking lot, I looked out the window and saw Tyler standing at the ledge of the sidewalk, watching our car driving ahead.

My head hung low as hundreds of thoughts invaded my head. I tried to control my breathing as I clenched my shirt in a tight hold.

"Do you want me to pick up some medicine for you before I go to work?" Dad asked once he was parked in our driveway a few minutes later.

I shook my head. "No. Thanks for letting me stay home," I said as I began unbuckling my seat belt.

Right when I was about to leave his car, he stopped me with a hold on my upper arm. "I know I'm not a girl, but I remember how your mother used to be during her... moments. Chicken noodle soup used to help her. We have boxes in the lower cupboard by the sink," he said, smiling softly at the memory of mom.

I smiled sadly, and nodded. "Thanks dad," I whispered before heading out of the car.

When I opened the front door with my keys, I heard dad reversing out of the driveway behind me. Once his car was driving away, I closed the door and ran upstairs to my bedroom.

I got inside quickly, and closed the door roughly before throwing my bag on the floor next to my night stand.

Without thinking twice, I opened the first drawer on my nightstand once I was sitting on the ledge of the bed and pulled out the first photo I saw.

A soft smile grew on my lips at the sight of Tyler and I hugging, and I lied back as I stared at my ceiling, thinking about how I should even begin to talk to him.

It shouldn't be this hard, but every time I'm near him, it feels like my heart is dragging me behind.

I didn't even realize I was clenching our photo hard to my chest until the sound of my phone ringing erupted from the inside of my bag.

Quickly, I rushed to my bag and pulled out my phone — but not before shoving the photo of Tyler and I back into my drawer.

"Hello," I said breathlessly once I've answered.

"Hi sweetie, I just got a phone call from one of your mom's old friends. She just heard we were in town and invited us for dinner on Saturday," dad said through the other line, and I slowly nodded.

"Okay," I said slowly. "Do I know this friend?"

"No, I don't think so. Your mom was friends with her back in high school," he said, and I could imagine him smiling again.

I was nodding, but remembered that he couldn't see me, so I replied. "Well, I can't wait to meet her then."

He stayed silent for a few more seconds. "I just parked in front of my office, I'll see you later on tonight," he said, and I threw a goodbye to him before hanging up.

When I left the phone on the empty space next to me, I began rubbing my right ring figure with my thumb and index finger on my other hand as I stared at a photo across my room.