"I'm so sorry. I think that was my fault, I can talk to him. If u want." Eddie said.
"No. It's not your fault. It's his. We came here to get something to eat. Let's do that." I said.
"Okay, whatever you want." He said.
I ordered a chicken burger and a milkshake. I eat my feelings sometimes. Okay all the time. I don't even know what I'm feeling. I feel angry, stupid, and upset. Maybe I do know what I'm feeling.
"Are you okay? I'm really worried. You went through a lot." Eddie said sweetly.
"I'm fine. Are you going to finish your burger?" I asked slightly embarrassed of what I just said.
"No, do you want it?" he said.
"Yes." I said and grabbed the burger from across the table. "We should probably go. I have to get home." I said.
"That's cool. We'll go." he answered. "Wait, You should finish your water. I don't want you to get dehydrated."
I finished my water and realized that I just devoured a meal and a half. We got into the car and left.
"Are you okay?" Eddie asked me. It was clear that he didn't know what to say.
"Yeah, I just need to get home." I said.
"So is he that rude to you all the time or just today?" He asked.
I didn't answer. I honestly didn't know what to say. One minute Jonah was sweet and the next he was a dick. But I loved that about him. I liked the fact that he's straightforward and doesn't give a shit about what people think.
"He's an asshole. I don't know why you put up with that for so long." Eddie spits.
"Okay look. I know that he isn't the best person and I'm sorry for what happened at the restaurant but you have no right to talk about him like that. He has a lot going on." I yell.
"Why are you defending him?" Eddie asks in confusion.
I restrained from answering his question. I tried to think of a decent response. Is there really an excuse I can give for Jonah treating me like shit? I just stayed quiet as we entered my development. I would be home soon and be free of all my problems.
"Bye I guess." Eddie said as he pulled up on my driveway.
"Thank you for the ride. And as for me defending him, it's instinct. I've defended him since I was eight years old. I can't not defend him." I said.
"I just don't understand why you're still defending him." Eddie said.
"Okay I just told you why. So back off." I said as I got out of the car.
"I'm sorry. If you want to stay at my house or something you can? What you're going through can't be easy." Eddie said.
"Thanks for everything. I think I'll just go home. Goodnight." I said. I unlocked the door and went inside. Nobody was home. I wasn't surprised. I went straight up to the bathroom. I paced around for a while and stopped in front of the mirror. I stared at myself with the same disappointment I always felt when I look in the mirror. I grabbed a toothbrush from inside the cabinet. I slowly shoved it down my mouth farther and farther. I finally felt relief. I looked up at the mirror feeling a little less disappointed. I walked downstairs feeling a little sick. I looked out the window and saw Eddie walking towards the house. I opened the door and felt something push my body forward. I fell into Eddie; my vision went from blurry to black in an instant. I heard Eddie yelling my name and soon that stopped too.
