What's Left of Me

8.

Ava's pov

When we got back to my house we took the groceries in. I cheered myself up by making myself and Brandon a bowl of fruit loops for dinner. We ended up sitting in the living room eating our dinner and I sat on the floor by the tv, looking through the movies.

"Mean girls?" I asked holding up the movie. He laughed.
"Only you would pick that movie out," he said.
"I'll take that as a yes," I said putting the movie in the DVD player.

About half way through the movie we were on our third bowl of fruit loops when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," I said setting down my bowl and getting up. The doorbell rang again and I quickly opened the door. It was Pricilla.

"There you are, I've been texting you and trying to call you," she said stepping inside. Shit.
"Yeah sorry my phone is upstairs," I said.
"Well-," she started and then stopped. I turned around and Brandon and turned back to Pricilla.
"So this is what you've been doing? You've been blowing me off for him?!" She said.
"Pricilla," I started.
"No, it's fine Ava I get it," she angrily said and then walked out the door. I closed my eyes.
"Why are you friends with her?" Brandon asked. I turned to him.
"What?"
"Ava you're so much better than her! She's a stuck up bitch who doesn't care about anyone but herself," he said. Yeah, well so was I.
"I think you should leave Brandon," I said. He nodded.
"Yeah, maybe I should," He said walking past me out the door.

Yeah, I felt bad after Pricilla and Brandon left. Hell, I felt like crap. What am I even doing with my life? I'm sitting on the couch trying to finish Mean Girls, but it's not the same without Brandon. I grab the remote and switch the tv off. The house was deadly silent and I almost wanted to scream just so the silence would go away, but the doorbell beat me to it.

Brandon's pov

When I got home I slammed the front door and started to go upstairs.

"Brandon?"

"Yeah mom?" I said pausing on the stairs.

"You got a package, I put it in the garage," she said.

"Thanks mom," I said going back down the stairs to the garage. I shut the door behind me and walked over to the package on my work bench. I grabbed a pocket knife and ripped open the package. It was the part I had been waiting for. I smiled and grabbed some tools out of my drawer and carried the package over to my car. I popped open the hood and got to work.

Ava's pov

For a second a part of me thought it was Brandon. Maybe I was hoping it was Brandon. I opened the door to Jesica. she had red puffy eyes and she was crying. My lips parted.

"Jes," I said pulling her into a hug. "Come inside," I said moving her inside the foyer and shutting the door behind her. She cried harder.

"I'm sorry Ava," she sobbed.

"For what?" I said moving her hair out of her face.

"Lying to you." I pulled her into another hug. "Can we sit down?" she asked. I nodded against her shoulder and we walked to the living room together. Once we sat down I handed her a box of tissues.

"You could have told me," I said.

"I was scared, Ava. I was scared of what you would think." She wiped her eyes. "I'm mean Pricilla would probably never talk to me ever again if she found out." She's probably right about that.

"Jesica, I would never judge you, just like you never judge me. You didn't stop talking to me or hate me when I started talking to Brandon or when I came back after the summer as a changed person. You and Melody are the only ones who haven't judged me for that." She smiled as tears fell from her eyes.

"Thank you Ava. You won't tell anyone right?" I nodded.

"Of course," I assured. "So, what's her name?" I curiously asked.

"Samara, she goes to a different school."

"How did you guys meet?"

"Over the summer, we met at a coffee shop," she smiled like she was reliving the memory.

"Well, I would love to meet her," I said. She smiled and hugged me.

"Pricilla called me," She said wiping her tears. I sighed. Of course she did.

"And what did she say?" I asked.

"She's really mad and she hates Brandon."

"Well, that sounds like a personal problem," I said leaning back on the couch. She laughed.

"So, did you guys hang out all day?" she asked. I nodded. "Have you kissed him?"

"Jesica! No! It's not like that."

"Sure." She said giving me a doubtful look.

Just then I heard a loud noise that came from outside. It sounded like a door slamming. I quickly got up and went to the window. I heard yelling and then I saw Brandon and his dad standing in the driveway. His dad came closer to him and started yelling again and then swung his fist at him. Brandon fell to the ground. I ran from the window and through open the front door and ran outside.

"Stop!" I screamed. This got his attention. He lowered his fist and looked at me.

"Or what?" He growled. I looked at Brandon who's lip was bleeding.

"I'll call the police!" I warned. He sort of laughed and turned back to Brandon. I thought he was about to hit him again, but he didn't. Instead he walked over to his car. I felt Jesica grab me arm and pull me back to the house. I turned away from Brandon just as I heard tires screeching. Brandon's dad was gone. Jesica shut the door and looked at me.

"Ava, what just happened?" she asked.

"He has an abusive father." I said swallowing the lump in my throat.

"You really care about him, don't you?" She asked. I didn't answer.

"Do you want to spend the night?" I asked. She slowly nodded.

Later we both sat in my room and ate the ice cream Brandon and I bought at the store. We were laying on my bed with only my light on my vanity on. It felt peaceful as we both devoured our ice cream. An hour later we both fall asleep but I wake up because I hear something coming from downstairs. I slowly sat up and got out of my bed. I opened the door and peered into the hallway.

"Hello?" I walked towards the stairs and looked down into the foyer. When I got downstairs there was no one there. I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it up with water and went back upstairs to bed.

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