I arrive at my new house around 11:00 that night, walking in the front door hoping to evade my mother.
"Just where were you at young lady" I hear her voice coming from behind me.
I turn around slowly "I was at a restaurant" I say fidgeting with my keys.
"Addison it's 11:00 you curfew was an hour ago" she says.
"That was Miami what kind of trouble can I get into in the middle of nowhere" I snap back at my mom stomping up the stairs.
"Addison Natalie Daniels this conversation is not over" she yells after me.
I ignore her walking upstairs and opening the door that says Addie on the outside. I see a bed made with University of Miami Sheets with pictures of David and I hung on the walls and sitting on my dresser.
Then I see the brand new volleyball sitting in the box on the floor next to my dresser. I walk over and pick it up, the soft leather of the ball feels familiar and I pull it out of the box. I toss it up in the air and set it to myself, it comes as a second nature to me.
I lay down on my bed softly setting the ball up in the air. But the memory is too over whelming. All of the sudden I am in that gym again. The crowd roaring but I lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling.
I can still feel the pain in my ankle and my knee. I can still feel the trainer brushing the bangs away from my face trying to get me to respond to him. But, I couldn't. I was in shock from the injury.
Placed in a coma that was brought on by pure fear.
I let the ball fall onto my chest and let it roll down onto the floor.
I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of my Pajama pants and pull on a tank top. I lay down on my bed and take my hair out of the bun that it was in, I lay my head down on my pillow and pull my knees up close to my chest. I lay on top of my blankets feeling the soft fabric in between my fingers that's when I feel my phone buzz.
"Hey T" I say.
"Hey Addie how are you holding up?" Taylor asks.
"I've been better" I say laughing softly.
"David hasn't been to school since you left" she says. "This sucks" I sigh rolling over onto my side.
"What does" she asks.
"All of this you know I had a plan. I was gonna marry David we were going to Miami then we were going to move away like to California and we were going to live happily ever after".
Taylor takes a deep breath "Maybe it's not about the happy ending Addie maybe it's about the story".
"I have to go T" I say quietly.
"Okay Addie" she replies sadly. I hang up my phone and set in on my bedside table. I get up and pull back the covers. I climb underneath my blankets and pull them up to my neck. I lay on my side my hair flowing over my shoulders. I close my eyes and think of a better place. A place were David and I are as we were. A place were stories don't matter and happy endings are inevitable.
