Beyond the Reasons || JUSTIN FOLEY

Eight

FLASHBACK
BRYCE WALKER'S HOUSE
THIRD PERSON'S POV

Ani Achola was seen coming down the stairs of Bryce's house as the doorbell rang. Outside of the door was Imogen Jensen, much to Bryce's surprise, and seeing that he had a guest, Ani stayed hidden, but of course listened in on the conversation, and she heard Bryce speak.

"Um, I guess we could. .-We could talk in here." He said, leading Imogen into the common room, and he pointed to a chair. "Uh, do you wanna sit down? I could get you a drink, or. ." Bryce said, and Imogen shook her head.

"No, thank you." She said to the drink, but both she and Bryce sat down on opposite couches, well, Imogen sat down on the armrest of the couch opposite to Bryce, as Ani stayed on the staircase that was near the main living room and stayed out of sight. She could see Bryce from where she was, but not Imogen.

"I came because I wanted you to know that. . um, I'm doing really great." The brunette said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"That's great to hear." Bryce said back to her. He wasn't sure where this conversation was going to go, he was honestly surprised that Imogen came over at all.

"I mean, it's taken me a while, because for a long time I thought there was something in me that was, like. . permanently broken. ." Imogen said, trailing off a little, and Bryce stumbled over his words.

"I. .-I don't know what to say." He said.

"Yeah, clearly. But I don't need you to say anything. I just need you to know that you didn't break me. Or, I guess the parts that you did break, I'm rebuilding them and they'll be stronger than they were ever before." Imogen said, and Bryce nodded his head.

"Okay." Bryce said, and Imogen raised an eyebrow.

"Okay?" She asked, her voice getting a little more harsh.

"What do you want me to say? It. .-" Imogen cut him off.

". .-I want you to say. .-I want you to know what you did. Everything you fucking did. To me, freshman and sophomore year. To Hannah, to Jessica, to Chloe, and who the fuck knows who else." Imogen snapped.

"I know what I did." Bryce said.

"You have no fucking idea!" Imogen snapped back at him, the anger apparent in her voice.

"I went too far." Bryce said, shaking his head, and leaving his voice calm.

"You're a fucking psychopath! I mean, you destroyed lives." She said.

"I hope that's not true." Bryce said, shaking his head, which only set Imogen off even more.

"You destroyed our friendship and because what? You couldn't keep your fucking dick in your pants! I was Justin's girlfriend, and you were supposed to be his best friend! You were supposed to be my best friend!" Imogen yelled. Then she took a deep breath to calm herself down before standing from the armrest and walking slightly closer to Bryce. "I'm the president of the student body now, did you know that?" She asked.

"I heard about that, yeah. Congrats." Bryce said, nodding his head.

"I have a family who are fucking amazing. My friends are amazing. I have a. . a friend who cares about me and treats me really well." Imogen said, and Bryce looked up at her.

"I'm happy for you, truly. I only want the best for you, Imogen." Bryce said, and Imogen laughed a little before sitting down on the coffee table in front of the couch that Bryce was sitting on.