The Player Broke My Leg

Chapter 22

A little under a week had past since Evan walked out the door. Every time I would call him, his phone went directly to voicemail. After several times of getting no answer, I stopped calling. It was clear that Evan no longer wanted any thing to do with me, and I didn't blame him. It was stupid of me to believe anything anything that Jasper said, and it was stupid of me to keep all of those notes in a box. I should have just thrown those away when I found them in my locker.

Jasper occasionally would knock on the door, but I wouldn't answer. He would call out to me, begging me to open the door. That was the last thing I was going to do though. He was even desperate enough to tap on the window at night since the light in my room proved I was on there.

I have not left the house once over the past few days. The only time I saw sunlight was when I cracked the front door open just enough to get the mail from the mailbox. It was a good thing that I went shopping before everything had happened. I wasn't in the mood to do anything pr go anywhere.

As I sat there on the couch shoving potato chips into me mouth, I couldn't help but think of all the things that had gone wrong in my life. Which seemed like almost everything. There was not one good thing about my life that I could think of, really. Sure I was happy when I was with Evan, but now those memories were tainted with him leaving.

My mother has not called, and I was glad about it. She was off lately, and I had no idea why. It was never this bad before. She wasn't a great mother, but there was nothing I could do. I was stuck in this house until I turned eighteen and I turned seventeen in just a few days. There was a whole year between me and my freedom.

My father didn't call as well, but that was to be expected. He was too busy with his new family to care about me. For all I knew, my father must have realized my mom was crazy and he decided to get the heck out of there before she dragged him down. If that was true, the fact that he left me behind kind of stung.

When I reached the bottom of that potato chip bag, my mouth was instantly dry from all the sodium I had just consumed. I glanced over to see that the bottle of water I had been drinking out of was empty, and I couldn't help but groan to myself. I didn't want to move much today, and the shower I had taken this morning really drained my energy.

With a sign, I reached over to grab my crutches. Since I had been careless with my movements over the last few days, large black and blue marks started to appear on my arms. They weren't exactly comfortable, but the pain was bearable.

The kitchen looked like an episode of hoarders. Dishes were piled up, and opened mail was scattered around the counters. Doing dishes was the last thing on my mind at the moment. She would get to it eventually, or maybe I'll just throw all of them away.

When I started to drink from a new bottle of water I had pulled out of the fridge, the sound of the front door opening caught my attention. No one should be entering my house at three in the afternoon, and my first thought was that Jasper might have swiped the spare key from his mom and used it to get in. My blood started to boil in anger, and I immediately threw the water bottle in the near by sink before I high tailed it to the front of the house. However, I stopped short when I saw someone else standing in my doorway.

It was a man that I had never seen before. He wore a neat black suit, and his curly black hair fell to his shoulders. He stood there with a suitcase in one hand, and a set of keys in another. His eyes widened in shock when he saw me standing there, but I was clearly more shocked than him.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" I said loudly in the hopes of spooking him off, but he remained silent as a confused look washed across his face.

The man turned to look over his shoulder as if there was somebody in the driveway behind him. "Honey?"

Suddenly, a woman walked in, and she looked like a complete stranger. Her hair was dyed a bright red, and her eyes were behind a large pair of sunglasses. She walked right past the man and stepped into the house. Her heels clicked loudly on the hardwood floor.