Chapter Two- After.
-Of Denial.
“It was fun while it lasted right? See you around.”
It was the same from the start. I knew. I always freaking knew. But knowing and accepting were two different things and I just wasn’t ready to accept it. I wasn’t before or after.
He was the first person to not look at me like a freak the first time we met. He understood and never judged. He didn’t laugh when I embarrassed myself or got angry when I bailed because I was too scared.
He understood.
At least I thought he did.
“Cassandra, honey please, talk to me,” my mom begged from the other side of the door that I kept locked. My mother had no idea where she had put all the extras keys for the house; she couldn’t get in even if she tried.
“Honey I understand that this is hard for you but maybe talking about it would be easier.”
Taking, the one thing I’ve always had a problem with.
When the other kids were making friends on the playground and having fun I was playing by myself with a doll in the classroom. I couldn’t go up to kids and speak to them, I was always afraid to be laughed at.
If our parents hadn’t push Carly and I together when we were thirteen and she was new in town I would still be a friendless freak.
Maybe I was.
Now that I think about it if I never met Carly I would never have been on the beach that fateful day in July and I never would have met him.
It should have been a good thought, never meeting him but it wasn’t. It was the worst thing I have ever thought and I felt guilty. Why? I had no idea.
I’m the one who just got into a major fight with her boyfriend. We never fought like this before, sure we bickered about nonsense like music and TV shows and there was that time when he got angry because I didn’t like hanging with his friends but other than that we were happy.
Happy?
What is happy? I’m not sure. Before him I never actually felt truly happy before. I’ve always thought I was happy but I wasn’t and he made me realize that. I found myself smiling often and then all the time, I laughed and had fun. Now that’s all gone.
No.
No.
He cares about me, he’s just confused. He’ll show up and we’ll watch our shows and listen music and have fun like we do every Friday.
Friday’s our night and Saturday it’s his friends and him.
He’ll be here.
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He didn’t show up. Not a call or a text message for not coming. Maybe it was a given, we were fighting at the moment but I didn’t know. I’ve never had a relationship before.
To James:
Are you coming over?
I sent the text and waited for a reply. It didn’t come until one hour and thirty seven minutes after.
From James:
No. Why would I? We broke up Cass.
The words were a shocking revelation and I found myself re-reading it.
We. Broke. Up.
Why do they say we? We didn’t break up; you broke up with me and left my heart in shatters were more like it. This wasn’t my choice, this was yours.
To James:
We didn’t break up. You’re just confused. Just come over and we can talk, please James.
I clutched the phone to my chest and waited for a text to come through, for the little noise to sound. Then it started ringing.
“James,” I whispered.
“Hey Cassie. I’m sorry okay? I’m so sorry but you need to listen to me-” he started to speak but was suddenly cut off by an oddly familiar voice.
“James, babe I thought we came up here to have some fun.”
I felt the air leave my lungs and heard the phone cluttered to the ground but what I mostly remembered is the sound…
The sound of my heart breaking into tiny little pieces that’ll never be put together again.
Maybe he never understood at all.
A/N.
I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter but that's for you to decided. This is how the book will be. A Before chapter theb and After chapter. Thanks for the support.
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