Love The Game: Overtime

Chapter 38

When I woke up the next morning I was holding onto Sara. I slowly leaned over her to check my phone on the night stand. It's only 8 o'clock in the morning. I rolled my eyes and went back to holding Sara. Her back was to me so I was spooning her. I put my forehead right on her shoulder blade and held onto her. I kissed her back and held her even tighter. She was so warm. I laid in bed with Sara for another hour, I couldn't go back to sleep. There were too many thoughts going through my head. It was already going to be 9 when I heard a phone start to ring. I leaned over Sara again and reached for my phone, it was my mom calling. I slowly got out of the bed careful not to wake up Sara and went into the kitchen to take the call.

"Hey mom."

"Hi honey did I wake you?"

"I had been up. I just hadn't gotten out of bed."

"Oh okay. How's Sara?"

"She's good. She's still asleep." Something's not right. My mom's voice doesn't sound right.

"Hey honey have you talked to Kris recently?" I felt my breath hitch a little. I paused.

"Uh no...why?" My hearts racing.

"Well I was talking to her mom this morning..."

"And?"

"And she told me that she and her husband are getting a divorce."

"What? Why?"

"Apparently Mr. Wright was having an affair."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Apparently, Kris caught him a few weeks ago." I stayed quiet. I couldn't speak.

"When Catherine found out about she filed the paperwork, which was the day before last."

"Is Kris okay?"

"Well that's why I'm calling. Catherine hasn't heard from Kris since she told her about the divorce. She was wondering if she tried to get in contact with you. She's starting to get worried because she hadn't heard from Kris since Thursday." I can't breathe. It's Saturday.

"She called last night but I didn't answer." My mom stayed quiet on the other end. I'm worrying. I'm beyond worrying.

"Okay well if she calls again please let her mom know."

"I will..." I mumbled.

"Avery are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'll talk to you later." I didn't wait for a response, I hung up and set the phone down with a thud.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" I screamed. A second later and Sara was walking into the kitchen.

"Avery are you okay? What happened?" I was standing over the counter with both of my hands gripping the counter.

"Ave..." When I looked up at her I know she could see the anger in my eyes.

"It's not my problem. I shouldn't care. I shouldn't give one shit about her."

"Avery what happened?" Sara's voice was sterner now, more out of fear than anger through.

"Kris's parents are getting divorced. Kris found out a couple weeks before her mom. Her mom filed the divorce papers or whatever a few days ago and she hasn't heard from Kris since." I looked back down at the counter.

"Avery look at me." I looked up

"It's okay." I looked down at the table again. I'm angry. I'm worried. I'm angry that I'm worried. She left me. She decided she didn't need me anymore. Why should I be there for her now? Why should I run back to her every time something happens? I did that for so long and it got me nowhere. All it did was hurt me.

"I hate this." I whispered. Sara walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"I know you do. But..." I turned around and gave her a look.

"But you're going to do the right thing." She said.

"What's the right thing?"

"You're going to call her and make sure she's okay." I wanted to laugh. This girl almost ruined my relationship with Sara twice. When she kissed me all that time ago and because of the fact that Sara and I couldn't get over all of it for the longest time.

"And what makes you think I'm going to do that?" She looked me dead in the eyes and said

"Because it's who you are." I took in a deep breath, let it out and shook my head. Sara wrapped her arms around me and put her head on my shoulder. I didn't hug her back right away. Kris hasn't been in my life for months. I don't know what this is going to do to me if I run back to her the way I always used to. I hugged her back and didn't let go. I won't lose her. No matter what.

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After my little scene in the kitchen Sara made us breakfast. I still haven't tried to call Kris. I don't want to. I keep fighting with myself. I know she needs me, but at the same time I'm still so infuriated because of what she did to me. It was already noon by the time Sara and I finished breakfast and washed all the dishes. Sara has this peeve about the dishes. We have to wash them every time we cook or use any pans or plates or whatever. I hate it. I hate washing dishes because it's so tedious but I always help out even though I hate it. Sara makes it fun.

I was sitting on the couch staring at my phone debating on whether or not I should call. I'm still fighting with myself. It's like there's two people in my head fighting over whether or not I should just call her. Part of me is worried to death, but the other part is still so angry. I sound like a crazy person. As I was sitting there staring at the phone it started to ring. The same number, that still wasn't saved in my phone but that was saved in my brain. Fucking hell.

"Hello?" My voice came out somewhat harsh.

"Avery?" she's been crying.

"Kris, where are you?" My voice was still solid. I'm not giving into her the way I used to. The way I always did.

"Funny story." She tried to laugh.

"Kris, where are you?"

"I'm about 10 miles away from you."

"What the hell? How do you know where I'm at?"

"You have your locations on for snap chat." Shit, Sara was supposed to take that off for me months ago.

"I'm sending you my location. Get over here now." I hung up the phone and threw it against the couch.

"Sara!" I screamed

"What?" She called back from her room.

"Kris is coming over." I waited a few seconds for Sara to come out of her room and stand in front of me.

"What's she doing all the way over here? She lives like 6 hours away."

"I have no idea."

"How'd she even know where we are?"

"Snapchat locations."

"You still have that on?" She asked in a coy sort of way. She knew I'd asked her to take it off a while ago. I just laughed and picked her up and threw her on the couch. I laid down on her and she started playing with my hair. I don't know what the hell I'm even going to say to her.