𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐎𝐧 ~ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐧

"i'm not good for you"

july
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noah cyrus

I woke up with an arm wrapped around me and a pounding headache; praying that I didn't sleep with anyone in an intimate manner, I turned around slowly.

Of course Zach had to be laying there, but we were both still in the clothes from the night before. I'm assuming that was a good thing, considering it led me to believe nothing had happened between the two of us. I had gotten drunk soon after Zach took body shots off me. Most of my memories from the night before were all a blur as I tried to focus my mind on what happened. I sighed, not being able to remember how I got home or even why Zach had spent the night in my bed.

"Cheryl!" I heard my fathers voice yell from downstairs, snapping me out my thoughts. I groggily got out of bed and out my room, into the hallway as I closed the door behind me not wanting to wake Zach. It's not that I cared much about his sleep, but I didn't want him hearing what my dad had to speak to me about which I'm assuming was Chase. As usual.

"What is it dad?" I asked as I walked down the staircase, towards where my dads voice was coming from; the kitchen.

"Are you sure you're doing alright?" He asked as he grabbed his coffee mug and I rolled my eyes in response,

Was he seriously asking me this again?

"Yes, dad. How many times do I need to tell you? You've asked tons of times." I sighed, crossing my arms. Ever since Chase and I split, everytime my father and I spoke all he asked was if I was okay. And my response was almost always the same.

"Well, I'm going to keep asking until your response is convincing enough. You can't fool me tesoro, you come home late all the time, you cry half the time and-"

I cut him off quickly, "Okay, dad I get it! I just-" I ran a hand through my knotted hair- in all honesty I didn't know what to say.

"I think you should go back to New York." He said as he brought his sunglasses on top of his head. I wish I could say I knew why he even had them on in the first place.

"You want me to go back home? Who am I going to stay with, my sister who's in rehab? Mom's dead incase you've forgotten-"

He quickly cut me off "Your sister is out of rehab now. I've spoken to her a lot this past week and if I remember correctly, you two were inseparable before she..." he trailed off, obviously not wanting to mention the fact that the only reason we drifted was because she went down a rather dark path "You also have a brother. Friends who you've known since you were in diapers. Cheryl, go for at least a few days. Go back, tesoro." I sighed.

Home.

"You want me to go back home?" I asked again, almost in disbelief.

Don't get me wrong, I missed New York more than anything. However, my friends and I have drifted and I knew I couldn't pick things off where I left them. Yes, we still spoke even after all this time, but we were slightly distant. In all honesty, I was afraid. I wanted to go back, but I knew I wouldn't be going home. My mother was no longer alive, my sister was out of rehab, my brother was back from traveling and my friends and I weren't the same people we were when I had first left months ago.

I took in a shaky breathe, "I'll go. As long as I get to stay with Charlie, not Savannah." A part of me wanted to stay with my sister instead, but I knew that after my mother's death she wasn't the same girl I had grown up looking up too. She was changed and I was unable to tell if it was for better or worse.

"I'll book your plane tickets. I'll see you when I'm back from work." He smiled, giving me a pat on the back before leaving.

"Ehem." I heard a cough just a few moments later.