After I Met You

10

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚎𝚗

AFTER ANOTHER LONG day of classes and studying at the library, I'm finally able to relax for the night. Today I didn't have psychology, and thank God for that because I was not in the mood to see Xavier today. Not in the least bit.

Logan must be busy because he isn't texting back, so I think I'm finally able to have some alone time until I open up the door and see Amelia sitting on top of her bed. She's busy typing away on her laptop, her eyes never leaving the screen.

"Hey." She nods and then looks down at about three textbooks surrounding her. "I forgot I had a paper due tomorrow."

"You forgot?" I laugh. "Is the world ending?"

"Shut up!" She laughs too and bites on her thumbnail. "Dion has just been so... distracting, lately."

I raise my eyebrow towards her. "In a good way, right?"

"Oh, in a very good way."

I see her cheeks go crimson from embarrassment as I piece two and two together. I miss sex. Not sex in general, but sex with Xavier. It was completely out of this world. From kissing down my neck, to pulling on my hair, to using his tongue in all the right ways... the things that man can do is unreal.

"Oh, some mail came for you today." She points towards my bed. I begin to sort through the envelopes and I'm about to toss them all into the trash until my eyes come across an address I'm not familiar with. I pull it out from the stack and hold it with shaky fingers once I realize it's from a rehab facility.

There's only one person that would be contacting me from rehab. My mother.

I hold the envelope in my hands and try to block out all the memories, but it's almost impossible. My head is flooding with them all at once.

The time she forgot to feed me dinner two nights in a row because she was too busy trying to find more coke. The time she slapped me across the face because I wasn't being quiet enough. She was going through withdrawal at the time. I know that now, but as a kid I thought I was always the problem. Always.

I rip open the envelope and it is in fact from her, and she's requesting to see me. No part of me wants to see her ever again. What the fuck does she want to see me for? To apologize? I don't need an apology. It's way too fucking late for that.

Just when I thought I was starting to do better something happens to knock me right back down. I should call my sponsor. That's what I should do. But what I really want to do is take a whole bottle of liquor straight to the face right now to forget I ever even got this fucking letter in the first place.

"I'm going to go for a walk." I tell Amelia. She's too wrapped up in writing her essay that she doesn't realize anything's wrong. Then again, I'm really good at hiding that.

"Okay." She nods. "See you later."

I change into a pair of jean shorts and Logan's hoodie before I wander back down the hallway to go to the elevator. Being in that room will just make me crazy. I need to be outside right now. I just need to get away.

Pulling out my phone, I send a text to Logan.

Hey. Can we hang out? I know it's late but I'm having a horrible day.
P.S. — your hoody is really comfy.

I debate on whether or not to add the last part because I don't want to lead Logan on, but he's the one that told me not to change how I am with him. I would have sent this to him before he admitted his feelings to me, so I hit send and stuff the phone into the back pocket my shorts.