Let Go

Chapter 24

A/N-
Hey guys! Sorry this chapter took a tad longer than expected, but I made it longer in return!

So also I wanted to clarify something about the pictures of the characters on the last chapter:

I had a really hard time finding a picture that suited Matt, so my original image of him in my mind is more of a mixture of the pictures I used for Jett and Matt, because with Matt's background I feel like the picture was just a little too "clean" for his character.

Also, I think I'm going to try to wrap this up in a couple chapters and then it'll be over, wowowow! Honestly, I never really thought I'd come around to finishing this book and I was thinking about deleting it for awhile.

Which brings up another thing, I've had this book up for almost a year now (wow), and I would like for it to have more views than it does now, so could some of y'all do me a favor and tell your friends about my book? Or maybe shout it out at the end of one of your own? Thanks to anyone who does, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Keep reading my lovelies! :-)
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Abby's P.O.V

I could not be more grateful that this day is over.

Actually, I could not be more fucking grateful that I have gotten through these past two weeks.

And there is no way in hell I would have gotten through it without Asher by my side, encouraging me.

Nobody, not even Jett, could have helped me like Asher has. The way he's taken care of me, stayed with me, encouraged me, but more importantly, loved me.

Because sometimes I feel like it's impossible to love somebody as broken as me.

I've only cut two times these past two weeks, and it makes me happy because the last time I did was Tuesday, and now it's Friday, and I'm glad that I've lasted this long without the urge to do it.

I close my locker door and start to walk towards Asher's locker, where I usually meet him after school, so that we can go home.

As I round the corner I scan the hallway, looking for him.

And if I wasn't already broken enough, I think that this has pushed me passed the point where I can heal.

The universe sure has a sick way of pushing it's grief in our face sometimes.

Pushed up against the wall is a bleach blonde slut, one of Kat's posse I gather, her lips connected with Asher's, who is willingly kissing her back. Actually more like willingly leading the kiss. My feet seemed to have turned into lead, and I'm physically unable to move them a step further. Everything I had worked for to stop hurting myself, to prove to Asher that I was worth loving, seems to crumble before me.

People bump into me as they clear the hallway, probably annoyed that I'm blocking their way, but I can't help it. I'm too emotionally drained, I'm too physically drained, and I'm tired of putting on this act that everything is okay.

Because it's not fucking okay.

After a couple of minutes Asher and the girl, who I can now recognize as Ashley Wells- a sophomore, pull away from each other. They exchange a few quick words before parting ways, and I force myself to move my feet around the corner, just so maybe I'll have a few moments to pull myself together.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I take it out, seeing a text from Asher.

Sorry I'm late, had to talk to a teacher real quick. I can't wait to see you.

How can he lie to me so easily?

You've been lying to him too.

I subconsciously touch my wrist.