One House Behind | ✓

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐈

Shelly

Hearing the lawnmower, I got up and rushed over to my front window. I saw a random guy there as he pushed the device. I went to my mom's room to ask her what was going on.

"I hired him. I decided we don't have to move. At least not you. We can spend the last year of high school here and then you can go to college, some place near there, and then I can move myself."

"Oh."

I didn't know how to respond. I looked back out and watched the guy walk back and forth on the lawn, the only difference each time was shorter pieces of grass being left behind him. Once I got bored, I walked back to my room.

Since school had been let out, I had been trying to find something to make up for the time school had once filled up. I went on walks, although ignoring Tanner's street, and often found myself itching to enter the world again. I knew my mom and I weren't ready for that but I want to.

I was too tired and it was too hot to start my walk now. I instead filled my time with doodles, coloring, watching Netflix, and reading. Boring things that I hadn't done since I was a child. Well, except Netflix. That was already an everyday thing for me.

Checking my Instagram one more time, in case someone had attempted to fix something and seeing nothing, I exited the app and deleted it once more. I didn't need it if no one wasn't willing to get in touch with me. I wasn't willing to put myself through another hope gone wrong.

"Honey, we need to talk."

"Huh?" Were we going to have a sex talk of some sort?

"It's about your dad."

"What about him?" My voice displayed how pained, distraught, and disgusted I was with him.

I didn't want to see him. It was perfectly healthy to be mad at him. At least websites had told me that. I was about to shut down but for the moment, I was fine. It was anger that made me say and do what I did.

"You don't have to see him but he wants to talk to you."

"And what about you? He left not only me but you too Mom. He left you Mom and then acts as if nothing went wrong. I don't want to talk to that."

"Roshelle."

"Mom," I countered back in the same tone she used on me. She knew I hated my full name.

"Fine, we'll talk about it later."

"Thank you."

She walked out and left me to my thoughts. I didn't want to think about everything. It made everything harder to push out. I grabbed my phone and turned my music on while plugging my headphones in.

Letting the crazy music crowd my thoughts, I fell back asleep before the clock struck twelve.

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A/N: 

It had been so long since I touched this book that I forgot Shelly is a nickname. I'm a bad author sometimes.