Mini Foley- Book 3, The End

2. Settle in

I could feel my stomach cave in, begging me to eat but yet I still refused. My skin was paler than ever before but I couldn't have cared less.  No matter how many times Estela, Justin or Clay would explain it to me- I still refused to believe their lies.

I spent most hours staring at the ceiling, waiting for the nightime so I could stare at the ceiling even more. The doctors tried to get me to sit up or walk around or eat, with no luck.

I wasn't doing anything, besides waiting to die. "She can't stay here much longer, we have people to take care of!" I heard one of the nurses, complain. I didn't care, they could throw me out.

"She's depressed, she just lost someone she loved." The other nurse, Doctor Mullens argued. I sat up for the first time, taking a deep breath. "I'll go home." I simply said, looking them in the eyes. Doctor Mullens shook her head "No, you've got to stay here. You're not well." She said, placing me back down. I pushed her away. "No, I want to go home. I need time to myself." I replied.

The nurses looked at eachother, Doctor Mullens finally giving in. "Fine, but let me get you some medication and your things." She sighed. I was happy to be going home but it would be the same as being in the hospital.
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I was stood infront of my apartment door, my hands shaking. I took a deep breath before pushing it open and walking in. I stepped into my living room, looking around. Nothing had changed. I put my bag on my sofa and sat down, bouncing a little. I smiled a small bit, happy to finally be in my comfort zone after so long.

As I turned to take my medication out of my bag, I noticed a familiar orange flannel shirt. My heart stopped beating and my chest felt tight. I picked it up, smelling it and holding it near to my heart.

"Why did it have to be you? You stupid asshole! Why you?! Why?!" I screamed, kicking my table down. I hated it so much. Why did it have to be him? I hugged it and curled up into a ball, letting more and more tears out. The flannel was soaked with my tears.

"I miss you." I whispered, kissing the shirt. I didn't want to let it go. I wanted to keep it with me forever, for the rest of my life. How could I move on and just forget?
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Flashback

"You asshole! It's always you isn't it?" I whined, meeting him outside of Bolan's Office. "If I recall correctly, last time it was you in here." He chuckled, holding my hand. "Shut up, two wrongs don't make a right Monty!" I sassed, hugging his arm.

We walked down the corridor, out of the school. "You wanna go for a drive downtown?" Monty asked, kissing my forehead. "As long as I'm home by eleven, Mom doesn't give a fuck." I answered, nodding with a smile.

"What about Seth?" He questioned as I got into the car. "What about Seth?" I giggled, strapping myself in.
"Wont he freak? I mean, my dad would." Monty stated. I raised my eyebrows "Firstly, Seth is not and never will be my dad. Second of all, fuck you. Third of all, your dad and Seth should go fucking bowling together." I joked.

Monty nodded "They'd be the bestest of friends." He chuckled, moving hair out of my face so he could kiss me. His hands found my waist, then my hair- soon tangling his fingers in it. We pulled away and I bit my lip before pushing him back into his own seat.

"Let's drive asshole!" I laughed, throwing his sunglasses onto my face and leaning my feet up on his dashboard. He shook his head before driving away, we wouldn't come home until later that night.
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Present

"How are you holding up?" Estela asked me as I handed her some coffee. "I'm not, but I'm doing a little better." I replied, leaning on my countertop. She nodded, seeming to understand. Her and Monty weren't the closest siblings but they looked out for eachother a lot.

Estela wasn't an acception or hidden away from her fathers abuse but Monty did everything he could to keep her safe. I liked that about him. Me and Estela never really sat down or had a girls night together because Monty kind of made sure we didn't have much of a connection. I wasn't sure why that was but My theory was that he didn't want me to feel bad once we left that stupid town.

"We had plans...to leave. We would stay up all night and talk about how we would go and where." I began, looking down at my feet. "Where would you go?" Estela questioned, taking a sip from her drink.

I smiled slightly "To a forest." I let out a small laugh. "We'd make a big treehouse, swing from the trees like fucking Tarzan and then we'd raise our kids in the wild." I added. Estela smiled too, probably knowing that it was something me and Monty would joke about often.

"It was so dumb but now that's all I wanna do." I finished, sighing. I felt weaker every second when I thought about him. "We used to argue a lot, but I never thought he could hurt anyone really. It's all so weird." She stated, shaking her head.

"He didn't kill Bryce, and I don't know who did but I promise that when I do find out...I'm going to kill them." I told her, no emotion in my words. I was serious, I was ready to murder whoever it was.

I looked Estela right in her dark eyes so she knew I was serious. I looked away and pulled the Flannel shirt from the draw I'd put it in. I didn't want to see it and remind myself of him, even though everything reminded me of him. "I found this, it's his." I said, holding it up.

"That one was his favourite." Estela replied and I nodded. "He wore it everyday, probably too much too." She continued.

She let out a small giggle, taking it gently from my hands. "He always said he wanted to be buried with it, and I had no clue why."
I sat down and looked up at her "I think I do...he was wearing that on our first date, I think."
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Once Estela had left, the room felt dull and quiet. It was like my whole world had turned grey. Little moments of the past played in my head it was like I could hear Monty saying "I love you." Over and over again until it became too much.

I couldn't take it. I hated the feeling of him being gone. It was under my skin and in my head. The thoughts of his dead body made my head hurt and my hair greasy. I would stare outside my window to see the colour drained world he'd left behind, and I'd watch the sun set just so I could watch it rise again.

The seconds I spent in that apartment turned into hours, days and then weeks. Until I realised that school was starting in a matter of days. I'd have to be there and watch all the seniors graduating without him. He should be there.

I'd had enough.