Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
"Look, I know I should have probably have called-"
"Why didn't you say anything about graduation?" Chris glared at me, waiting for an answer. But hell, I was so shocked it took me a full minute to comprehend what the actual problem was.
I felt like a deer stuck in headlights with nowhere to run. Wait, was this what he was pissed about? Not the fact that I was out last night and never called, but because I never told them about my graduation?
All I did was shrug. "It doesn't matter," I replied passively.
"Like hell it doesn't!" The volume of his voice grew louder. At this rate the whole house was surely to be awake within the next ten minutes. "Your graduation is a very important occasion. And you neglected to tell us. How could you say it doesn't matter?"
"Because originally I wasn't even going to show up for it. I had scheduled for the college to just send me the damn diploma so I could move on."
"But you went anyway," he pointed out, still furiously mad.
"I didn't even make it up on stage," I hissed under my breath.
"What do you mean?"
"I couldn't fucking take it," I cursed. "When it was time for my line to stand, I made the mistake of looking behind me. Because some twisted, sad part of me expected to see them there. Sitting in the crowd, smiling back at me."
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All Christopher did was stare back with nothing to say. It was rare for him to ever be rendered speechless.
"So, I ran out of the auditorium hyperventilating."
I never accepted my diploma, nor did I shake anyone's hand. My college graduation was a complete fluke. And, I had no one to blame but myself. It was my fault for showing up and expecting everything to be okay. I knew all too well that I was in no emotional, or mental, condition to be out and around so many people.
I plainly admitted. "I can guarantee you that nothing would have changed even if you were there."
The sound of footsteps above us signaled that the house was finally stirring. I hoped Chris wasn't planning on continuing our conversation now that Regina was coming down.
"Jesus, Christopher! What is with all the shouting?" As if right on schedule, my aunt came charging into the kitchen. She wore a fuchsia colored robe with her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head. It was almost uncanny how much she resembled my mother.
Between her mannerisms and the way she would speak, people always confused her for my mother's sister. Sometimes it would be too much for me to be in the same room with her.
"Oh my god, Amelia, where have you been all night?" She asked.
I wouldn't tell her about last night, if I were you. Especially about Elijah. How do you think she, or your uncle for that matter, would feel about how you're screwing your boss? Come to think of it, have you come up with a story to tell them where you were last night?
