It Isn't Over.

Chapter Three (Jades POV)

When I got home, I threw my keys onto the kitchen counter and they landed with a bang. ​​"Jade? Is that you?" came my mother's voice from the living room.
​​​​"Yeah" I said and made my way into the living room where she was sitting on the couch. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and her feet were cozy in purple fuzzy slippers, unlike my own feet which were blistering from my heels and the dancing. She was much too pretty and much too young to be home alone like this. She rarely went out anymore, hasn't since the divorce. My two older sisters and I were never home. They were both away at college most of the time and I would be heading off in a few weeks. ​​​​​​​
"Are you okay?" she asked taking one look at my face and pausing the TV. ​​​
I collapsed on the couch next to her. I grabbed one of the throw pillows and shoved my face into it and groaned. My feelings were on a spiral since the moment I saw Sam and it didn't seem like they were stopping now. I had pushed myself through the night and forced myself not to watch him as I sat at my table with my friends. When he approached me as I was leaving, I had almost caved and fell into his arms. And on the drive home I was going insane. ​​​
"What is it?" my mom asked with a somewhat amused smile on her face. ​​​​

"Sam" I hated the way his name flowed so perfectly off of my tongue. "He's home."
​​"You saw him tonight?" ​​​​​​​​​

I nodded slowly. "And he attacked the guy I was with." I shook my head; I couldn't believe Sam actually did that. ​​​​​​​​​​

"Oh" she said her voice full of amusement "wow."

​​​​​​​"I can't deal with him. I can't deal with this, mom."

​​​​​​"Did you talk?" she asked scooting closer to me on the couch.​​​​

"Not about us."

​​​​​​​​​​​"Do you want to talk?" she asked.

Well, that was the million dollar question. I didn't even know want I would say to him if we did talk.​​​​​​​"No." I kicked my heels off and tucked my feet under my butt. "I want to move on." ​​

"You can't move on if you're still bitter over him."

​​​​​​"I'm not bitter. I just don't want to have to ever see him again."

​​​​"He's your best friend's brother, Honey. You're gonna have to see him a time or two." ​​

Seeing him brought up all these emotions that I thought left. But I guess feelings that come back are feelings that never left. I hated the idea of still being strung up on him. I didn't want him to have an effect on me in any way. I wanted to be free of him; to be cleansed. I'd gone ten months barely saying his name but I knew that he had still ran across my mind more than once. Seeing him wasn't easy. It made me question everything I had thought I sorted out.

​​​"Do you think I want to see your father ever again? I don't want to but I have to. And no, I'm not in love with him anymore but when I see him I still feel things."

​​​​​"I don't want to talk about Dad" I said shutting the idea of him out of my mind. Having thoughts about Sam was enough for one night. I didn't need my dad jumbling up thoughts inside my head too.

​​​​​​​​​​​​​"Sweetie, I know that you spent every day since Sam left trying to push thoughts of him away. If you push the thoughts away, they're never going to sort out. You need to let them in and deal with them" my mom said and she tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. ​​​

I closed my eyes and admitted the one thing that I never liked to admit because it made me feel weak; it made me feel vulnerable. "But Mom, it hurts."