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“Chloe …”
“Stop the car, or I will break the window and jump out!”
That made him stop. I opened the door.
“You’re an asshole!” I spat and slammed the door, not caring if I damaged the car.
“Chloe!”
I kept walking, not looking back. I didn’t know where I was going. I wanted to be anywhere but around Tristan.
“Chloe!” he kept calling, but I ignored him.
I hated him. I hated how he could be so sweet one moment and be something else entirely the next moment. Everything with him was like chasing the moon to find its origin but ending up going in circles.
“Chloe,” I heard him call, his footsteps echoing behind me.
“Go away, Tristan,” I sighed.
“I’m sorry,” he said, grabbing my arm.
I turned to look at him with a deadly look. His face softened, and his eyes looked empty, not giving anything away.
“Get the hell away from me.” I snatched my arm away, glaring at him with tears gathering in my eyes. I didn’t want him to see me cry. I didn’t want him to see how much his words had destroyed me. Just words.
My heels clicked on the ground as I kept walking straight. I didn’t hear his voice again. I looked back and saw that he was gone. Wow. I had expected him to follow me around, apologizing, until I agreed to come home with him. I really sucked at this relationship thing.
The cold air made me aware of what I was wearing. I tried to think of anything else but what he’d said in the car. It still broke my heart that he had driven off without even trying to beg me. I’d expected more.
I winced as my feet throbbed from the short walk in these heels. I looked around me and only saw four people. I reached down and removed my heels. I exhaled in relief as my feet relaxed on the cold floor. I walked down the sidewalk with my heels in one hand. I knew this place. It wasn’t far from my house.
I wondered if my parents would let me in if I knocked on the door. I didn’t want to go back to Tristan’s place. I’d just feel furious the whole night. I found myself heading to the place I’d once considered home. My feet kept prompting me to go farther. I took a glance at my neighbor’s house as I walked past the tall building. I missed babysitting Hanna, but her parents probably hated me now, like everyone else.
I had been walking for almost ten minutes, enough time to reflect on my miserable life. My footsteps slowed as I got closer to the house that held so many memories. I paused and remained on the sidewalk.
What am I doing here?
I wanted to turn away and walk far away from here, but I also wanted to walk to the door and knock. I imagined what their reaction would be when they saw me.
I was about to walk to the door when I saw my mom from the large glass window. I saw the rest of my family. They were in the dining room, and they looked happy. Happy without me. Mom was smiling so wide as she served Dad, who had a small grin on his face, and Ciara was laughing. It was as if I had been erased from their life.
Did they still have my pictures, or had they burned every picture of me they could find?
The pain in my chest became almost unbearable. I crumbled to the dirty floor and broke down.
I stood up as someone rode past me on a bike. I wiped my tears away and walked away. I found a bus stop after walking for twelve minutes. My feet hurt like I’d been walking on thorns. I groaned and took a seat on the bench at the bus stop. I didn’t know where to go from here. Tristan couldn’t care less about where I was or what happened to me. I tried to hold the tears back.
I hated life. Why was living so exhausting?
I could sleep here. I didn’t like that my life was a mess. I leaned back on the metal bench and groaned in frustration. I wanted to be three again. The age when I’d had nothing to worry about. The age when I had been very happy.
Tears gathered at the edge of my eyes. I closed my eyes and tried to keep my mind calm.
“Chloe?”
I knew that voice.
“Grey?” I sat up on the seat as he kept staring at me with worry evident in his eyes. I looked pitiful right now. “Hey,” I mumbled, putting my arms around myself and avoiding his eyes.
