Chapter 2

When I woke up the next day, I had a pounding headache, mascara stains running down my face and an empty bucket of ice cream snuggled up in my arms. I grumpily made my way across the hall and into the bathroom, the minute I played eyes on my appearance on the mirror I cringed in disgust. shaking my head I took a shower and cleaned up, made my way back to my bedroom, and put on simple Jeans shorts, and hoddie.

When I was finished getting dressed, I sat on my bed and spent the next twenty minutes browsing through my Instagram feed. The minute I put my phone my thoughts ran back to yesterday and I started to fidget, instead of sitting and fidgeting, I got and started to clean my already cleaned room.

Feeling hungry, I dreaded going downstairs to get something to eat and ultimately facing my parents, but hey, a girl's gotta eat. Cautiously stepping into the kitchen I released a sigh of relief noting that only my mom was home, and she was busy on her laptop most likely with work, so no inquiry, thank god.

"Oh, sweetie are you feeling better?" my mom asked.

" Yeah, mom" I answered.

"Ok good," she said.

And that was the end of normal conversation in my family. Quietly I made my milk and cereal, sat down at the end of the kitchen table and half heartily ate my food. Which is not like me, I absolutely love food. Not feeling like myself I decided to go for a walk.

"Hey Mom, I think I'm going to go for a walk, ok?" I informed her.

"Ol sweetie, be safe," she told me.

I quickly made my way out of the kitchen and then through the front door, mindlessly beginning my walk to only god knows where. As my walk grew longer my mind started slipping away from me until it all the way in Russia. I didn't even realize I stopped until I saw an all too familiar door swing open.

"Are you going to knock, or just stand there staring for another twenty minutes?" asked the not so mysterious stranger in the doorway.

Open my mouth to give her an answer I quickly came to a realization that I don't have one. "What am I even doing here?" I ask myself. Getting ready to turn around and leave, the stranger called out;

" Seriously you have nothing to say?" she asked.

"I didn't know where to go or what to do," I said.

This mysterious stranger's name is Emily, Emily and I were friends since Kindergarten up until recently we were the best of friends, she was basically the sister I always wanted until we slowly started to grow distant from one another, and to this day I have no idea why.

Honestly, considering our history I thought she was going to send me away, but she surp6me when she invited me in. I thanked her as I cautiously made my way into the all familiar house, where I spent my childhood in. Gesturing for me to take a seat on the lounge chair in her living, we both sat in thick silence not knowing what to say.

"So, what do you want?" she asked with her eyebrows raised.

Searching my mind for an answer to her question, I burst into tears and let the sob, that I have been keeping in, finally out. I could tell my reaction scared her as panic was written all over her face.

"What happen?" she asked, in a much softer tone.

Looking down at my hands I started to explain to her all that had gone on. She was very patient and calmly listened to me, I was so deep in my emotions I didn't even realize she had gotten up until I felt her hands running down my back in an effort to calm my cries.

Emily sat there and comforted me until my cries gradually died down.

"I feel so pathetic, sitting here crying over some guy," I said as I finally calmed myself.

When I looked up at her face, I expected to see pity written all over her face, what I didn't expect was a twinge of guilt in her expression.

"You know?" I questioned

"I suspected, but I didn't want any to say anything in case my suspicion was wrong, I am so sorry," she told me guilty.

"I missed being friends with you," I told her, with a small smile.

"So did I," she said back.

After my minor break down Emily and I hugged it out and sorted through our differences and spent the rest of the day laying around, getting caught up on all the stuff we missed about each other. It felt like Emily and I just spent a weekend apart, I missed my best friend.

We spent the entire day together until it was time for me to go home, after spending the day with Emily I felt better, I started to think that maybe I could do this, that I can finally pull myself from the clutches that were Mikeal Harrison. That night I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

The next morning, I woke up early as it was the first day back at school after winter break, I quickly got dressed and made my way downstairs to have breakfast with my family. our family was small, it was just my mum, dad and myself, The Pearson's, my mom was a lawyer and my a police detective, perfect match. My parents made casual conversation during breakfast, today I caught myself staring at my parents, I saw my dad looking at my mom with such a lovesick smile on his face, and mom she had this shy grin on her face when she caught my dad looking at her. I always wanted the type of relationship my parents had. Hopefully one day.

When I finished with my breakfast, I kissed both my parents on their cheeks, bud them a good day and goodbye, and rushed out the front door. And in my driveway was Emily, we had made plans yesterday to go to school together today, making my way into her car I bud her good morning and put on my seat belt, safety first people, any way we then made our way to Starbucks and pick up some coffee before making out way to school.

On our way to school Emily and I made conversation about anything Nd everything, the entire ride was filled with laughs and teasing one another. As we grew closer to school a feeling of dread and nervousness settled in my stomach. Emily noticed this and reassured me that she will be with me the entire time and not to be afraid. Her reassurance settled some of my nerves but not all, I knew that sooner or later I will have to see Mikeal and I just don't what to say to him.