If Things Weren't Bad Enough

My parents had tried to call me and talk to me before I left but I wasn't in the mood to talk to them. Even my sister had stopped by but I had refused to talk to her about anything that had happened. Everything I owned was packed. I had decided instead of getting my furniture taken to my parents' storage unit that I would just rent my own. Thankfully I was able to set it up for automatic payments so I wouldn't forget.

I still hadn't talked to Seth. He had been quiet on social media but Christia had been blowing up both Twitter and Instagram. Seth was in almost every one of her pictures but to his credit, he didn't look very happy about it. In fact, in one he looked plain bored. It was weird not talking to him. I had gotten used to talking to him every night and it felt like something was missing now that we weren't speaking.

Thursday night I had not been able to sleep so Brooke and I sat on the couch all night laughing and crying. We had never been away from each other