It Started With A Concussion ✔️

Chapter 32

There was a knock on my door early in the morning.

Asking who it was, I hear a voice I recognize that isn't my mother. I tell her to come in and when a blanket of blonde hair hits me in the face, I'm glad to know she's here.

I haven't spoken to anyone since that night. And since that night I've done things I should regret.

I got up that morning feeling like a piece of freaking shit. There were too many bottled up emotions to feel at the moment and I was fearing for the worst.

Fearing that he was going to reject me, wish that night didn't happen, regret everything. Fear drove me to ignore him. I did everything I could to not be around him yesterday.

I got up early and ran every single errand with my mom, whether I usually did or not. She didn't question me about it and I spent as much time away from the house as possible.

We were heading back out when I saw him on his porch. My heart skipped a beat and I stopped in my tracks.

He started walking towards me and I panicked. I turned around and sped towards the car, urging my mom to pull out of the driveway faster.

I haven't faced him in two days. Two days and I still feel as miserable as I did when I left.

I mean, that night was something else. Everything from just being with him, to then having things escalate, I still couldn't wrap my head around it.

Thinking back to it now I have to blow out a breath.

God, he fucked me like it was his job.

And even after that, I walked away. I was such a coward. And I still am.

But I had to understand that things like that couldn't just happen. I mean, he was my brother's best friend, he was the guy who was going to be the best man at my brother's wedding. He was my neighbor and he was the guy I definitely shouldn't have gone that far with.

It felt wrong. So freaking wrong it hurts.

But when my mind wanders back to it, I know my face is heating up.

"Hi Hannah." I groan sleepily.

"Hey Em."

"What're you doing here?" I ask her, rolling over to meet her face.

"Well, you're mom called Kayla and I both because you haven't left your room and it's three in the afternoon." she explains, checking her imaginary watch.

I sigh and shove my face into my pillow.

"And you've basically told your mom to screw off everytime she comes to check on you." she jokes.

I tighten my lips into a line and close my eyes. I have been moody, I'll admit that.

"Where's Kayla?" I ask.

"She's at work. She said she'll come over after her shift." Hannah says and pulls my arms until I sit up. "C'mon Em, you have to motivate yourself a little."

"Why?" I whine and bring my knees to my chest, the cool air of my room making me shiver.

"Because sitting in your room alone is the worst thing you can do right now." she tells me.

"But sitting in my room with you isn't. See? Problem solved." I contested.

The room goes silent and I don't even realize I'm staring out my window until she brings it up.

"I uh-I heard about what happened...with him and everything." she hesitantly speaks.

My eyes darted to her and then back to the window. People know about it already?