How did I get here?

Over the course of the last year, Reed Johnson's life has made some interesting twists and turns, and sadly, very few of them were for the better. Now, to get her away from the scenes that provoked her post-traumatic stress, her father has chosen to move the family back home to Nazareth in Pennsylvania.
Both old and new friends quickly start to make an impact on her life, and pretty soon, Reed is caught up in a web of drama while dealing with a lot of stuff herself. With an already fragile mental health, who knows how she'll end up?

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26. Goodbye

(Reed's POV)

I woke up with my head on Tim's chest. I was in his room. I got confused. Why wasn't I in my own? But then the events of last night came back to my memory and I felt tears in my eyes again. I listened for what had woken me up. A car engine running. Careful not to wake Tim I went to the window and saw a cab outside and Jane carrying her suitcase out to it.

I bolted downstairs and out the door to find out what was going on before she left. But when I reached the sidewalk it was too late. The cab had started driving down the road. I ran to the middle of the street and stood there as I saw her leave and dissapear around the corner. I knew that something was seriously wrong. Why did she leave without saying goodbye? I sunk to my knees in the middle of the road and sobbed. Just as I thought things were good again (except for my loose psycho ex of course) another wound was torn open.

I sat there as the neighborhood started waking up and people came out for their newspapers. I kept sitting there and no one noticed me. I heard my name being called from the house but didn't answer. David ran outside and called my name again. He saw me sit there on the cold pavement and came and tugged me to the house.

That day I didn't go to school. Instead I went to the studio. David came along to be my bodyguard but I made him stay out in the corridor. Today my dancing was private. I was dancing because I was in pain. I was making a new choreography and holding a position trying to figure out my next move. All along tears were running down my face.

When I was done and exhausted I went out to get David. He shot up when he saw my red puffy eyes. I held up my hand to stop him and he turned around and walked to the car without a word. On our way home we got stuck in the traffic. We had been there for so long it was now the "Going home from work" rush hour. This would be the perfect time to find out what happened.

“David? What happened? Why did she leave without saying goodbye? Will she be back?” I flung questions at him like they were little paper balls. “She got pissed off at Lara. This much you know. I defended her and we got into a big fight. Reed you have to know that this had nothing to do with you. I’m the one she’s pissed at. Why she didn’t say goodbye I can't say. And she better not come back.” His muscles tensed at the last part. “What did she say? When you were fighting?” "She kept rambling on about how mom wouldn't want you to go to New York and how it was none of Lara's business and she tried to justify why she never came home to visit and never called. And I know that you don't want to hear all this but she is not perfect Reed. I'm sorry. I don't know what is going to happen." I nodded. Silent tears were flowing from my eyes and I turned my head to look out the window to spare him the sight.

An hour later we came home and Tim ran outside and wrapped me in a hug. "Where were you? You didn't leave a note or anything. I was so freaked out!" "At the studio. I'm fine ok? I'm sorry." He pulled back and kissed me. And lord knows this was just what I needed. So I kissed back and we deepened it as our lips went in sync. Then David cleared his throat.

"Eh guys! Guys! Brother's standing right here." We pulled apart and laughed at him. He went inside while shaking his head. It was amazing how this boy could make me forget that anything was wrong.

The next day at school Emma bombarded me. As soon as I walked in the doors she yanked me in for a hug and made plans for shopping therapy this afternoon. Apparently Tim had called her and asked her to have a girl talk with me. She walked me to class and ordered me to come sit with her and Taylor today at lunch. I obliged and that day flew by so fast that when I walked to English I thought I was going to math.

But per muscle memory my body carried me to the right class in time. I sat down almost without being aware of it. "Reed? Reed? Are you alright? You look kinda spaced out." Alex said. I looked up only now realizing that he was there. "I... I think so..." "Ok Reed you're freaking me out what happened?" He said in a stern voice. "You know that Jane was in town? She and David had a big fight and she left without saying goodbye. I haven't heard from her since." He embraced me in a big Alex-bear hug. I loved Alex's hugs. The teacher walked in and the class flew by like all the others had and in no time at all the bell rang.

I stood up and shoved my books into my messenger bag and when I looked up again Emma was there dragging me to a private table with just us three girls. Taylor was one of her friends whom I had been introduced to and she was really nice. We had art together. They asked if I could drive this afternoon to the mall and I obliged. My car was big enough for all our stuff.

Otherwise we just talked about who they were dating at the moment and what they were wearing to this or that party and just regular girl stuff. They kept me distracted and I was having fun. After art class Taylor lead me to the car where Emma was waiting. They directed me to this new mall that should supposedly be awesome and after a semi long drive we pulled up at an extremely large parking lot.

But that wasn't what amazed me the most. Because if the parking lot was large then the building was gigantic. They pulled me inside barely even letting me lock the car and steered to their favorite shop. I didn't even get a say in anything they just started pulling out clothes and told me to try them on. So I did and I had to admit those girls had style. I ended up buying a top, a t-shirt, a skirt and a dress.

But then I remembered that I needed a new leotard. So I asked them if there was a shop with dancing clothes. "Um I think there's one down by the food court." Taylor said. Now it was my turn to drag them along. We walked into the shop and it was a mekka for me. So many dancing articles and different kinds of dancing shoes! I was ecstatic and ran around pulling leotards in all colors down from their racks. I ran to the dressing rooms and ended up buying one that was blood red and another that was dark blue. I couldn't just choose one. Both of them were long sleeved. 

When we went out the store the girls steered straight for the food court and ordered some junk. While they were waiting for their food I went to the nearest salad bar to get a box. I couldn't eat junk just before a performance. We ate and laughed and I forgot all my troubles. I had the best of friends. No one could ask for better ones.

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