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?


20. He WHAT?

(Reeds's POV)

When I heard Davids door shut I ran up the stairs to check on Tim. I trusted David not to hurt him but that didn't mean that he had been easy on him either. I walked in without knocking and to my great surprise Tim sat on his bed with a smile on his face. He looked up when he heard me and said "I like your brother." "I'm glad you do. I was worried he'd go all..." I waved my hands around looking for the right word "...David on you." "I think he's cool with everything." He laughed and stood up. I walked over and gave him a hug. I don't know what for but I just felt like it. He mumbled something in my ear. "If only that was the case for everybody." I think he said. "What?" "Uhm... That Alex kid? The guy you're friends with? He punched me in the hallway today." "He did what!" I asked with a shock expression and pulled back. "Yeah he punched me. After you went to class this morning." "Why?" "No idea." He said and sat down again. "Well are you ok? Did you have a flashback or something?" "No I'm fine. I don't even blame him. I have a shady reputation at school. He is just looking after you." He said surprising me yet again. "That doesn't mean he can be violent. I'm talking to him tomorrow." I said and walked to the door. Before shutting it I said that dinner would be in a few minutes then went downstairs to pop some fish fingers in the microwave. I really didn't have the energy for anything else.

The next day at lunch I speed walked straight to where Alex was sitting. He had his back to me so I poked his shoulder and asked him to come with me. I led him to a deserted classroom turned to face him and slapped him across the face. "Ow! What was that for?" "You know good and well what it was for! Why would you do that? You are not a violent person Alex! You're lucky that Tim isn't gonna tell anyone. What if Gina heard about this huh? What sort of role model are you!" "Look I'm sorry ok! I don't know what got into me. And I will apologize to him! I know that I'm not violent. I never have been. I don't know why I did it. I just got really pissed. I'm sorry!" He said. He sounded sincere but I was caught by something else. That day I had just kissed Tim before I left. I couldn't help but wonder if that was what had made Alex so angry. Before I could stop myself I said "Why were you so mad?" "What?" "Why did you get so pissed Alex? It's a fairly simple question." "I... I..." his cheeks reddened proving my theory right. "That's what I figured." I said and stormed out with tears in my eyes. I don't know why I was crying exactly. I just did...

I walked back in the cafeteria and looked around for Tim. I couldn't have him see me like this. A figure stood up and through my blurry eyes I saw too late that it was Tim. He was headed straight for me and I tried to turn back out the door but he grabbed me by the wrist and spun me around yanking me into his embrace. After a while like this the bell rang. We headed for our next classes holding hands and on the way to we walked past Alex. He looked like he had just slapped himself or banged his head into a wall and I could tell he had been crying too. I looked at the ground and walked faster. The rest of the day went by in a blur and when the final bell rang I didn't even notice. Tim had been looking for me for a while when he found me still sitting in the classroom. He had dragged me to my car and taken my keys. He drove us home. The whole ride was silent and every now and then he would cast a worried look in my direction but he never pushed me to talk. He placed me on the couch when we got home flicked on the TV and put his arm around my shoulder. I snuggled up to him and very soon I was asleep.

I dreamed of fighting with Alex. I didn't know what we were fighting over but it didn't matter. All I knew was that I had to win. 

I was shaken awake by Tim. He said I had been screaming. I felt dried up tears on my face and I finally realized why I had been crying all day. My best friend liked me. My best friend. And I had freaked out on him and chased him away. I had lost Alex.

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