15. The Pain
It has been two weeks since the last time I talked to Luke or Ashton. I talked to Michael one week after it happened and he said he just wished he would of told me and was over it. Michael and I have both been living at Cal's and sometimes we move over to Michael's place. I told them what happened with Ashton and they refuse to leave my side. Ashton and Michael have there lockers right next to each other, so I put all the classes that are before lunch in Michael's locker, and all the stuff after lunch in Calum's. They have no complaints. They are pissed at Ashton, because at one point we were inseparable, and now he can't accept his best friend.
Lately all I do is cry. I still have some of Ash's clothes from when he was at my house and forgot them or when I was at his and I needed some and never gave them back. Now I wear them to school and sleep in them at night. I don't even wear girl clothes half the time. Just jeans and shoes, but otherwise it's one of the guys's beanies, sweatshirts, sweatpants, t shirts, or regular shirts. They are baggy and make me feel better.
Currently though, I have to go back to my house to get more of my stuff and talk to my dad. I was walking that way, when I here footsteps rushing behind me. I turn to see Ash jogging to catch up and I turn back and dash toward the house. I look out the window and see him staring at the house sadly. Not my fault that I can't be accepted in your world.
He sees me looking at him in the window and he rushes to his house. I feel a huge wave of pain. If he wanted to talk so bad why would he just leave me? I walk upstairs and start grabbing stuff. I shove it all into a bag and I walk downstairs to wait for my dad. I here the door open. Is he home early?
"Dad?" No answer.
I quickly run to the garage and check to see if his car is home.
It's empty. I go back inside quietly. I feel a breeze on my shoulders.
Wait. A breeze? I'm inside my house. I look to the patio door. It's open.
Someone is in my house.