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myself the heartache I knew that I was going to
have to endure. It was inevitable, and it made me want to die.

Five
     
    Dinner was amazing. I hadn’t
had a home cooked meal or at least one that hadn’t come from a box, in I didn’t
know how long. I made sure I told Gray, at least a dozen times how great it
tasted. He was acting strange and I knew it was my fault. Mrs. Weston prattled
on about meaningless things; I could tell that she sensed the tension between
the two of us. I knew it wasn’t in her nature to pry. When we were all done
eating, I immediately went to cleaning and loading the dishes into the
dishwasher.
     
    Gray helped clean off the
counters and then turned to leave with his mother. I was taken aback with the
fact that he didn’t even hang back a second to hug me good-bye. Mrs. Weston
said a quick good night and they both walked out the front door. I stood on the
other side of the closed door, baffled. What had just happened? My sadness
suddenly turned into pure rage, unleashing all of it onto the contents of my house.
     
    Picture frames and glass
shattered at every corner of the living room. I heaved the half moon wicker
chair across the entryway along with CDs, books and movies. I ripped each and
every picture from every wall in the house, my nails chipping the paint in the
process. I moved my way into the kitchen and nothing was left untouched. Pots,
pans, plates, silverware, glasses and vases were helpless to my fists. When I
finally made my way into my bedroom, I slumped down against my bedroom door
tears falling uncontrollably down my face.
     
    I wish I could say that my
fit made me feel some sort of relief, but it didn’t. If anything, I ended up
feeling worse off than before. I sat my head against my knees that were pulled
up to my chest and let every emotion I had boiling up inside of me, out. When
my legs started to fall asleep, I crawled across my bedroom floor and up onto
my bed. I curled up in the tightest ball possible and faced my back towards
Gray’s window. I knew that he would at least check on me that way, but I wasn’t
going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me.
     
    My eyes felt like twenty
pound weights on my face when I woke the next morning. I let out a yawn,
stretching the length of my bed in all directions. My body was extremely stiff
due to the fetal position that I had stayed in all night, but nothing compared
to the pain that went shooting through my knuckles. I instantly cried out in
pain. I wandered into the bathroom to wrap my hand.
     
    I put some antibacterial
ointment on my knuckles after checking for shards of glass. I wrapped it in
gauze and then again in an ACE bandage. As I was fastening the Velcro on the
bandage, I heard crunching glass. I flung open the door and started screaming
as I ran down the hall. “BE CAREFUL! ITS EVERYWHERE!” When I finally reached
the source of the noise Hannah stood staring with a perplexed look on her face.
All I could think, was at least it wasn’t a look of pity. I was getting really
sick of that look.
     
    “Hi Han.” I made sure to
keep eye contact, with no hint of forgiveness in mine. “What are you doing
here?” I was pissed and I needed her to know. I walked into the kitchen pantry
to grab the broom, ignoring Hannah in the process.
     
    “What happened to your
house?” She whispered.
     
    “Nothing. I’ll say it again,
why are you here Han?”
     
    She moved to sit at the
kitchen table. “I came by to apologize Bennett. I am s-” I cut her off mid
sentence. I was so over her and Gray, and their apologies. For once, I just
wanted one of them to be honest. I knew what I was going to say next would make
her never want to speak to me again, but I was beyond caring.
     
    “Hannah, I don’t give a shit
how sorry you are. You claim to be my best friend. You have always been there
for me, but then you hide this shit from me.” I began waiving my arms in the
air for emphasis. “You straight lied to me more than