“He lied to me.”
Sitting down next to me, he asks, “What do you mean ‘he lied?’”
I start to cry and he takes my hand. “Remember when the detective told us there was a witness to what happened?”
“Yeah.”
“It was Ryan. Jase, he saw it and never told me.”
Kimber sits down on the other side of me as I lean into Jase’s arms, and I hear Kimber tell Jase that I told her everything. And for the first time in a long time, the three of us hold each other. I’m so hurt and so lost, but at the same time, I feel like I’m finally back with the people who I have always considered my family.
When Jase pulls back, he wants to know how I found out, so I tell him about calling Detective Patterson and everything that he said.
“What did you say to Ryan?”
With a new slew of tears breaking free, I say, “I ended it. Jase, I don’t know what to do. I just don’t know what to do. How could he do this to me?”
“I don’t know, sweetie.”
“You’re gonna have to go over to his place. All my things are there and my phone. I left it all there.”
“Don’t worry about any of that. Jase will take care of it,” Kimber assures me.
“I’ll go over there when I leave here. But I don’t want to leave you like this.”
I lie down, rest my head in Jase’s lap, and let him console me. I listen to him and Kimber talk about everything while Jase answers all of her questions. I don’t say anything. I just lie there until the tears dry up and I have nothing left in me. I never thought I could feel as low as I do right now. I didn’t think it was possible, but I feel like the depths of my despair can’t sink any lower. If ever I wanted to lose myself and disappear, it’s right now. I’m so empty and nothing Jase or Kimber can do or say could take away the stabbing pain inside me.
When Jase leaves, Kimber takes me into her room, and I crawl into her bed. I tell her I can smell Ryan on my sheets, and she goes into my room, grabs all of my bedding, and tosses a load into the washer. When she comes back, she lies down with me like we used to do and pulls the sheets over us, hugging me from behind. I’ve missed this, having her, my best friend, my sister.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
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These past two weeks have been such a daze. I’m miserable. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I try to keep myself consumed with school, but I can’t even focus. Ryan calls me every day, and each time he does, it’s just a reminder of how alone I am. I can’t even read his texts. I delete them as soon as they come through. When Jase went over there to get my belongings last week, he came back and suggested that I talk to Ryan. But I know there is nothing he could possibly say to lessen this pain. I gave him everything I had to give. I bared it all to him, and the whole time he was lying to me. I feel so betrayed and so used. And the most sickening part of it all is that I still love him. I hate myself for that. I don’t know what’s wrong with me; I don’t understand how I can still feel this way about him after everything.
Mark and Jase still talk to him and see him. I told them that I understand. After all, Mark’s band plays at his bar. I can’t expect them to not be his friend. But I’ve been keeping my distance from them because I can’t help but feel hurt at the same time.
When Roxy kept asking about Ryan and why she hadn’t seen him around, I just didn’t have the energy to deal with it, so I quit. I know it was a total overreaction, but all I really want to do is escape from everything. I’m trying hard to be strong and put the pieces back together, but Ryan didn’t leave me with pieces—he left me with ashes.
Since I no longer have anything aside from dance to distract me on the weekends, I’m home alone most of the time. Kimber is at her parents’ this weekend. She wanted me to come with her, but just the thought of pretending to be happy around her family was enough to exhaust me. Jase called earlier to try and get me out of the house, but I told him I wasn’t feeling well. I know he didn’t believe me, but I don’t care.
He’s worried that I’m not taking care of myself, and I guess he should be. I know I look awful. It’s only been two weeks and my clothes are all loose on me, but I can’t rid my stomach of the knots that consume it. Ms. Emerson has been riding my ass again, and I know I need to pull it together and quick because our production is a mere two weeks away.
When the doorbell rings, I drag myself to the door. I look out the living room window, and I can’t swallow against the lump in my throat when I see Ryan’s black Rubicon. Leaning my head against the door, I say, “Go away.”
“You won’t return any of my calls, babe. Please, let me talk to you.”
I turn away and start walking back to my room when I hear a key slide into the lock and then the door opening.
Snapping back to face the door, I yell, “What are you doing?!”
“Jase gave me a key.”
“Ass,” I mumble under my breath. “Ryan, please go. I don’t want to talk.”