Trapped

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

My dad was just completely angered. He felt tricked. He had completely believed that Dean would not break my heart. He had practically accepted him into the family.

My bedroom was like a crime scene when mom, dad, and Adam walked in. At first, Dad almost thought that Dean abused me. Mom began to clean the mess as Adam came to my other side which Izzie was at. A flip had been switched. I hated her now and I wanted her as far as way from me as possible like she was a deadly disease. Cancer.

Everything in this year from now and back was just a waste of my time, but I would make sure that the next months of this year and the next years of my everlasting life will just be the same dull life. I had prayed for some change and excitement, but at I cost. Didn’t see that coming, did I? There is no happily ever after ending in my book. None whatsoever.

Mom suggested, “Honey, we should get you downstairs so you can eat something.”

I shook my head and responded with a cold, blank face directed at the wall, “No. I’m fine.”

“Where the hell is my gun? I’m going to kill that guy!”, Dad threatened.

“I’ll come”, Adam told Dad. He was angry as well. So now he cares about me.

I made a fake smile and turned to my family as I said with a voice as unreadable as a blank book, “While your concern is touching, there is no need for guns or pinning Dean up against the wall as you give him a long talk. I’m fine. Everything will be fine.”

“Are you okay”, Izzie questioned with a concerned face as she began to rub my back.

“Yes. Just, please, everyone leave. I need some time alone. That’s the only way I’ll be able to get through this.”

Izzie whispered, “You don’t have to hide your pain from us, especially me. We know that you loved him and I know you’re hurting. Please, talk to us. Talk to me. I want to be there for you. Come on, Annie.”

“Izabelle! Please, just everyone get out!”

Izzie nodded, a little started, and got up to leave with everyone else. They stopped to give me one more look to make sure I was fine. They knew I wasn’t, though. I really wasn’t. Once the door clicked closed, I turned on my bed and began to scream and cry into my pillow.

Though I had talked to myself and made sure I left all of this in the past, I needed some more to time to get over this break up. It was my choice and I had made…for a good reason, though.

It took some hours, by then it was near midnight, for me to forget about Dean. Izzie had made sure to stay away from my room. No one had come in. Well, maybe once. Mom was only coming in to tell me that Dad had left to go to police department. According to her, someone had stole a large amount of money from the bank and it he would be make sometime around one a.m. The same thing that happened last year. At least my family listened.

While the break up was emotional, I did not want to waste my spring break in bed. Besides, that wasn’t my plan. My plan was to go back to its regular state before this repetition and I would. The next day, I planned to go to the Cup like I did on the other years.

Snow, River, and Johnny would be meeting me there and Izzie would be coming. I remember coming to the Cup that day due to the fact that it was the day that Izzie came from the airport. At the Cup, we would just be talking and Izzie would be telling everyone how awesome she was. Since I knew she would be the cause of my father’s death, I would be sighing and moaning, similar to how it was when she met my friends this year.