Fragile(NOT COMPLETED, UNDER REVISION, PLZ DONT READ RN)

Chapter 24

    After drying myself off I quickly apply lotion and throw on my pajamas. The long sleeved sweater engulfs my body in warmth and the fleece pants go well over the length of my legs due to my height. I plug in my blowdryer and begin to dry my hair. It was too cold to leave it wet.  

    Once my hair is dry I walk back to the bathroom and pick up the clothes off of the floor. I kick the shoes out of the room with my feet and bundle the clothes up in a ball. 

    Not giving it a second thought I walk downstairs and out of the front door. I step down the pathway barefoot until I reach the mailbox where we also keep the large trash-bins. I open up the green one and throw the clothes inside. I don't want to keep any memories of tonight. I never want to see that dress again.

    I limp back inside and into the kitchen. Settling on a cup of tea I wait in silence for it to steep before taking my mug back up to my room.

     I sit on my bed and hold the hot mug in hands, not caring if it burnt my fingers or if the hot liquid burnt my tongue. 

    My eyes close in tiredness. All of the ache and sadness increased as my thoughts took control. 

    I couldn't escape Ethan. Monday would come too soon and then I'd have to see him at school. He'd look at me like he always does and probably won't remember a thing he did tonight to me because he was drunk. I'll remember though. I'll never forget. 

    I took long sips of tea allowing it to run down my throat and heat up my stomach. Finally finishing it off I set the mug down on my stand and grab my phone to check the time. 

    It was nearly two in the morning now and my dad still wasn't home. Maybe he'd come home tomorrow night. 

    Scrolling downwards, the notifications bar appears for my eyes to meet a bunch of missed calls from Alyssa. There were a few voicemails and I clicked on the very last one. The distant sound of loud music made me cringe until I heard Alyssa's voice. 

"I was super worried about you until I checked my texts and saw Logan's. Again I'm so sorry for not answering but I'm driving home right now. Maybe tomorrow we can talk? Please text me back after you hear-" Her voicemail cuts off as my phone starts to buzz again. 

    I pull it away from my ear to see  'unknown number' plastered across the screen. Mentally I debate on whether or not I should answer before I finally just swipe the answer button. Holding it back up to my ear I let out a weak hello. 

"Did I wake you up?" My eyes widen significantly at the sound of Logan's voice pouring out from the other end. I sit there in total silence, pulling my knees up to my chest before hearing him speak again.

"Gracie? You still there?" He asks, the volume of his voice increasing.

"How did you g-get my number?" I ask hoarsely. 

"I asked Alyssa for it." The silence begins to grow again between the two of us. "Are you feeling better?" His voice comes out concerned. 

"Why do you care?" I ask, my tone coming out a bit more bitter than I expected.

"I mean I did find you crying-" He shoots back quickly but I cut him off. 

"Please, I don't want to talk about it." 

    I hear him sigh and move around a bit in the background. 

"What were you doing there Gracie? Just tell me what happened. You know I saw-"

"Logan. I thanked you for driving me home but please, I don't want to talk about it." I trembled, feeling tears start to form in my eyes. 

"I just want to help okay?" I hear him say lowly after a few minutes pass by. It's so low I almost don't hear it. 

"Why?" My tone comes out mumbled, stifled by the tears threatening to spill once again. 

    It's quiet on the other end for a while until I clear my throat. 

"It doesn't matter anyways Logan. Y-You couldn't help me if you tried." 

    His voice is heard through the speaker almost immediately but I hang up the call before he can finish. I power my phone off completely and place it as far away from me ask I can. Help me? He didn't know a thing about what I needed help with. He would never understand. 

I hate finals week, but on the other hand my updates have been pretty consistent :) Please ignore any spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes because I always write at early hours in the morning (1-6 AM) so I'm just too tired rn. 

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