you to come with me. We had a report of an assault on a young man at the local pool hall tonight.”
I shake my head. “Shit.”
My mom and Richard look at me. Richard steps forward. “What’s going on?”
I sigh. “Jack ran his mouth about Anna at the pool hall and his face ran into my fist a couple of times.”
Richard looks at the deputy. “Can you conduct this interview here or is there another reason for him to go to the station? He goes to college up in Alabama and plays football. Any association with the law could cause him to lose his scholarship.”
My mom sighs. “Yes, please?”
The deputy looks at me. “I guess I can take his statement here and get in touch with him if we need to.”
So we all sit down and I explain to the deputy what happened and why I was pissed at Jack in the first place. It helps that Richard had talked to them about what happened to Anna last year. Apparently, another girl’s parents also came to them about Jack and his anger issues. The deputy says he will go to talk to Jack, who wants to press charges against me. The deputy figures that once Jack realizes that he’s on their radar, he’ll drop the charges. With a sigh of relief, I shut the door behind him.
I look back in the living room at Richard comforting my mom on the couch. “You guys, this has been a really long, crazy day. I’m taking my ass to bed. I’m not going to say anything to the girls; you can let them know when you’re ready. But please, don’t let them find out the way I did.” I hear chuckling as I go upstairs.
Chapter 5
Daria
It’s so great to leave the cabin f inally. However, driving down the streets leading to my new apartment, I grow nervous. My dad told me that the apartment was furnished and that he’d gotten my other things out of storage. My therapist has been seeing me via Skype at the cabin on a regular basis and she thinks this will be great for me. She did suggest that I get some sort of part-time job. She’s afraid that, if I stay in the apartment alone all the time, I’ll relapse. My dad told me that I didn’t have to have a job, but I feel like the therapist is right. Plus, if I’m going back to school, I need to start getting used to being around large groups of people again. Maybe tomorrow I’ll go around town and put in my application at a few places.
Pulling into the apartment complex, I notice all of the security cameras and a couple of guards. It looks secure; I can tell my dad picked this place. I make my way over to apartment 4A and unlock the door to my new life. I walk in and can instantly tell my mom had a hand in the decorating.
In the bedroom, I find all of my things that had been in storage. They’ve had my bed and the rest of my furniture set up. I just need to unpack my clothes and personal crap. Looking at the boxes with Anna and Gabby’s handwriting on them nearly breaks my heart. They had to pack up all of my things. They came home from an already shitty Christmas to a bloodbath. One catatonic crazy girl and the guy who’s basically their brother shot in the arm. It probably ruined any chance he had at a football career.
It’s a wonder they don’t hate me. Most of the time I hate myself. It seems like I cause hurt and aggravation to anyone I come in contact with.
I take a step back and breathe. I need to take my medicine and stay out of this room for the night. I can’t go through these boxes tonight.
Gabby’s baby shower is next weekend. I haven’t told anyone else that I’m back in town. Anna knows I’m moving back, but she doesn’t know when. I would tell her that I’m back, but I feel like I need a few days to readjust. I miss them all so much. Growing up, I always wondered what it would be like to have siblings. Having all those crazy people in my life made me feel like I had a big family.
I especially miss Cade. I have to stop this; I have to stop thinking about Cade. He needs to move on, to find someone worthy of him. Someone who is good