My Escape Chapter 14

**I am so sorry, everyone!! But I really do have an excuse. My laptop broke and the entire finished story was on there. But guess what? I bought myself a brand new laptop with money from work! But since I didn't have the file, I had type this all from memory. And yes, I know it's short, but I wanted to get something out so yall knew I wasn't stopping the story. Sorry for the confusement!**

"Oh my God!" I screamed, rereading the letter over and over again. I just couldn’t believe it. I had gotten accepted to Yale! No freaking way!
Greg and my dad ran into the den and looked at me like I was crazy. I mean, who could blame them? I was jumping and smiling and I basically looked like I was high. But I just couldn’t help it! I mean, it was Yale! "What the hell?" my brother exclaimed with a smile on his face. He was probably enjoying not being the crazy one in the family for once.

I ran over to them and then shoved the letter in his face. He took a step backwards and then grabbed the piece of paper out of my hands. "Holy shit!" he yelled as he realized what it contained.
"Language," my dad scolded and then grabbed the paper out of his son’s hands. Ever since he had shown up at the championship game, he had been like a different person. He had even cooked dinner last night. That night, after I had gotten home from Oliver’s, he had sat us down and told us that he would be going to therapy.
And ever since, he had acted like part of the family. It was easy to say that the past few weeks had probably been the best of my life. Claire was back to normal and still grounded, but she had snuck out a few times. Oliver was still my boyfriend and I had even trusted him enough to tell him about my mom. That had been an emotional night.

But ever since, we had been closer than ever. We talked just about every night and saw each other at least twice a week. He had even stopped drinking. My life was practically amazing.
My dad embraced me in a hug and said, "That’s brilliant, sweetie. I’m so proud of you." It was still a tad bit weird to receive hugs from him, but it was amazing anyways. They were just like I remembered.
"Thanks dad," I said with a huge smile on my face.
He took a step back and said, "I’m sure you’ll want to tell Oliver, but once you come home we’ll have a big dinner."
Greg said, "Awesome!" and then gave me a hug.

Thirty minutes later, I was pulling into the driveway of Oliver’s house. Fortunately, he was there for once. It was very rare that he was home if we didn‘t have anything planned. He was usually out with his friends or at football practice.
I hastily climbed out of my car and then scurried over to his front door. I knocked on the door and when Oliver swung it open, he looked shocked to see me. I wasn’t much of a spur-of-the-moment kind of girl and he knew that. "To what do I owe this surprise?" he asked, with a huge smile on his face.

Before I could stop myself, I threw my arms around his neck and hugged myself closer to him. I was running on adrenaline and he was there and…well, I just couldn’t help myself. "What are you on and can I have some?" he asked in that taunting tone of his.
I laughed and then pressed my lips against his. But before it got too hot and heavy like it always did, I pulled away and asked him, "Are your parents home?"
He shook his head, grabbed my hand, and then led me into his familiar home. As soon as the door shut behind us, he kissed me again. Even though I was perfectly happy to kiss him all day, I just couldn’t wait another minute to tell him. He was going to be so excited for me.
I mean, yeah, we had argued a little bit about what we were going to after we graduated but he was still going to be happy for me. I just knew he was.

"So you never did tell me why you showed up," he smiled, resting his forehead against mine.
I pulled the copy of the acceptance letter out of my pocket--I didn’t want the original to get ruined, of course--and showed it him. His smile started to turn down at the edges and by the end of the letter, his mouth was a full-fledged frown. Oh no. "Seriously?" he asked, looking away from the letter and back at me.
Before I could even say anything, he started talking. "Kara, Yale is hours away from here."
I sighed; he wasn’t happy for me at all. "I know, but you haven’t gotten any letters back so maybe you’ll be accepted somewhere close to Yale. And if that doesn’t work out, then we can just do the long distance thing."

He dropped the letter and let it flutter to the ground. Thank God I had made that copy. He plopped himself down on the couch and said, "I don’t know if I can do long distance."
"You’re kidding me, right?" I asked, disbelievingly. He couldn’t be breaking up with me. He hadn’t said the exact words yet, but I knew he was going to head towards that direction. I had seen enough movies to know what that was like.
He ran his hands through his hair in a frustrated motion and when he looked up at me, I saw his mouth start to quiver. Oh yeah. I was definitely being dumped. "Maybe we should just end it now."
"No," I insisted, sitting down next to him. He wasn’t going to do this now that my life was finally in order. He was going to screw it all up again.

He removed himself from the couch and then stood up. Oh. My. God. Never in a million years would I have thought I’d be in this position. The day I get accepted to college is the day I get dumped by my boyfriend.
"Yes, Kara. Summer’s almost here and I can’t continue this if I know you’re just going to leave." As he said this, he didn’t even look me in the eye. Coward.
"If you really did like me, like you said you did, then you wouldn’t be dumping me because of this. There must be some other reason. Is there another girl, Oliver?" To tell you the truth, I wanted something else to cause the break up. I didn’t want it to be me.

He looked at me and I could tell by the look on his face that he was insulted I even made that assumption. "Of course not!" he argued, dropping back down to sit next to me. "I don’t want to break up with you, I really don’t, but I’m telling you now that I’m not going to do long distance."
"So you want me to give up Yale for you?" I asked, flabbergasted. I may have loved Oliver--not like I had told him that or anything--but I wasn’t going to give Yale up for him. Yale was going to be great for my life.
He shook his head, "Of course not. But this needs to end."

Tears started to surface. "Please don’t do this," I pleaded, my dignity going down the toilet. I wanted to remain strong and tough, but I just couldn’t do it. Oliver had been such a big part of my life and what was it going to be like without him?
When he saw my eyes start to water, he stood up from the couch again. I missed his warmth immediately. "Can you please leave?" he asked, his voice cracking at the end.
I nodded, my heart falling to my toes and crashing. I picked the acceptance letter off of the floor and then quickly made my way out of his house, not even looking at him as I did so. The moment I got into my car, I blasted the air condition, pulled out of his driveway, drove half a mile, and then parked on the side of the road and sobbed.

It felt as if my body was about to explode from emotion overload. I couldn‘t believe he had dumped me because I had gotten accepted to college. What kind of an asshole did that? But what really made me mad was that I was mad at myself. I was so upset over a guy who dumped because of the stupidest reason. I should have been pissed at him.
But I so wasn’t.
Twenty minutes later, after my body had rid itself of every tear it could possibly contain, I pulled myself together and then drove off. I was never going to talk to him again.

"That douche bag!" Claire yelled as soon as I told her what had happened. It was two days after we had actually broken up, but the first day I had really let myself talk to anyone about the break up.
"I know," I mumbled into the phone, and then pulled my comforter up to my neck. It would be so nice to just stay in bed all day and not have to see anyone.
But what really pissed me off was that I had become one of the girls I had promised myself I would never become. The kind of girl that acted as if the guy who had dumped her had been her whole life. The kind of girl who thought she would never find a guy like him again.

I kept trying to tell myself that once college was here I would forget all about him and that Oliver was just a high school boyfriend, but for some reason, I just couldn’t convince myself.
She said, "Well look on the bright side. You won’t be tied down for college and you’ll be free to screw around with whoever the hell you want to."
But what if I didn’t want that? What if the only person I wanted to be with was Oliver Carter? I groaned; I should not of had a thought like that! Oliver wasn’t my "One" obviously, so why not look for him? But then again, what if my "one" didn’t even exist?
"Yeah," I told her, but I knew she wouldn’t be convinced. Even I heard the doubt in my voice.
Deep down, I knew the truth. It didn’t seem like I would ever get over him.