Who To Choose? Chapter Eleven
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I stared at him; what was he doing here? I didn't want him here and Evan knew this. I had specifically told him that I didn't want to see Zac.
"W-what are you doing here?" I asked, so shocked I could hardly talk.
"I wanted to see you, you're 18, we need to celebrate."
"I know I'm 18, but I told Evan I didn't want you here. Why did he bring you here?!"
"I don't know, Gracie. He just said that I had to come down. He didn't say why. I thought you were in some kind of trouble."
"STOP CALLING ME GRACIE! I'M NOT A LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE!" I screamed at him.
"I-I'm sorry." he looked so shocked. He didn't deserve this; I was taking out my anger on him.
"No, I'm sorry. I'll be right back." I stormed out of the living room and up the stairs to the bathroom where Evan was showering.
"What the hell are you playing at, asking Zac to come here?" I shouted at him.
"G, I'm kinda naked right now, can we talk about this in a minute?!" he said, startled.
"No, we can't. I want to know why you thought it was a good idea to get him to come here?"
"Well, erm, I thought maybe it would bring the two of you together. You need him Grace, you don't see it, but you do!"
"I don't fucking need him. I've had enough of the pair of you. I want you both out of my house in ten minutes. NOW GO!" I screamed. It was the first time in my life that I had ever swore but I just couldn't hold back anymore. Why were they always trying to run my life? I didn't want either of them anymore. I'd had enough of them.
"Grace, come on, be reasonable."
"I am being reasonable. I'm fed up of you trying to run my life, Evan. I'm old enough to know what's best for me. And you two aren't it! Now go, I don't want to see you right now." he looked at me. He was so hurt that I'd said those things, but I couldn't care at that moment in time. I done worrying about what other people wanted and for once I was thinking of me. Evan left the bathroom, got dressed and left the house with Zac. I watched them from my bedroom window as the left; just as Zac closed the gate he looked up and waved at me. This was goodbye.
My birthday was turning into a disaster. I didn't want to go out anymore, I didn't want to celebrate. There was nothing to celebrate, the good mood was gone. My Mum walked upstairs to me, she had kindly stayed out of the whole affair that was going on.
"Sweetie, Zachary really loves you. So does Evan."
"I know Mum, but I never asked them too."
"Honey, it's my fault Zac's here. I was talking to Evan the other night and I told him that I thought it would be good for you if Zac came. Grace, you love him with every fiber of your being. I can see it in the way you react when someone mentions him. I know that I haven't set the best example for you, but just because your dad and I didn't work out doesn't mean that you will end up like that."
"I know..."
"Grace Marie Adams, that boy loves you. He wants to be with you. Don't let what other people do or think affect how you feel about him. Now do you want to be with him?" wow, my Mum had never spoken to me like this before. I looked at her, knowing that I should answer her truthfully. I should do it for myself.
"Yes, I love him, Mum. I want to be with him, I'm lost without him."
"Then go and get him - before it's too late." I just looked at my Mum. I knew I had to do what she was telling me, but I didn't know if I had the guts to tell him how I felt.
"W-what are you doing here?" I asked, so shocked I could hardly talk.
"I wanted to see you, you're 18, we need to celebrate."
"I know I'm 18, but I told Evan I didn't want you here. Why did he bring you here?!"
"I don't know, Gracie. He just said that I had to come down. He didn't say why. I thought you were in some kind of trouble."
"STOP CALLING ME GRACIE! I'M NOT A LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE!" I screamed at him.
"I-I'm sorry." he looked so shocked. He didn't deserve this; I was taking out my anger on him.
"No, I'm sorry. I'll be right back." I stormed out of the living room and up the stairs to the bathroom where Evan was showering.
"What the hell are you playing at, asking Zac to come here?" I shouted at him.
"G, I'm kinda naked right now, can we talk about this in a minute?!" he said, startled.
"No, we can't. I want to know why you thought it was a good idea to get him to come here?"
"Well, erm, I thought maybe it would bring the two of you together. You need him Grace, you don't see it, but you do!"
"I don't fucking need him. I've had enough of the pair of you. I want you both out of my house in ten minutes. NOW GO!" I screamed. It was the first time in my life that I had ever swore but I just couldn't hold back anymore. Why were they always trying to run my life? I didn't want either of them anymore. I'd had enough of them.
"Grace, come on, be reasonable."
"I am being reasonable. I'm fed up of you trying to run my life, Evan. I'm old enough to know what's best for me. And you two aren't it! Now go, I don't want to see you right now." he looked at me. He was so hurt that I'd said those things, but I couldn't care at that moment in time. I done worrying about what other people wanted and for once I was thinking of me. Evan left the bathroom, got dressed and left the house with Zac. I watched them from my bedroom window as the left; just as Zac closed the gate he looked up and waved at me. This was goodbye.
My birthday was turning into a disaster. I didn't want to go out anymore, I didn't want to celebrate. There was nothing to celebrate, the good mood was gone. My Mum walked upstairs to me, she had kindly stayed out of the whole affair that was going on.
"Sweetie, Zachary really loves you. So does Evan."
"I know Mum, but I never asked them too."
"Honey, it's my fault Zac's here. I was talking to Evan the other night and I told him that I thought it would be good for you if Zac came. Grace, you love him with every fiber of your being. I can see it in the way you react when someone mentions him. I know that I haven't set the best example for you, but just because your dad and I didn't work out doesn't mean that you will end up like that."
"I know..."
"Grace Marie Adams, that boy loves you. He wants to be with you. Don't let what other people do or think affect how you feel about him. Now do you want to be with him?" wow, my Mum had never spoken to me like this before. I looked at her, knowing that I should answer her truthfully. I should do it for myself.
"Yes, I love him, Mum. I want to be with him, I'm lost without him."
"Then go and get him - before it's too late." I just looked at my Mum. I knew I had to do what she was telling me, but I didn't know if I had the guts to tell him how I felt.
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