All Chapters of TROUBLED: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Search for him on Facebook!" Laura suggested, I had already done that on my own before. I shrugged deciding let me just give it one more try. No results. "Okay, maybe he has a middle name or instead of Eric Michelson try Rickey Michelson. He clearly loves that name more." She said taking a large bite off her apple then jumping on her bed where I sat with her MacBook. I didn't want to spend anytime with Eric so I told him, I had plans and yes I did have plans. To hang out at Laura and Sam's cute apartment until dawn, like the good old days. Was it weird that I was just leaving him alone with my parents? Well my dad was at the hospital all the time and my mom had held a book club every Monday and Wednesday's. He has a car so he probably went to pick up some ladies like he had said earlier. It kind of bothered me."No results again, but there are other Rickeys just not that Rickey. He did say he wasn't interested in social media and all." I shrugged."And you believe him?" Laura aske

My dad was hosting his charity event, in organization with the Eastwood central Hospital as he always did each year. I had already gotten a dress, I was already ready. This was the event I had especially came for. I looked forward to it, I always did because for a full night I would feel like a Princess and at Twenty-five I still loved playing dress up with my mom and Laura. It was always fun, getting our nails done, face-beat and all the fun stuff but this would be more fun because Eric was around. It excited me, he excited me. We had been spending a lot of time together. He went to buy tampons with me at six am, he went with me practically everywhere. He absolutely acted like we were attached from hip to hip. He was right about trying to be nicer to me, he had been trying to filter his horrible case of verbal diarrhea but he had no idea that it was in those moments that I somehow fell in-love with him. I would admit that I was in-love with him to myself and Laura because being in d

4am. That's the time, Eric and I left the beach. I couldn't wait to hit my comfortable bed honestly. I was tired and worn out and my dress was wet. Eric had mischievously held me bridal Style only to have us both landing in the cold sea water. I told him, I was mad and wouldn't be forgiving him anytime soon but I'm about twenty minutes our lips were sealed together and our bodies entwined in every imaginable way. It was pure bliss, every moment with Eric was always blissful. When we got home, I saw both of my parents cars already parked. They were clearly home, I was twenty-five anyways and this is my life. Eric's I don't care attitude was rubbing on me. We quietly walked up the stairs careful not to make any noise. Now fluttering my eyes, everything was still a blur and I could hear my mom knocking. I panicked, thinking Eric was here but looking around he wasn't and I was dressed in his white dress shirt, reaching my knees. I had a blanket covering me with warmth. He had clearly

I took the ride with my dad to the hospital, i was trying to avoid Eric. Remembering what he had said and the way things had turned out. I had to be content and accept that he was never mine to begin with and he would never be mine. He was Debby's it showed in the way he talked about her, the way his frown immediately turned into a smile. He simply adored her and she was one lucky girl. For a moment... I wished I was her.But as long as he was happy."You and Eric seem to have ironed it all out?" My dad said, I had been in deep thought that I didn't realize he had already parked at the hospital. "Yes, we did. Thanks dad, I think I understand him more now." I gave him a brief smile. "You don't seem happy?" He questioned his eyebrows furrowed. Ofcourse I wasn't, Eric was inlove with someone else and he had made it clear now I couldn't exactly smile at that, now would I? "I am happy, I just hate needles that's all." I muttered."You're a nurse darling, how can you hate needles." He ch

It was around six pm when we finished with the dress fitting. Personally I didn't like the bridesmaid dresses. It's as if Addie wanted us to look super horrid that way the whole spotlight would be on her. Don't get me wrong, it was after all her wedding but I didn't like my dress. I felt very uncomfortable because unlike Elishama, Laura and Mal... it shaped every meander of my body. As the years had went by, I always avoided wearing tight clothing or dresses because it grabbed attention that I didn't want. Laura thought, in fact they all thought I looked great but I didn't feel that way. I felt out of place. Maybe my insecurities were getting the best of me. I had to convince myself that it wasn't about me, it was about Addie and Jeremy. I shouldn't be a drama queen about a dress shaping my body...By eight pm, we were at Addie's hangout. I never quite caught the name of the bar so far as I can remember; it always was Addie's hangout amongst friends and family. Not that our parents ev