All Out of Love

Mila

My phone rang. I let it roll over to voicemail. I knew it wouldn’t be Ben.

When it stopped ringing and started right up again, I knew who it was. Skylar was the only person that knew that she had to keep trying when I wasn’t okay. And she knew how broken I was.

After Ben had left on Wednesday, I had called her, crying about what he’d done to me.

“I thought you were avoiding calls,” she said when I answered. “Get dressed and come over. You need to get out of the house.”

“How did you know I wasn’t dressed?”

“Because you’re miserable. You’re probably in your towels.”

Skylar knew me too well.

“I don’t think I’m going to come over, today,” I said. I wasn’t in the mood.

“I’m not asking, I’m telling. Come on, you have to do something.”

I sighed and agreed. Skylar was right, and if anyone could mobilize me, it was my best friend. At least I still had her.

I changed into jeans and a t-shirt, ballerina flats and pulled my hair into a ponytail because it had dried like shit after all.

When