6 Months later

I am pulled from my sleep by a knock at the bedroom door. I slowly slip out from under Eric's heavy arm and throw one of his shirts over my very naked body before opening it.

"hey," Christina whispers, "there are some people here to see you."

"Who is it," I ask with sleep laced into my voice.

"One girl says her name is Kayla..."

"Shit." I mutter, "I'll be out in a minute."

Kayla, one of my 'best friends' from high school, one that left me for the judge when I got my DUI. If she was here that probably meant Brad and Alex were here too.

i quietly throw on some jeans and a tank top before tossing my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head.

"Hey Trissy Poo," Kayla greets me with her sickly sweet voice. I forgot how much I didn't miss her.

"What are you guys doing here," I ask getting straight to the point.

"Well, we heard you were here so we thought we'd drive down to see you. We missed you."

"Trissy, come out with us today," Alex whines.

i look to him and notice the scars on his arms, obviously from pricking himself.

"Guys, I can't, I have school. I have a new life."

"Come on," Kayla pleads, "don't be like that."

"It'll be like old times," Brad says smiling. I can't believe I ever thought Brad was good looking. His hair was a thick and curly mess on his head, he looked like he hadn't shaven in weeks.

I look up and see Eric coming through the bedroom door into the living room, he has confusion on his face at the scene before him.

"Hey, babe," I jump up and hurry to him before questions are asked.

"Whose this," he asks, trying to sound nice. Which he fails miserably.

"Um, you remember Brad, Alex and Kayla, right?"

"Can't say I do."

"Ouch, man," Brad chimes in, "we played football together."

Eric glares at him and turns back to me, "I'm going to the gym."

"Wow, he's a keeper Tris," Kayla snorts, "so come out with us, you can invite some of your friends."

"I think I'm going to pass guys."

Alex stands and moves to me, "come on baby girl."

"Don't call me that," I sneer.

it was time for them to leave.

"I can't believe you're choosing him over us, we were the ones who got you out after he hurt you, we were the ones who helped you live again," Kayla whined.

"You're also the ones who fucking left me after I got a DUI!"

Kayla looks at me with wide eyes and she stands from the couch, "we're through here boys, fuck this bitch."

I swallow back my anger as they walk past me and out the front door.

"Who the hell was that," Christina asks me from the kitchen.

"Who I used to be," I whispered back and retreated into my bedroom.

...

"Hey," I say to Eric while he is on the treadmill.

"Hey," he says in a gruff voice. He sounds mad still.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Nope," he continues to run.

I nod my head and turn around to leave but I turn back to look at him, "if you don't want to talk, I will. That's not who I am anymore Eric, if that's why you are even mad at me. I don't know why they came here or how they found me, all they wanted was for me to come with them to a party."

"Not mad at you," Eric interrupts his voice is husky.

"Then why won't you talk to me?"

"I'm mad at myself," he stops running and looks at me, "I'm mad because when I left, you went to them when I could have prevented that."

"It's not your fault."

"Well, I feel like it is," he says moving from the treadmill to the punching bags.

"Eric," I say quietly following him.

He begins his assault on on of the bags. It is swinging wildly from the chain on the ceiling. I sigh heavily and move to the other side of the bag to hold it steady for him.

"What are you doing," he asks, trying to sound annoyed.

"Spotting."

His eye catches mine slightly and another heavy blow nearly topples me from the other side of the bag, but I stand my ground.

"Come on Trissy," Brad taunts me, "just take the shot, it will make you feel better."

He shoves the shot glass towards me with the tequila in it, I had never drank tequila before. I finally throw my head back and let the clear liquid flow down my throat.

I sputter slightly and refrain from heaving it back up.

Kayla and Alex are laughing at me.

"We will get you over him," Brad whispers into my ear.

I shoot straight up in bed with sweat plastered to my face. Eric is quietly snoring next to me.

why did those three come find me, how did they even know I was at Stanford.

I lay my head back down and pull the blanket over my head drifting back into my deep sleep.

Hey everyone I am so sorry I have neglected this story for some time, I have been busy with work and my kid trying to keep caught up on the mom life.

I will do better keeping my stories updated!