"She's not taking visitors right now," Trace told us when we had finally gotten to the hospital.

"But is she okay?" I asked

Trace nods her head.

"Can you at least tell us what happened?" Tyler asks.

Again she shakes her head, "I'd rather not. It not my place to tell."

We both sigh and look at each other. What were we going to do now? Grace didn't want to see anybody, and she's pretty stubborn.

"Please," I pleaded with her, "try and convince her."

Trace held her cup of coffee up with both hands, "I'll try. I don't know how effective I'll be. But I will try." She walks off back into Graces room while we go back to the waiting room.

"My parents by now have figured out I'm not at school." My voice filled the silence as we took our seat.

"Do you want me to take you back?"

I shake my head, "and leave Grace?"

"It's not like she will let us see her anytime soon."

"Maybe she will change her mind."

Sure enough ten minutes later Trace comes to the waiting room, "she said she'll see Tyler."

"What about me?"

Trace shakes her head.

I silently curse as the two walk away leaving me alone in the waiting room. Why Tyler and not me? Did I affect her that much? Are we back to hating each other?

"Brooke!" Terra comes rushing into the waiting room, "I got a call. Is she okay?"

"As far as I know she'll love, but she's not seeing anyone right now."

Terra takes a seat next to me, "I got here as soon as I could."

I nod my head not wanting to talk to her. Not wanting everything to come crashing down just yet. I don't know if I could handle that right now; so we sat in silence.

It was sometime, before Tyler came back to the waiting room. More like just passed the waiting room though. His eyes were blood shot, maybe from crying, and he walked fast not making eye contact as he went past.

"Tyler," I called out as he passed. However he didn't pay any mind to me. Just walked away.

"Leave him," Trace spoke appearing from nowhere.

"Can I see Grace?" Terra asked her.

"I didn't know you were here yet. I will let her know, but she isn't taking many visitors."

"How long will she be here for?" I asked.

"She will be discharged tomorrow. They just want to keep her over night for observations."

"Observations? What exactly happened?" Terra asked.

"Like I told Brooklyn, it is not my place to tell you. I will let Grace know you're here."

"Wait, she still doesn't want to see me?" I asked.

Trace shook her head, "I'm sorry, but she doesn't."

Terra and I took a seat again while Trace left to tell Grace Terra is here.

Grace still not wanting to talk to me, it stuck with me. Why doesn't she want to talk to me? What going on? Why is she here?

I had so many questions, but no one seemed to be willing to answer them for me.

"You and Grace are back on bad terms?" Terra asked randomly.

I shrugged, "I-I don't know."

"Is this because of me?" Terra asked rather bluntly.

I look up at her, "no. At least I don't think it is. Honestly I have no clue."

She nods her head, "if I'd knew it went down like this I'd never-"

"You'd never what?"

"I knew she liked you. I knew that, but I didn't care. Whenever she wouldn't make a move I did. I'm not saying it was a mistake, but I know you don't like me like that."

"What are you talking about?"

She sighed, "look Brooke, I know how you feel about me will never match what you feel about Grace. Don't lie to me. What are we doing?"

"I don't want to have this conversation right now."

"If not now then when? Brooke how do you feel about me?"

"I really did think we could have something. We can have something, but as long as we are still friends with Grace, things will keep on coming up. It's just my feelings for Grace-" I shake my head. I don't know how to word this feeling I'm feeling.

"Terra, Grace said you can see her now."

We both look up and see Trace standing in front of us. With one last glance back at me Terra stands up, and disappears down the hall.

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I didn't get to see Grace on the first day, all I got was yelled at by my parents for skipping class. I didn't get to see her the second day either. By then she went home. I knocked on the front door once everyday for a week begging Trace to let me speak to her.

She didn't budge. For a straight week Grace stayed held up on their house. I didn't see anyone come or go. Not even Tyler.

Tyler of which had been MIA since he left the hospital the first day. Terra also had gone MIA on me. Everyone seemed to be ignoring me, and I don't know why. What did I do? Or did it cut deeper than what I did, what did grace tell them?

Two weeks came and went. I hadn't been able to get over Grace. The only places I went were school and back home. The routine repeated. At five in the after noon I would make my daily trip to knock on Graces front door, optimistic that she would let me in.

Today I was more optimistic than the rest. Something inside of me told me today is the day. Today she is going to let me. Today I am going to see her bright glowing face, and feel her embrace. I'm going to smell her shampoo, and her smile is going to brighten my day.

Coming upon the door I took a deep breathe, balled my hand into a fit, and nocked on the front door. Waiting five seconds before doing it again. Today the door didn't even open. My spark of confidence is sniffed out.

Sagging shoulder I make my way back across the street arms crossed in front of me. Today wasn't any different from the past 14 days. As I made my way back inside I decided that I would stop.

I would stop everything.

Stop going across the street every day.

Stop thinking of Grace.

Stop letting my world revolve around her.

I would stop letting my parents control my life.

Being sick and tired of everyone running over me I went up stairs to my room and packed a bag. I can't take this anymore. I want to be a normal teenager. To not have to worry about getting disowned for my sexuality, to no have a life because my parents don't like the path I choose.

I'm living for myself now, and no anyone else.

I packed a bag bring some clothes a few essential things, and in the mixed I changed. I put on a short jean mini skirt that was hidden away in my closet, and a white crop. After changing I trapped my two packed bags and go downstairs.

My mother is in the kitchen preparing dinner. I walk into the kitchen and drop my two bags by my feet and clear my throat.

"Oh Brooke dinner will be ready in a s-" she turns around and soaks in my appearance, "what in the world are you wearing young lady?!"

I roll my eyes, "I'm leaving. I thought I'd go stay with aunt Mel for a while."

"You will do no such thing! Oh dearly Heavenly Father is that a piercing?"

I shrug and pick up my bags, "yes. Yes it is. Oh and I have a tattoo also."

With that I turn around and walk out the front door. I had already ordered an Uber so it was waiting out front.

"Brooklyn get back here this instant!" My mother yelled after me.

I however continued walking, and didn't stop. Even when she stood at the front door in tears. I got in the Uber and let him drop me off at the airport, where I took the first plane out to California.