Rebound

Chapter 2: Complicated

Chapter 2

Complicated

Imogen's POV

I'm still screaming as the sky decides to open up and lightning takes over the world. The rain begins to fall and I take in the soothing sound of it. My lungs still are caving in so I take a deep breath to help calm myself down, but it doesn't do anything. I want to rid myself completely of emotion, but the anger is replaced with a slow ache of sadness.

"Fuck," I screech again. "Life is shit. I am literally living in shit." I groan and shake my head. The tears begin to flow and the wall I had up to stop them falls to pieces.

Despite the fact that I'm probably not in the best shape to drive, I turn on my car and begin the short route to my house. House. The thought of my house and the bills that will soon be crawling in causes my head to go into overdrive. I was hardly affording it before, now I'm completely screwed.

I think about my best plan of action. My parents have lived in Michigan their whole lives, they aren't far away from my house, but they won't exactly welcome me with open arms. I can already see their looks of disappointment when I call them to tell them I got fired and now need a place to stay. I had been trying to save up money to move to Los Angeles. Now look at what that got me. A year out of college and I'm still stuck.

I slowly climb out of my car and I don't care about the rain as it quickly drenches me in my walk into my house. I place my keys on the table before falling into my couch.

"What am I going to do?" I ask. I half-expect someone to jump down and tell me my answer. Whether it be God or a tiny leprechaun, I just need an answer. I sigh and rub my bloodshot eyes. I'm a smart girl I've got to be able to think of something.

I think about my friends, but there are not any I know well enough to feel comfortable asking them for a place to stay. It's always been hard for me to have friends; I never really saw the point of getting attached to anyone especially when I knew that once I was out of school I'd probably lose contact with them. But, now I regret that decision for I'm in desperate need of a friend.

Audrey Hepburn, as silly as it sounds, has always been my only friend. At a young age I was introduced to her by my mother. Breakfast At Tiffany's became my favorite movie and normally when I'm sad I can turn it on and feel a little bit better. But, at this moment not even Audrey Hepburn can save the day.

I pick up my phone and begin scrolling through my contacts; there must be someone out there from University that I could contact for help. I find that my contact list is actually rather small, which only fuels my depression. I fly past names I can't remember, but as I hit the M's I feel drawn to a certain one: Meredith.

I try to picture her face and voice and what class we had together, but I struggle to. I recall long curly hair and that she was always very sweet. I smirk to myself. She would definitely allow me a place to stay till I get back on my feet. I feel slightly bad at the thought of just using her though. How do I call somebody up with nearly a year without talking to them and ask them if I can stay with them for a bit? I cringe at the thought of someone doing that to me. I'd turn them down in a heartbeat. But, I don't have another choice.

I take a deep breath and calm my shaking hands before I press call. My heart thuds against my chest and I worry that perhaps this is a terrible idea. After all when is the last time I talked to her? Or worse what if she actually hates me? Which isn't all that unlikely.

"Hello?" Her voice is hesitant and I swallow, oh no, she does, she hates me.

"Hi, uh, um," I panic and the dread settles into my stomach, "Is this Meredith?"