Chapitre 65: 65. “I won’t take any chances.”

 Agatha

I took another scoop of ice cream while tears are streaming down my face. It's my third ice cream cup today and even this did not help take away the pain. I am hurt, mad, confused but mostly, I am sad. 

The TV host kept blabbering but I already lost track of what he's saying. I took the remote and turned the TV as loud as I could. It's been two days now, Shawn kept calling me but I'm not answering it. Why would I? He's the one who said it's for the best. 

"Aren't you going to answer that?" Margaret asked. 

I've been crashing in her apartment for two days now and I told her strictly not to tell Shawn about it. I don't want him to know and I don't want him to find out I'm sleeping on Margaret's sofa in her one-bedroom apartment. It's best because I don't want to go back to Georgia by myself. Not after the happiness, I felt living there with him. 

I shook my head "No." I simply replied and scooped my ice cream again.