Personal Narrative: Moving Back Home

Leaving school and moving back home was actually one of the hardest decisions I ever had to make. I didn’t have to leave, but, I didn’t see any reason to stay either. I know what you’re thinking, ‘Why the hell would you leave when you’ve got it made, You’re schooling is paid for through scholarships?’ My answer to that is pretty simple, believe it or not, my biggest scholarship was from academics the rest was for basketball. I didn’t want my life to be all about basketball. The sport had always been a way for me to burn off energy, stay out of trouble, and hopefully get into a good college so I could get a good education. If I’m being one hundred percent honest, I wanted to move closer to my dad too. After mom passed away, we all worried

I’m just not ready for—anything.” She told me.
“I’m sorry if I pushed too hard.” I told her.
She shook her head; “I can only be your friend right now. You deserve to have a woman that can give you what you want.”
“Stormy, why won’t you talk to me about what happened? I know bits and pieces of what he did to you. Maybe if you’d open up to me—I would be able to help you.”
“No,” she shook her head, “I don’t think I can be fixed.” Before I could say anything in response she opened her front door, “I think you should go.”
I stared at her for a few seconds, clamped my teeth together so hard my jaw ticked, then nodded and started to walk out. “I won’t be mad if you find somebody else.” Stormy said softly.
I turned and looked at her, “I don’t fucking want anybody else! I want you!” I shouted then shook my head and chuckled. “I’m not going to let you push me away, Stormy.”
She didn’t bother saying anything else; she simply looked away and shut the door in my face.
That was months ago, and still, nothing had changed.
I stood up from the couch and grabbed my cell phone; I had to get to the gym that I managed.
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“Did you get Rick’s email?” Tara asked.
“Nope, when did he send it?” I