HNS Takedown

Chapter 5

After a week and half of being stuck in hospital, I was deemed fit to leave, and was discharged.

There were still some bruises and healing cuts, but the craziest thing is that there were no broken bones, even though the door had fallen on me (shows my training paid off).

I was driven home in my car (which was finally repaired).

And I spent the rest of the week in bed, and trying to walk without flinching.

When I was able to go back to school, I was bombarded with questions and if it wasn't for Miles I would have had a mental breakdown in front of everyone.

Now after everything that had happened I became very stressed and there are two emotions I can show when I'm stressed: Anger and Sadness.

And I started to get really angry, more often than I should have.

But the worst part is that you always take your anger out on the people closest to you and the person closest to me at this point in time is Miles.

So we would get into fights (me often starting them) almost every day and the days when we didn't get into a fight, we didn't really talk.

Today was one of those days where Miles and I were fighting and Ben was in his room, blocking out the noise.

"JUST SHUT UP!" Miles yelled, "DON'T TELL ME TO SHUT UP!" I yelled back "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE EVERYONE RELY ON YOU TO SAVE THE WORLD!" "MAYBE I DON'T!" He yelled "BUT THERE IS ONE THING I KNOW, IS THAT I MADE THE HUGE MISTAKE OF KISSING YOU THAT NIGHT, I'M LEAVING!".

I didn't know what to say, his words sliced through me, but it wasn't a smooth knife he cut me with, this one had jagged edges and it hurt.

He barged past me, storming to his room to collect his things, and I didn't try to stop him, I knew now that there was nothing I could do.

After an hour, his things were gone and so was he.

Ben had finally come out of his room, just as I broke down and just as I slid to the floor.

"Celine !?" He said sternly "where is Miles?" I looked up at him, my mascara smudged by the tears ''h-he l-left" I choked.

He walked over to the couch and grabbed his hoodie which was lying there, "what are you doing?" I asked in between sobs, "I'm going after him, what do you think?"I'd never heard him so bitter in my life, "I get you're stressed, but you shouldn't have taken it out on Miles" said Ben, he sounded like a teacher scolding a child for bad behaviour.

And soon he was gone as well leaving me there to replay everything that had just happened over in my head.

The next day was a Saturday, so we didn't have to go to school.

I spent my time trying to call Miles, but he answered none of them, and he didn't answer my texts either.

And I think I called a hundred times that day, and left fifty voicemails, and there were probably double the messages.