My Best Friend - Myles Parrish (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6- Wounds

Ever since I was little, I would always have panic attacks. It wasn't an uncommon thing for me. When my dog ran away because my sister left the door open, I had one. When my grandpa got really sick before he passed away and was admitted to the hospital, I had one. It seemed as if whenever something in my life went wrong, and my body couldn't handle it mentally or physically, I broke down. I guess it was my own way of coping with a situation that was all bad.

I opened my eyes and I was laying on my couch in the living room. I tried to sit up, but instantly regretted my decision and winced in pain. The back of my head was throbbing with an intense pain.

"Hey Lana you scared the hell out of me. I woke up to you passed out on the floor and I didn't know what to do." He half-smiled and put his hand on my arm.

"I think I'm just dehydrated or something." I lied right through my teeth to him.

"I'll get you some water okay." He still had his hand on my arm and squeezed a little when he stood up. I smiled and he walked into the kitchen. I let out a sigh. All I wanted to do was cry. I thought about the events that happened prior to my accident. I know I'm completely blowing things out of proportion. For one, Myles is my best friend. I cant feel that way about him, it's just...weird. He's like a brother, and you don't feel that way about your brother. For two, Myles is with Stella. He loves Stella, I can tell. He's really happy with her. What kind of friend would I be if I got in the way of his happiness? I felt like a soda can that just got shaken really hard and I was about to explode if I don't tell someone how I feel. As if on cue, Myles walked back in the room. With Stella trailing behind him. She had a shirt on this time.

"Here you go." He handed me water. I drank it all and he took the glass and set it on the table.

"Thanks Myles." I smiled and he leaned down and gave me a tight hug.

"No problem, just never do that again okay." He laughed a cute laugh that made me smile.

"Hey, I'm gonna take Stella home. You going to be okay?" He looked at me, waiting for a reply.

"I'll be fine, Myles, I'm not a child." I joked. He laughed and nodded. I looked at Stella, who was awkwardly standing in the door frame, playing with the hem of her, I mean Myles', t-shirt with a pissed off look plastered on her face. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. She finally left to the room to gather her things. 'Who does she think she is getting mad that my best friend is tending to my aid, mind her, she's in my house.' I thought to myself. Myles was on his phone and didn't notice a thing, as usual.

As the next few weeks went by, I got better and went back to work. Everything went back to normal. I was an emotional time bomb and Myles and Stella were as happy as always. It's gotten a little bit easier to bite my tongue whenever I want to tell Myles how I really feel. I just remind myself that I would most likely lose my best friend if I do decide to tell him.

I was in my room one night sitting at my vanity, putting moose in my wild hair as always. I heard the front door open and slam shut. 'What the hell?' I thought as I set the can of moose down and walked out the door of my room. My hand was about to turn my doorknob when I heard the crash of glass being smashed on the floor, and I recoiled. Another thud, pound, and bang, and I finally decided to see what the fuck was going on. I walked down the hallway and to the living room. When I looked around the corner, I saw Myles leaning on the wall with his hands pressed against it like he was pushing it back. He was incoherently cursing under his breath.

"Myles...are you-" I was cut off by a disoriented Myles yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Fuck!" Myles let his arms down, but not before driving his right fist into the drywall.

"Myles! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I screamed at him as I ran over to him. I grabbed his arm. He pushed me off of him forcefully, causing me to stumble and lose my footing. I stared up at Myles in complete shock. I let my eyes trail down to his fist, which was already covered in dark red blood. I got back up and ran to the bathroom for the first aid kit. Myles was really angry and I knew retaliating against him wasn't going to solve anything. At this point all I could do was work with him. I couldn't help but think about the last time he had an episode like this. Usually he gets mad and eventually lets, whatever it may be, pass. But this....this is just like the night he found out about Kayla and.....oh.

I leaned my back up against the bathroom wall and rubbed my face with my hands. "Great. Just fucking amazing." I felt my face getting hot. I tried to calm myself down before grabbing the first aid kit and heading back to the living room. Myles was sitting down on the couch with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. I sat down next to him and put my hand on his back, rubbing in circles.

"Hey," I said, grabbing his wounded hand,"let me help you." He looked up at me with sad eyes and my heart sank. I took out an alcohol wipe from the first aid kit and opened it. Myles winced in pain as i wiped away the blood from his cuts. It was heartbreaking that that was all i could wipe away; I couldn't wipe away his pain. After I bandaged his hand up, i looked up at him and into his eyes. They were red and watery from crying and dark from sadness. I reached up and cupped his face in my hands. A few tears spilled out and i quietly wiped them away with my thumbs. His lip began to quiver and he finally broke down, wrapping his arms around me. I did the same to him and held him tight, occassionally rocking him back and forth. We sat there in comfortable silence for at least ten minutes before Myles leaned back and spoke.

"She cheated on me Alana." He pursed his lips and looked down at his lap. I grabbed his hands gently and he looked at me.

"She wasn't worth it anyway Myles. She wasn't good enough for-"

"Alana please. I don't want to hear that. She was absolutely worth it, she was good for me." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"If she was, she wouldn't have betrayed you." I looked at out joined hands.

"I shouldn't have even let myself in her life. I shouldn't have fallen in love with her or made her fall in love with me. I shouldn't have trusted myself with someone else again." He shook his head.

"Stop blaming yourself Myles. You didn't make her do anything, she chose to be a slut." He sighed heavily.

"No one deserves to be cheated on, especially you, Myles. You're one of the most loving people I know. You're full of compassion, but your judgment is always off when it comes to girls. You don't know the good girls from the bad ones, even when a good girl is staring you directly in the face." I bit the inside of my cheek, immediately regretting what I just said. Myles looked at me, I couldn't read the emotion on his face. He was so quiet, I could practically hear our heartbeats. We were so close, I could hear him inhale and exhale. I looked him in his eyes and without thinking, I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He didn't move, he didn't kiss back, he didn't do anything. He stayed still for a few seconds until finally pulling away.

"Myles, I-"

"Alana. Don't." He said emotionless. He got up and grabbed his keys. He walked out the door, slamming it shut, leaving me on the couch speechless.