Antidote ;Sequel to Kryptonite;

Chapter Ten: Two Birds, One Stone

In a blink of an eye he was gone. It almost as if he wasn't there to begin with. But the way my heart squeezed I knew it was all too true. I watched him leave and her follow. Who was she? Was she his girlfriend? The moment I thought she was his girlfriend, I became enraged with so much jealously. Why was I jealous? I should hate his guts and never want to see him again. I hate my own guts for how I still felt about him. I would give anything to go back in time and fight for everything. I wouldn't have let him go so easily.

Does he still have feelings for me? Do I even want him to? No, I couldn't. I couldn't let myself get back into this mess. I had gone through a year and a half of hell and I was not ready to put myself back through it. He lost me and I lost him. I would not allow myself to become so vulnerable again. If I ever trusted him, it would be stupid on both of our parts. Who knows what other idiotic decisions he would make and how they would affect me.

I didn't stay long after that. I quickly rushed back to get back on my bus and leave. I had to get out of this place. I knew that sticking around would only lead to trouble and seeing him just proves it. I managed to stay strong all the way up to my room. "Don't you dare cry," I whispered as I looked in the mirror. My eyes began to burn as my mind replayed his reaction over and over. Of course he didn't have feelings for me anymore. I would have to be blind not to see how unhappy I made him. His little tatted girlfriend made him happy.

I could get a tattoo too. I could be just as tough as her. And I could chop all my hair off and do different colors like she did. Is that really what he was into now? Someone who was probably carrying a thousand diseases because she's a little groupie who deserves nothing but to di- I stopped myself from continuing that sentence. I had so much pent up anger and it wasn't right to bash her. Maybe she was his distant cousin or something... Or maybe she's a really nice girl and she makes him genuinely happy.

Or maybe I'm just lying to myself. My mind was having a constant ping-pong battle with itself. Do I hate Harry? Or do I not? Absentmindedly I started packing my suitcase. I wasn't about to stick around and find out. I can't put myself through this. I would be so stupid to do it. I was strong now. I was Christina Greenwell, the girl on a mission.

Shit! The mission. The whole reason I came here was for my father and I didn't even get to say anything to him. Should I? At this point, I was unsure about the two men who had left me. Do I hate their guts? Both had left with no warning. Both had decided not to keep contact. I sat on the edge of my bed in the midst of my packing frenzy. My whole head started to spin as everything came rushing to me. I had no clue what to do but I knew that all I wanted to do was to crawl into a ball and cry my eyes out.

I can't remember how long I stayed sitting on the edge of my bed, clothes in my hands as I debated my next move. I came here to get some answers. And I never actually heard my dad's side of the story. But did I really want to? I would regret if I just left. I came all this way. I used all the money he gave me and for what? To sit and cry in a hotel?

After throwing myself a little pity party, I decided to stop packing. First thing tomorrow morning, I would go talk to my father and then I would get the hell out of this damn state. At some point I managed to pass out, however, my dream worse than reality.

 "Christina?" The whisper barely reached my ear. It was pitch black but I knew exactly who it was. "Oh, Christina," he moaned out. I felt my entire body tingle. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

 "R-Really?" I managed to croak out. He really missed me?

 Laughter filled the air as the lights came back on. He had his arm around her, her lips on his neck. "Do you really thing I would miss you? Someone as naive and pathetic as you?" He threw his head back and laughed. I watched as he reached down and met her lips. The tattoo on her forearm had 'Together Forever' with a portrait of them. I felt my bottom lip begin to tremble as the lights flashed. Their clothes changed to wedding attire; he was the groom and she was the bride. When he disconnected his lips, he sneered at me, "I'm so lucky I didn't end up trapped with you."