Author's Note:- Inspired by Fall Out Boy's 'Jet Pack Blues'. (Admittedly, I may have warped the meaning slightly. I don't know.)
And I’m trying to find my peace of mind/ Behind these two white highway lines
Laurence’s POV
The more I thought about it, the more pressure I applied to the accelerator pedal. A white-hot rage soared through my veins as the image engraved itself into my mind; I couldn’t even picture him without a string of violent profanity leaving my lips, followed by dribbling tears from my glossy eyes. He fucking destroyed everything.
21st March 2011; 9:57PM
“Laur, Baby, let’s talk about this.” He cooed, following me up to where I stormed into our bedroom, tugging a suitcase from the top of our wardrobe and throwing it onto our bed.
“Fuck off!” I spat in response, not even giving him the satisfaction of allowing him to see the tears falling while I emptied the contents of my drawer into the case.
“Baby...” He continued in the same tone, drawing out the single syllable for an annoyingly long period of time. However, it couldn’t have been for more than a few seconds.
“I said fuck off, Kier!” I tried to growl out, yet it sounded more like a squeak as my voice cracked from pain; All my strength having been on forcing my tears to stop.
Watching my fiance from the corner of my eye, I whimpered faintly as he took a step back, holding his arms up in what I assumed to be a mock surrender. "Fine, Baby. I'll leave." He mumbled, moving to turn on his heel and head towards the door.
I croaked out a sob, dropping the pile of freshly ironed shirts onto my bed and crying out a loud "wait!" As he turned back towards me. I stormed over to him, quickly raising my hand to strike him across the face, skillfully hitting his cheek and crying out once more as he mirrored it in pain.
"What the fuck?!" He snapped, a hand gentle resting where my own violent one was only seconds before.
"You're a selfish prick, Kier Kemp." I sobbed, my head falling into my hands while I allowed myself to break down, no longer finding the strength to hold back my intense emotions; I hated him.
"Laurence..." He whispered, voice soft and welcoming, but I couldn't fall into his trap; not again. Feeling his presence gradually become closer I mumbled a small "don't," before lifting my head and stepping back to my case, immediately zipping it up and tugging it from our mattress - not caring that half of my belongings weren't inside it.
"Please, just think logically for a second." Kier pleaded, following hot on my heels as I shoved past him and stomped back down the stairs, towards the front door. Taking a deep breath, I turned to face him one last time, placing my case on the floor beside me and gazing straight into his eyes as I ripped an expensive silver ring from my trembling digit, throwing it in his direction, allowing it to hit off the wall to his left and tumble down the few stairs between us.
"Rot in hell, you two-timing, repulsive scumbag.” I growled, more tears falling as I watched Kier stare own at the ring, a small whimper leaving his lips.
“Baby, I mean it," Kier whispered, his arms curling around his torso in a hugging motion while he lifted his head to meet my glaring eyes. "I-It wasn't like that..."
I shook my head, quickly shrugging on my battered leather jacket, our eyes still locked. Opening the front door, I scowled at the lousy damp weather before turning back to my (now ex)fiance. "Goodbye, Kier." I mumbled, leaving the house soon after, ignoring Kier's pleas as I locked the door and dropped my key through the letter box.
My breathing was heavy as I sped down the motorway, not entirely sure of the direction I was going; I had no destination in mind, none other than being as far away from Kier as possible. The rain was becoming increasingly heavier, making driving more and more difficult in the looming darkness. I’d always hated driving at night, especially on roads such as these - Lorry drivers never seemed to care for miniature vehicles. Kier used to hate it, demanding we stayed in a hotel and waited until morning before continuing our journey; I, of course, agreed and pulled into the nearest one we found - vowing myself to protect my precious fiance, no matter what.
Another growl rumbled in my throat at the thought of him, releasing a whimper as a sudden beeping of a horn came from behind me, signalling that I’d accidentally pulled into another lane while a large truck was only a few steps behind.
“Shit.” I grumbled as I came to terms with my foolish actions, deciding to pull into the ‘hard shoulder’ for a while and collect my thoughts, turning off the engine moments later and surrounding myself in darkness. Lying my head on the wheel I closed my eyes, allowing a few more tears to fall before anger took its place once more. I wanted nothing more than to return home to my comforting home, rest my feet up on the sofa while I was enclosed in the warmth of my fiance’s hold. However, I knew that could never happen again; those arms have held another and I couldn’t detect love from him anymore. How could I possibly know he wanted me when he spent his free time with some whore?
The familiar sound of my mobile’s ring-tone caused my head to rise from the car wheel, my eyes rolling as I read the caller I.D; this was the third time since I left the house that he’d tried to call me. I was yet to acknowledge it.
Licking over the surface of my lips I decided to finally press answer, the overwhelming urge to hear his voice again fuelling my actions.
“What?” I croaked out, gazing out at my disheveled reflection in the glass window.
“Come home.” He replied, voice breaking as frequently as my own.
“W-Why should I? Do you even love me?” My thoughts were running wild, unable to understand why he’d think I’d forgive him so easily.
“I-I...” He cut himself off, sighing softly before a small sniffle was heard through the device. “Baby, Come home...”
“No.”
“Please, I-It’s not safe.” He pleaded, his voice gradually becoming weaker and weaker. “Come home.”
