Missing You

Chapter 4: In the Flowers

Rachelle's P.O.V.

I was now in my room after cleaning the entire house and taking a shower, getting dressed. At this point, I'm not even sure what to wear because I'm not even sure where we're going.

I decided on some cute skinnies and a purple blouse and back flats. Formal enough to go somewhere, but casual enough to just chill at his house in.

I waited for him downstairs on my couch and watched TV. I heard a really loud knock and went to open the door. I opened it with a smile to find not my boyfriend, but Thomas. Great.

"'s your mom here?" he asked slurring. Great. He was wasted.

"No, so maybe you should just come back later," I said to him.

"Naw," he said. "I'll just wait til your mom gets back." He started looking me up and down. "Where you goin?"

"Out."

"Oh," he said. "You look real nice" He was reaching out to touch my arm. I backed away from him.

I saw his face twist into an expression I had never seen before, and did not care to investigate because the doorbell rang.

I ran over to the door (and away from Thomas), and opened it to see my beautiful boyfriend staring back at me. Finally.

He took one look at Thomas and I could see Alex's expression turning angry. He then pulled me out of the door, and pulled the door shut behind him.

 We got into his car and he turned on the engine. He revved the engine and flew out of my small street like he was never coming back. He was speeding like crazy, and though I should have been scared, I wasn't. Alex was a good driver, and I trusted him. And maybe, somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that if the car were to fly off the road and crash this minute, well...I'd be okay with that.

After about 10 minutes of driving at frightening speeds, Alex started to slow down, and the manic look on his face began to calm. His breathing was easier, and as I took the hand he had resting on the center console into mine, I could see a hint of a smile playing on his lips. God, he was beautiful.

After many songs played, we finally pulled up to a place a recognised immediately, but hadn't been in almost a year. It was a small little field near the park where people hardly ever went. People would probably go there more if they knew about it, but since they didn't, it was our little secret place.

He hopped out of the car, and before I could even get my hair fixed right, he was at my side, opening the door. I jumped out into his arms and he carried me over to the little field.

He sat down into the field with me in his arms, and leaned back once we got comfortable. I rested against his chest and listened to his breathing and feeling his steady heart beat under my cheek. He ran his fingers along my arm, then on the underside, tickling the scarred skin with his light touches.

It always felt different when his fingers ran over areas of my skin that were smooth and the areas that were scarred. I tried to never think about why I had those scars. Why I would ever do that to myself. But luckily for me, Alex made me forget.

Alex's P.O.V.

I always hated feeling those scars. I know it was in the past, but feeling those scars on her beautiful body just didn't seem right. It was like watching an angel cry. Devastating, and you would never truly understand it or make sense of it.

I have scars of my own. Everywhere. First time she saw 'em, she cried. Seeing her cry was awful. I cried too.

I stopped touching her arms now and held her in my arms and kissed her head as she rested against my chest. I know there's no such thing as perfect, and I'm not sure I want to find it if there is, but being here with her and seeing her resting in the flowers with me was as close to perfection as I think I'll ever find.

I put my fingers under her chin and pulled her face up to mine and kissed her. I looked her in the eyes and she smiled up at me. I cried then. She looked up at me like I was crazy and asked me what was wrong.

"Sorry," I said, pulling myself together. "I'm just gonna miss you so much."