I darted out the backyard door and into the earlier predicted rain storm. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and turn on my music. My only escape is dance.
I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted,
I thought about our last kiss;
How it felt,
The way you tasted.
Even though your friends tell me you're doing fine,
Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you.
When he says those words to hurt you,
Do you read the ones I wrote you?
Sometimes I start to wonder,
Was it just a lie?
If what we had was real,
How could you be fine?
Cos' I'm not fine at all.
I remember the day you told me you were leaving.
I burst out into a fiercer dance as the chorus starts to play from my phone on the ground
I remember the makeup running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made.
I wish that I could wake up in amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things.
My eyes started to drop and my breathing started to shadow. As I attempted my pirouette, I fell to the ground. My breathing got shallower and black dots started to fill my vision. My lungs felt like they closed up and I couldn't breathe before my vision and the song faded away.
***
*Hayes*
I bounded down the stairs as soon as I saw Mikayla hit the ground. She didn't gracefully fall and land smoothly, she just dropped.
I darted outside into the pouring rain. I sprinted over to her.
"Mikayla?" I asked as I gently grabbed her arm. She's freezing cold. I put my thumb on her wrist to check her pulse before her quick desperate coughing startles me.
"Holy shit." I say as I realized she's having an asthma attack. I pick her up; one arm supporting under her knees and the other arm supporting her back at she leans into me unconsciously. I jog into the house.
"Peter!" I scream at the top of my lungs. God knows where in this house he is.
"Down here!" He yells back. In the basement. Typical. I rush down the stairs with Mikayla still resting in my arms, earning a very concerned look from Peter.
"What happened?" He demands harshly as he gets up from the couch, "Lay her down here."
I do as instructed, placing her on the middle couch. "She had an asthma attack. She was outside and she just fell and I rushed out there-" Peter cuts off my word spill by turning around.
"Puffers." He mutters before walking away. I crouch down next to Mikayla and put my hand over her small wrist. Her wrists are freezing cold and wet from the rain.
I abruptly remove my hand from her wrist as I see Peter emerge from the stairs and stand up awkwardly. He sits down beside her and starts applying the puffers as I watched tentatively from one of the other couches.
"You know Hayes," Peter says monotonously as he continues to use the puffers on Mikayla, "This badinage between you and Mikayla is beginning to become intolerable." He tells me in a seemingly calm manner.
"Why is it such a problem?" I ask him curiously.
"Because she will never like you the way you like her Hayes." Peter told me harshly before continuing, "You kidnapped her and in a certain extent, that's still a crime and need I say she should be fearing you, not loving you. You're the bad guy, Hayes. The guy who kidnapped her. She'll never forget it and she'll never forgive it. What makes you think that the statement could change. You took away her peaceful and perfect life and threw her into ours. There's no going back." Peter rages.
A pang of realization hit me. Peter is harsh but not lying. He is spot on, he is telling the truth.
"Okay." I reassure him, "The badinage will end here and now."
Mikayla would never like me in the way I like her. I'm just the bad guy; the kidnapper.
***
*Mikayla*
"Mikayla, Hayes and I have a meeting we must attend, but Ruben and Kalim will remain here and will most likely be in the garage if you need any help." Peter says as he fixes his tie while I sit on the couch in the living room.
"Okay." I said and nodded as he started to walk towards the exit. We all exchanged our goodbyes modestly before Peter and Hayes left.
"We're going outside to the garage." Kalim informed me before him and Ruben went to the destination.
***flashback***
"Sammy, what's in all these bags? And why are they at the door?" I asked my older brother worriedly.
"I'm leaving for awhile." He said sitting beside me on the stairs near the door.
"Where are you going? Please don't leave like Daddy did." I asked frightened. I could not lose Sammy like how my Daddy left. I hadn't seen Daddy again.
"I'm not leaving like he did." He reassured me while hugging me, "I'm going to a boarding school in a bright sunny place named California." He told me happily.
"Mommy wants me to have a good life and a special career therefore at this boarding school, they'll teach me what I need to know for my special job." He tried to show me a happy insight but I was too focused on his soon to be absence.
"How long will you be gone? Will it be like a sleepover at your friends house? One night?" I asked him curiously. He chuckled.
"Not quite. I might be gone for a very long time. I promise that one day we'll see each other again."
"Pinky promise?" I asked holding about my small baby finger.
"Pinky promise."
"Sam?" My mom asked walking into the front foyer after talking to my grandmother for a short amount of time, "Its time to go now." We stood up and tears filled my eyes.
"Bye Sammy." I said and hugged him tight as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"Bye Mikky." He said sadly, "I promise I'll see you again one day."
***end of flashback***
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Teen Fiction"You see my love," he says as he sets the needle to be pricking my skin a bit harder, "The only physical pain you'll feel, will be right in the heart." He says as he plunges the needle into my arm. I feel the liquid rush through my arm to the rest...
