When I Die

Ch.11

Perry

I wiped away a tear as I slammed the door behind me. The lock wouldn't work since Keith had a key. I grabbed a chair from the makeshift dining room and propped it up against the door. 

"Stay the fuck out," I whispered before another sob made its' way out. Keith was going to get us kicked out.

I'm alone. I'd have nowhere to go.

My best friend abandoned me. My parents were killed. I had no other family and I'm too weak to survive in a world like this. 

I shook my head at the door and slowly walked over to the bed. My body was sore. I was covered in bruises and cuts. I felt dehydrated and hungry. 

Why was this my new life? Why me? Why in my lifetime? 

I crawled under the blankets and sighed, they smelled like Keith. I needed another room.

- 

Keith

I watched as Perry walked off, her beautiful light brown hair was in a messy bun and she looked exhausted, still gorgeous nonetheless. 

I looked behind me to see Quinn smirking before being called over by the Sergeant. I hope that asshole gets his ass handed to him. 

Regret filled my core as I remembered the look on Perry's face. She had looked so relieved when we came through those gates. Well until she saw the damage I did. I wasn't sure about how she felt. Angry? Disappointed? Neither of those fit, though. 

My eyes widened, she was scared. I didn't even fucking think about what I did. 

I am a fucking idiot. 

I killed her parents and as far as I know, they were all she had. 

And now? This place is all she has. If I keep being a fucking idiot, She'll lose that to. 

I unclenched my fist and slowly walked over to Quinn. He was unpacking his bag onto the table. A lot of that shit was useless but hey, if it makes him happy. 

"Quinn," I said and placed a hand on his shoulder. He immediately pulled away and glared at me through a black eye. 

"Don't touch me," Quinn spat and I nodded, putting my hands up. 

Quinn wiped off his shoulders and turned back towards his bag.

"I just wanted to apologize." I said, feeling extremely embarrassed. This asshole didn't deserve to breathe the same air as Perry or even myself let alone get an apology. But for once in my miserable life, I had to step up and not be a selfish prick. 

"Apologize?" Quinn laughed, "You can't be serious." 

Fucking asshole. 

"You're a man and you're apologizing?" Quinn asked and continued laughing. 

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" I clenched my fists.

"Nothing, buddy. We're cool." Quinn grabbed the empty bag and walked off towards his group of hooligans. 

What the hell was that? That dude is off of his rocker. 

- 

Perry

"Perry, Open the door." A distance sound pulled me from my peaceful sleep.

I slowly pried my sore eyes open and looked around. The once bright room was now dark. How long was I asleep?

"Per, Please. Let me in." I heard a familiar voice and looked towards the still blocked door. 

I sighed and slowly walked over, my legs screamed in protest. I somehow went from 18 to 68 in a few hours. 

"Perry, Ple-" I opened the door to see Keith with his hand in the air. His face softened from worry to relief. 

"What?" I asked, my voice still groggy from the sleep. 

"Can I come in?" He asked, sounding like a scared teen. I nodded and stepped to the side. I closed the door behind him and crossed my arms. I was freezing. 

Keith made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge. I walked over and stopped a few feet from him. I wasn't sure I wanted to be next to him right now. 

"I'm sorry." Keith and I made eye contact and I quickly looked away. I didn't say anything. What was I supposed to say?

"I was being selfish. I didn't think about how it would affect you." Keith stood and closed the distance between us. He pulled me into his chest and I immediately forgot why I was angry. His scent was intoxicating. 

"Yes, You were." I said and he hugged me tighter.

"I was. I'm sorry, Perry. It won't happen again." I nodded into his chest. I folded too fast. What was he doing to me?

I should've kept that door blocked. 

Keith pulled back but kept his hands on my lower back. For a while we just stood in silence. 

"Perry?" Keith said and pulled me close once again. 

"Yes, Keith?" I asked and inhaled, breathing felt impossible. 

"Do you hate me?" He asked and i felt my breathing hitch. 

"Why?" I asked and pulled back, breaking all physical contact. I was too distracted. 

"Im an asshole. A prick. A fuck up-" I placed my hand over Keith's mouth.

"You're frustrating. You're annoying. You're intimidating. But you're not an asshole or a prick." I said with a smile. As angry as I was, its clear he has his own issues too. He hadn't talked about any of them or anything really. 

Keith wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled my hand away and intertwined his fingers with mine.

"Thank you," He whispered and placed a soft kiss on the back of my hand. I felt my face heat up and I pulled my hand away, "it's whatever." 

I couldn't help but smile. Keith must've noticed because he returned mine with a sweet one of his own.

"Do you want me to leave?" He asked and put his hands back on my waist. His touch felt so good. Too good. 

"No," I said and bit my lip.

"Don't do that, Per." Keith said. I watched as his chest began to rise and fall faster. I smiled and Keith bent down. His lips were inches away from mine. 

"Bad habit," I whispered. 

"Let me help you break it," Keith breathed and pressed his lips to mine. 

Fuck.