My Tears

Chapter 11: 8 Minutes??!!!

Hey guys sorry to have an A/N in the beginning of the chapter but....I'm here to confirm that the name is Sandy Silverstone not Sally sorry about the confusion....This chap dedicated to...drum roll...'TheSmexican' just cuz she's awesome and is an avid commenter of this book!! Now! Onwards with the book!!

Dylan's P.O.V

I watched as she and Alana walked towards the carpark arm in arm. Then someone, a boy, stepped out of the shadows and Sandy stopped dead in her tracks. Alana peered from behind looking awfully confused.

I looked again and saw that her eyes were filled with tears.

Her tears.

She gasped and closed her eyes.

"This is not real." She whispered to herself.

The tears overflowed and streamed down her face. I watched as the boy pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back as she trembled and hiccuped. Alana took a step back and tiptoed towards her car.

I stayed in the shadows watching the scene unfold before.

"I'm sorry..." I heard the guy whisper.

Sandy's sobbing escalated and she gripped his shirt burying her head into his chest.

"I'm sorry.." He whispered again hugging her closer.

"Where were you all these years?" She choked out.

"No..no..not now San.." He hushed her.

I averted my gaze feeling incredibly awkward, like I was intruding on something very private and intimate. I turned and trudged towards my Series 2 BMW Luxury Line Sport Model Convertible and drove away feeling somewhat unhappy and unsatisfied.

I spent the night tossing and turning, the scene at school haunted me to no end.

"ARGHH!!" I roared before climbing out of bed and throwing on a singlet, tracksuit pants and a hoodie. I ran downstairs, grabbed my keys, phone and ipod before heading out and jogging through the neighbourhood at 4:00am.

I kept running and running to the steady beat of my songs. I kept pushing and pushing until my calves burned.

Running back home took me less than 10 minutes and once I reached the front step I pulled open the door and leapt up the stairs two-at-a-time walking to my room. I grabbed a towel and made my way to the bathroom.

Once I was in the shower I let the hot water burn my skin, then stepped out, wrapping my towel around me and shuffled back to my room, shutting the door. I pulled on new shirt, jeans and leather jacket before going downstairs and grabbing some breakfast.

I sat on a stool munching away at my apple before sweeping my keys off the table, making my way towards my car. Once I arrived at school I parked in my usual spot and walked through the school doors, people staring and making way for me was very normal. Unlocking my locker I pulled out my books and shoved a pen into my pocket before meeting up with my mates at the silver benches. On the way I saw a sleek black Renault Koleos pull up and the boy whom I recognised from last night, climbed out, opening the passenger door.