Broken 2 // h.s.

t w e n t y t w o

t w e n t y t w o.

Song for this chapter: Vance Joy- First Time

"I...don't know. I was supposed to meet someone here." That's the only way I know how to respond to Sarah. She's eyeing me suspiciously, angrily and I'm waiting for a reaction.

"Who?"

There, I'm caught. I cannot tell her about Black Ice. These days, I don't know who to trust and Sarah is one of many I can't put my trust in.

After all, she did ultimately lie about me pushing her down the staircase. She must have tripped. This story she has made up about me pushing her down is ludicrous.

In a way, I'm thankful Black Ice has led me here tonight. I have been meaning to have a conversation with Sarah, but out of all situations; I did not expect to end up here tonight. As always, Black Ice has caught me off guard.

"Can we speak? In private?" I speak lowly, my eyes trailing around us to the crowd of people. I'm not even sure what event this is and it should be the least of my worries right now.

"I don't trust you enough to speak in private with you and I certainly do not want you here tonight." The expression on her face is hard and cold. She looks like she is hard to crack; determined as much as I am for answers.

"You lied." I tell her anyway. "You told everyone I pushed you down that flight of stairs when you and I both know that is not what happened at all."

"Here's the deal, Lana," she pauses. "I don't know if you're crazy, insane or both. You must be because I remember the feel of your hands on my back before I fell. You. Pushed. Me."

"Why are you lying about this? Why would I try to hurt you in any way?"

"I don't know, why would you? Is it because me and Tyler are seeing each other?"

"Absolutely not." I immediately answer. The image of me and kissing Tyler suddenly pops into my mind, guilt twisting at my stomach lightly because of Harry and Sarah both.

She shakes her head lightly then laughs; short, breathless and dry of humor or amusement. "I need you to leave. You're not wanted here."

"Sarah-"

"Leave!" She shouts so abruptly, I nearly flinch. "And if you ever even think about coming as close to ten feet away from me, I will press charges against you."

I can't say her blunt rudeness is a surprise to me, but I did not expect it to go this way. I thought we both might be able to get words in and I would walk out of this venue with an answer as to why she has made up such a big lie. Disappointment fills me and I turn to exit.

Black Ice's purpose is still not clear. I have not received a text or call from him and I sure hope I don't; but something tells me he is not through. He won't be through for a long while and I don't know how to cope with this new lurking menace in my life.

At this point, there is only one person I want to talk to, it's been days and it's there; the longing to call and hear Harry's voice.

I don't know how I managed to ignore him for three years because here I am, feeling as if my life is not my life anymore and the only kind of comfort I know is him. I am so afraid.

I'm afraid of relapses and night terrors, I'm afraid of Black Ice, I'm afraid Harry is looking at Darla the same way he looks at me and I'm afraid to lose him all over again; or rather...let him go all over again. The first time seems as if he slipped right through my fingertips.