outer dehjil (#1)

chapter four.

crew's pov.

now.

I still think about it a lot. I gladly can say that my life moved on. Halfway. Because it took me long enough to have the life I have right now. I don't know how long I waited outside where my father told me to but I went to school the next day, slept on a bench. After some weeks I started secretly staying and hiding at school. I started showering there, and sleeping there. I wore lost clothes, ate stolen food from the cafeteria.

I never had much friends at middle school but the few I had turned their backs to me. Everyone knew. Everyone believed in the lie my brother made up. I went to school almost an hour away from where I actually lived back then, Layla went to another school. She still does, I think. I never saw any of them again. Not even my daughter.

My boss, Brian, was the only one who knew about my situation after some time and after many back and forths where I told him not to call the police he offered me food, hygiene products and new clothes. I even slept on his couch for a few months.

His niece started living with him too but I didn't had a problem with that. She had a room to sleep in though so maybe they planned for her to live there. She came there 2 months after I started sleeping on Brian's couch. I barely saw her there. I knew her from school. Well, I always waited at the entrace for her with my friends but we practically hated each other. I acknowledged her though, which was weird behavior for me since I was so heartbroken about Layla and my daughter. I couldn't pay another female any attention but I could to her. That was weird.

I'm pretty sure she never laid a snigle eye on me when I slept on Brian's couch.

She always came home really late, I'd be asleep most days when she returned there. The one thing I remember really, really well is listening to her singing. I'd stay up all night and listen through the door to her room how she was playing the guitar and quietly sang to it. It sounded beautiful, enchanting even, I never grew tired of it. I'd do so much to hear her sing once again.

I don't know why she lived with Brian and not with her parents but I could care less. I never told her about my situation either, so why should she? I do remember her name though. How couldn't I?

Sabria Lyne Cline.

After 6 months I moved out into my aunts and uncles house here in Outer Dehjil for the school I was attending. I only have a ten minute drive now to my school. Brian stood behind me throughout all of it and I couldn't be more thankful for him. I had two part time jobs and eventually had enough money to pay my bills and own food. Brian's restaurant started becoming really popular and everyone who worked for him got a much better pay check. I can't spoil myself though. Brian moved away to LA with his wife but we kept in touch,

I live on the most beautiful island existing. Outer Dehjil. And that's where I am right now. I live with Annie and Marcus and my cousin Ciara. I can hardly afford and am in my junior year of high school.

One thing was sure after that day happened. It destroyed my entire life. A lie destroyed my entire life. I never started to date again, and I'm sure I never will again. It's just been one night stands since the incident. I don't want to marry anymore one day. I don't want to have kids again nor do I want a family again. I'd rather stay like I'm right now.

I won't say I'm happy because that'd be a lie but I don't cry as often anymore. Sometimes, when I think about it I do. But not because of Layla or my brother or parents, but just because of Alea. I don't think I'll ever see her again even though I wish I could. I miss her. I wish I'd know how she is. How her life is going. If she's happy. If she's been taked good care of. But I guess I'll never know.