Kidnapped by Kian Lawley

Fix Me

The sounds of thunder roaring outside slightly soothes me. Wait, for a second I forgot how fucking terrible my life is, oops.

Emma is still in the room, sitting there confused. I can't BELIVE the night that I just saw my friend after months of thinking she died, I was so quick to leave the house. I just couldn't contain my temper.

She stands up. Her arms open wide and the room is silent. I start hysterically crying. I am choking on my tears more than I can take.

I leap into her arms, and I never want to let go. She is like my sister, and I have missed her so much. My life could not get any worse.

Thoughts start to wander rapidly. What has happened in the past hour is too much to take in, and I am exploding. I start to list the bad things in my mind.

I just found my friend I believed was dead for months, I just found out that she was fucking basically held captive by a boy I thought I loved, I haven't seen my mom in weeks and don't even have a mother figure, Dave is not my type and I don't want to force myself to like him. God, please fix me. Please make my life tolerable.

My tears won't stop. Emma is rubbing my back, "It's okay, it'll be okay," she states.

I decide I should tell her everything. Everything that has happened.

***

"I'm so sorry," she whispers.

"No, I'm so sorry. I was blind. I was clueless to his lies which hypnotized me every time he looked at me."

I was clueless to his lies which hypnotized me every time he looked at me.

By now, it's almost 12 AM.

"Let's get some rest," she quietly suggests.

We both get under the covers. "Emma?" I ask.

"Yeah?" she responds.

"I love you so much," I say with truth. Loosing Emma made me realize how much she actually meant to me.

"I love you too, Boo," she whispers while slightly giggling.

Memories race through my thoughts as I remember the day we were going to the abandoned theme park.

I look at my door to make sure it's locked and the window as well. Just in case...

***

I wake up, and my eyes sting so badly. I look down to Emma as her head lay on my pillow. I missed her so much.

It's still raining. I love rainy mornings, they're so relaxing and soothing. My mind is actually pretty clear.

I don't regret anything about last night, but my hand stings as well from me slapping Kian's face so hard. He must have a mark.

Good.

I don't think I'm ever going to forgive him. And this time, I'm serious. What he did was ape-shit crazy, and he is too much for me to handle at any given point. He drives me insane, mostly in a bad way, and last night was the last straw.

I make myself a cup of tea and sit on the couch, turning on the TV. I turn to the news channel.

What the hell?

Kian's face shows up all over the screen. I turn up the volume.

"Young rebellious teen arrested for the murder of other boy named Dave Franco. Kian Lawely is the murderer, and he is being trialled for 10 years in prison. Officials say Franco was brutally beaten to death by Lawely using his fists. There is no more public information just yet on this case, please stay tuned," a news reporter states.

No. This did not happen. My body goes cold.

"Holy shit. Oh my god," Emma says from behind me.

"What the fuck was he thinking?" I say as my eyes fill with tears.

He wouldn't, I think.

He would.

I am suddenly woken up by Emma shaking me violently.

"Holy shit. Oh my god," Emma states.

"I thought you were going crazy or something," she breathes. Bad dream. Seems like Kian can't even do any good in my dreams now either.

"Agh, sorry. Nightmare."

I am now stuck with the thought of Kian actually murdering someone. Would he? The discomforting thought swirls through my mind as Emma and I drift back to sleep.