When Sloan Casey was at her lowest point at 17, she met Alex Abrams. Though sheltered it was almost as if Alex brought her back to life through her struggles. But after falling for Alex, the last thing she expected was for him to ghost her.
But what...
TW: Mentions of Sexual Assault, Drug Use and other strong subjects
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I pull up in front of Clara's house seeing just her car in the drive way and before I know it I'm beeping my horn. I'm beeping it so loud I'm sure someone's bound to report me.
And then I see her window curtain shift and her head pokes out to see the psycho outside. Just to learn that psycho was me. She puts her hand up to signal me to stop, but as my tears flow I continue.
About two minutes later she rushes out her door in an old college t shirt and light blue pajama pants drenching her slippers in the rain. I stop once she steps foot outside
She approaches the car and opens the door "What the actual fuck Sloan?" I beep once more and she grabs my hand "Okay I'm listening! What do you want?"
"Get in the car, we are going on a drive" she looks at me questionably and then gets into the passengers side shutting the door "Buckle up"
I pull away from her street and begin to drive towards the church "What is this about Sloan? I'm so confused right now?" I stare at her for a moment, she stares at my puffy eyes knowing I've been crying.
"I'm giving you an explanation, why I just left for months without a word Clara" she stares at me unsure and then nods and I continue to drive.
The snow begins to flurry as my eyes become a sea of tears and the memories flood into my mind, of that night, of him.
"Sloan" the images of him flood my mind
The night me and Liam really ended "Liam let me go" My screams surround my ears piercing my soul with a dagger so sharp, it makes everything seem worthless.
"Sloan slow down" I stare at her and back to the road slowing my speed "Sloan do you want me to drive?" Her voice echoed through my mind and I focus back on the road.
"Your not in the right state to drive Sloan" I shush her "Liam stop" The hot tears pool my eyes again and I see the church in the distance.
I pulled into the parking lot and stopped the cry collecting my face in my hands. Her hand goes on my shoulder rubbing it and remove it "Sloan" her voice trembling now.
"Shut up!" His voice burns as a memory in my mind.
I can't contain my sobs, their uncontrollable. It's like my bodies trying to force the memory of it out but it simply won't pass. I feel two arms collect me and I look to see Clara.
