Cyber ~ 5sos

t h r e e

I always wonder what it would have been like if I didn't move away, if I just stayed put with all my old friends, would all of this even happened?

My mind becomes a cloudy haze and I cant focus on anything, my god I need air.

Pulling out my phone, I hesitate to unlock it, knowing the more I interact with this person, the worse it will get for me. This wasn't just insults anymore, it was becoming blackmail. Like I said, those were for only Louis to see. Why was I so freaking stupid to think it would be okay if I sent them? Jesus Christ, I'm so stupid...

I stare at the black screen reflecting my face for about a minute before shoving it back in my pocket and grabbing my keys, money and headphones.

I ever so quietly make my way up the abrading stairs which may I say, creak at a slight gust of wind.

I know for a fact my father is up there, and I know for a fact there's 1 in 3 of a chance I'll make it out without disturbing him.

I perch on the top step, lightly pressing the side of my head to the door, trying to grasp onto any motion on the other side of the door, I hear some slurring and then yelling at TV, it's obvious he's drunk again.

I sit there for a few more minutes contemplating how to get out, but then something clicks in my mind. What the hell am I doing, I have a window.

I hastily walk over to the window and slowly unhook the edge and push it open, its small but just about big enough to fit through. At least that's what I thought, half way out, my jeans get caught and I jolt myself forward in order to free myself only to find a rip down the seam of my jeans when I'm stood up on the other side.

I stick a nearby rock in the window to stop it closing, because god forbid what I'd do if it shut. Most likely some fate I wasn't ready to face. My father.

Unfortunately, unlike most other people my age, I don't have a car, if anything it would be easier for me anyway because they drive on the left side over here as well like it is back in the UK. So I have the joy of walking everywhere... Great.

Not so great when its...

I look down at my phone

... 12:35 in the morning and its bloody freezing.

I head for the 24/7 diner knowing for a fact it'll be open... No shit.

Even though its early summer, the wind is literally ice cold, curdling around my vulnerable body every time it blows.

I pull down the sleeves of my top to cover my hands and wrap my arms around myself to try and insulate myself slightly.

Thankfully the diner's only a few streets away from my house.

From one road to another, the orange street lights flood the floor with light. Street lights are clever when you think about it, I mean they automatically turn on by just a thermistor on top, so when the light goes past a certain darkness the ligh -

'Isabella?' I hear a familiar voice from behind me snapping me out of my thoughts. I slowly turn around to be faced by him again, is this déjà vu?

'We need to stop meeting like this!' Calum exclaims, adjusting what looks like a guitar case on his back. I laugh subtly and cross my feet over each other (probably looking like a complete idiot).

'You play?' I ask referring to the guitar case, thankfully this was something I could confidently talk about besides the novel Of Mice And Men (we spent about 3 years studying it), as I play rhythm guitar.

'Yeah, I was just coming from banding' He replies nodding slightly.

I stare back confused, as I remember 'banding' isn't a word.