Andrew found himself unable to escape from Kevin's tight grip, no matter what he tried. It seemed that Kevin was always lurking just behind him, never letting him out of his sight. (Toxic)
I was walking back from Kevin's house. I hope I didn't hurt Kevin, or make him feel bad. He's done nothing to me. Well, he did stuff but not entirely bad. I just hope he's okay.
I turned my head around to see a BMW with tinted windows following me. Well it's not actually following me, I hope.
I was still walking and the car slowly crept up on me, before I could run the windows rolled down. It was Kevin's dad!
"Hi?" I sheepishly said.
"Hi, Andrew. Come take a ride with me, I want to talk to you about something," He smiled.
"Oh...I should really be heading home now." I chuckled.
"I'll give you a ride home, just get it. Come on we're not strangers I'm Kevin's dad." He said.
As much as I wanted to avoid it I couldn't....Because...Kevin's dad is kinda scary. I don't know what it is about him but he is just scary.
He opened the door and I hopped in the car with regret, "You don't have to be nervous," He said.
"I just want to talk," Kevin's dad added.
"My name is Rome by the way," Rome smiled.
"So you and Kevin date? Correct?" He asked. How'd he know? I mean Kevin is his son...So how wouldn't he know.
I nodded my head, "Well, then you should know something," Rome said in a more serious tone.
"Kevin doesn't like you. I know it may be hard to believe." Rome sighed. Of course, I wasn't believing that. Kevin loves me. He would never.
Rome pulled out his phone a pressed on an audio video, "My future plans? I dunno, probably get married to a girl' 'Aren't you dating Andrew?' Oh, him, I'll drop him soon, just not yet." The voice recording said.
No...This isn't real...It can't be real...Kevin tells me he loves me...That can't be real.
"Welp! That was just a little package. The real reason is because you and your dad are moving! Yay!" He faked cheered.
"Wait what?!" I asked.
"Well it didn't take much convincing for your dad, I like your dad, he's a reasonable guy. He reminds me of myself. I'd definitely use him as a drinking buddy," he said while thinking.
"You can't just do that!" I shouted.
Rome looked down on me, "I can't?" He questioned.
"Let me add this if you even think about contacting Kevin, I can't guarantee Kevin's safety," Rome threatened.
What does that mean? Is he saying that he's going to hurt his own son?! Who does that?
"S-So you're saying if I leave today and cut all ties with Kevin, he won't get hurt?" I mumbled while fidgeting with my fingers.
I don't want to leave Kevin. It sound selfish but Kevin makes me feel better. He always go overboard to make me happy.
But if I don't leave..That'll just make me selfish.
"Correct," He smirked.
This is probably for the better...Kevin doesn't need me, he makes a lot of money everyday and is very handsome, and I'm just there. Kevin is going to eventually move on and have his own wife and kids, he'll be happy.
"After I leave, Kevin will be happy?" I said trying not to cry.
"Correct," Rome said.
"Oh, look! We're at your house already, and they're already packing. You'll be gone in like an hour!" Rome said excitedly.
I opened the door and thank Rome for the ride, "Bye Andrew, remember what I said," He smiled.
As much as I wanted to cry, I'll have to hold back. This is good and I should be happy. Kevin can finally be happy.
I seen my dad telling the furniture movers something, he then notice me then waved happily, "You hear the news?" He smiled.
"I guess Kevin did come in handy," my dad shrugged.
"I already packed your stuff. We're going to Miami! Woohoo!" He cheered.
I didn't want to ruin my dad mood, so I smiled and went inside the house.
As crazy as it sounds....I wished me and Kevin could've made it. I wished we could've grown up together and live in a small house.
Probably in another universe.
I can't help but smile at the thought of that.
———————————- Third Person POV:
Kevin was sitting down at his office filling out papers and documents, "I miss Andrew." Kevin thought to himself. Kevin phone started to ring.
He picked it up and answer it, "Hello?" He said. "Hello? Kevin?" Marcus asked through the phone.
Kevin got annoyed to hear Marcus voice instead of Andrew's, "What do you want?" Kevin asked. "Come to the hospital, it's mom bro." Marcus said.
"What do you mean what happened to her?!" Kevin asked.
"I can't explain just come she doesn't have alot of time!" Marcus shouted through the phone. Kevin hung up and grabbed his car key's.
————————— Kevin's POV:
I made it to the hospital and saw Marcus standing near the door, I wasted no time and ran over there.
Marcus looked at the ground, "What's wrong with her?!" I asked. Marcus frowned.
I tried going in the room but I got stopped by Marcus hand, "Don't." Marcus taunted.
"Why?" I questioned.
"Seriously, what's wrong with mom?" I questioned. "Don't you fucking get it?!" Marcus shouted, Marcus looked at me with blood shoot eyes. "Why can't you take a hint?!" He said.
"I'll just ask her what happened," I gritted. I smacked away Marcus hand and headed into the room.
Which I shouldn't have. I should've just listen to Marcus. I observed my mom lifeless body. Then tears broke out.
Out of all people, why my mom? Why her? Was this karma?
More tears just came and came, I didn't even want to touch her body. I couldn't accept this, she's not dead. Right? She's just sleeping. No she's dead. Gone forever.
Only if I....Just would've came sooner... She talked to Marcus while dying, and not me.
I left out the room and looked at Marcus, "What were her last words?" I asked.
"Fuck, Kevin. You couldn't have fucking came earlier?! Did you know what the fuck she said to me?!" Marcus shouted.
Marcus walked away but I grabbed his arm, "Tell me her last words," I gritted. Marcus yanked his arm back and walked away.
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Wow isn't this chapter so depressing, only if I gave you guys just a tiny bit of wholesomeness (you guys will never receive it, probably)
