A Dancehall Story - The Final Years. Part 1

Chapters 29 - Intercept

LJ- 14 (Almost 15)

Garcia - 15

Queen - 12

Alexis - 16

JB- 16

Leo- 16

King- 15 (Almost 16)

Journey (11)

Chalkline's POV

I took a bottle of water and locked myself inside one of the empty rooms. For a few good minutes I stood in a corner with the open bottle, contemplating if I should just put the entire bottle to my head and call it a day.

My mind strayed and I had a flashback of a moment we had.

Her eyes drew me in and the scent of her body sent me flipping through a whirlwind of memories and paired with confusion.

"Your hand is shaking," she whispered as my fingers tangled her curly hair. I will always remember the day that the girl with the golden curly hair walked into the studio and have never left my thoughts since.

"It gets like this sometimes," I said, pressing my lips to hers without hesitation. I didn't feel the need for sexual pleasure from her, it was more of a feeling of longing for her.

I pulled her closer into me as our kiss got more intense. I still wasn't feeling the urge to rip her clothes off, all I wanted was to be close to her, wrap up into her, lost into her.

Both my hands were now caressing her hair, the kisses because momentarily then we paused and briefly we held each other's eyes.

She gently pulled away from me and shook her head.

"We can't, it's not fair."

"I know and I am really sorry. Please believe me, I can't help it."

"It's ok," she said. I held her to me as long as I could.

"Do you think that if we had fought really hard for our relationship, we would have been good together?"

"There was a time when it was too hard to think about so I tried my best not to think about it. Garrick I know it will never happen. You already love someone, you are just having a hard time letting me go."

"Do you know why?"

"No and I don't want to know why, it's better that way."

"You're right."

"Garrick, I fought hard to get where I am now. I fought hard to let you go and accept life for what it is now. It was never easy, my mental health took a hit and went through it alone. I'm glad I had the girls."

"I'm sorry." Was all I could say to her.

Love burst into the room and we quickly separated.

***

I shook my head and everything came back to the present moment, me holding the open bottle of tainted sacrificial water. One sip and I will be out for a while, numb to all the pain I was feeling, numb from all the thoughts I was fighting.

The noise from outside caught my attention. From where I was standing I could see everyone on the lawn. People had started arriving. I didn't want to disappoint Garcia but I wasn't feeling like socialising at the moment.