"It was your world, baby and I just lived in it"
~ Right Girl by The Maine
I had left the beach in such a flustered state, they did nothing to stop me. "Good!" I thought bitterly, placing Alex into her car seat, buckling it firmly. Her eyes were wide, blinking slowly at me as if still trying to process what happened. I felt myself soften, I gave her a light kiss, whispering softly about how we'd go home to have a good dinner. I had quickly wrapped her up in a dark blue beach towel that seemed to engulf her whole being. "I'm glad I kept everything in the car. . "
I had suspected something like this would happen, and to save myself the trouble left all our towels and sun block in the car. Running a hand through my hair the urge to dye my hair again came back to me. Maybe it was my own way of running, I suppose. Every time something bad would happen I'd change my hair, color, length, or highlights, anything. Maybe, I hoped then I could be mistaken for someone else, then my problems wouldn't be able to chase me down. I slammed the car door shut and got into the driver's seat. Apparently Kylie and Oliver had snapped out of it and were hurriedly chasing towards my car.
Was it just me, or did they look the same as a year ago? Oliver was still toned and tanned, with enough muscle on him to give out a warning to others, and his eyes. . . His eyes have always haunted me, that light shade of sea foam green, the color of the ocean on a good day. They always amazed me, that and his smile. Kylie's face used to be a welcome face, it was usually a warm one. She always had a docile expression on her face. That was until she met Oliver.
He got under her skin faster than I ever did, finding out everything about her and still. . . loving her. I guess that's what I wanted. But he never noticed that the one behind the scenes, the best friend, truly felt for him. At first Kylie just wanted to play with him. Make him fall for her, even after I admitted I liked him, she still did. It was a game to her. A twisted game.
I stepped on the gas, wanting to throw everything to the wind and speed out of here. But Alex was in the backseat, and I couldn't do that to her. Especially if I got in a crash. As I left that forsaken beach, I resisted the urge to pound my head against the steering wheel repeatedly for the next hour. Yet life seemed to have other plans for me.
When I pulled up into the shabby parking lot next to our apartment, I sighed while taking the keys out of the ignition. I noticed that little Alex had been silent, she still seemed to be thinking. I smiled back at her.
"We're home, munchkin!" I tried to exclaim in an excited tone. I failed miserably and got a pout from Alex. I laughed, she seemed to act far more like me than anyone. As I stepped out of the car, I heard the familiar crunch of tires on gravel. I looked up, waving to which ever neighbor had arrived home. But instead of Bubbles or Liam, it was Oliver glaring at me through the windshield. Fuck.
"What do you want?!" I yelled, feeling myself bubbling over. Everything was happening too fast, too soon. I wasn't ready for this, I couldn't. No, I wouldn't. I would run, anywhere but here. Somewhere they wouldn't find me. Where I could be safe, all I needed was Alex and my piano. I could live like that.
Oliver was out of his navy Mercedes in a flash, jogging towards me. He was am arm's length away. An foot away to close the distance too, a foot far enough to turn around. He looked good, well, but still too close. I felt my chest tighten and my throat close up, I wanted to scream at him, hit him, but at the same time wanted to hug and kiss him. Yell at him for putting me through this hell, making me bend in all the wrong ways. Why did everything I do have to be for him? Now it's for Alex, I tell myself. Nothing about him matters, I try to convince myself, but the closer he gets, the more I feel broken.
"Haven't you caused enough trouble! HAVEN'T YOU? I'm raising Alex! I GAVE UP MY LIFE FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S DAUGHTER! Haven't I done enough for you?" I told him, then before I could stop myself.
"Why can't I be good enough for you?"
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Broken Me
RomanceI loved him, I stayed by his side as his best friend. But then he knocked up my best friend and left for the army. Now I'm stuck raising a baby that's not mine while my best friend ruins her life. Oh, and that boy? He's back. Maybe I feel too much...
