Always

55 : good

I could feel the anger rising in me, my chest tight and my hands shaking. His stupid smirk was the last straw.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I took a step closer, practically fuming, and before I knew it, my hand was flying through the air. The slap echoed in the room, sharp and satisfying in a way I hadn't expected.

He froze, his cheek turning red, but I wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

"If you think you can mess with me without consequences, then you've got another thing coming."

For a moment, he looked taken aback, like he wasn't sure how to react. But I didn't wait for him to react-my mind was already spinning with what all had happened tonight. But my biggest worry was that I needed to find him and explain everything.

I ran towards my car, the flashes still going. At this point, I'm grateful for the security; otherwise, I wouldn't have made it out alive. I quickly sit in the car and slam the door shut.

"To my house, quickly." Even though the car is at a dangerously fast speed, I can't help but let the anxiety get the best of me. It's somehow hard to breathe-I'm already gasping for air. I loosen my coat, trying to stay cool. There's no use calling him since he already broke his phone.

After what felt like years, the car finally stops. Before the driver could announce it, I open the door and run towards his house. The clouds cast a dark atmosphere, with the wind blowing at an insane speed. It's about to rain. The gates to his house open. I try to run as fast as I can, but it's hard with the heels. I grunt, throwing the heels away on the grass, running barefoot.

Quickly climbing the stairs, I reach his room. Not even bothering to knock, I quickly enter. "I-I didn't k-kiss him, Lu-Luca!" I yell as I enter his room, my voice breaking as it's hard to breathe.

I lean on the wall, trying to catch my breath. "Miss, he's on the roof," a polite voice calls out. Looking up, I find no one except for a petite woman cleaning his room. The image of the room makes me immediately lose my breath.

The mirror is broken everywhere, blood stains on the floor, a broken vase, punches on the wall. "Pl-please tell m-me he's alright," I take a step forward, and something sharp cuts through my skin, making me pause in the moment. The woman gasps.

"Oh my goodness, ma'am," the broken glass pierced through my feet. "Ma'am, you need first aid, here let me-"

"Oh no, just-I'm fine. Tell me he's alright, please, I need to hear it, I-"

"He's alright. He's on the roof." Hearing this brings slight relief to my heart.

"Thank you."

"Ma'am, your feet-" Without hearing much, I run towards the roof. The glass in my feet hurts, and my vision is starting to blur, but I couldn't care less. I need to see him. I forcefully pull the piece of glass from the wound and throw it away, running for the roof as if my life depended for it .