Roller Coaster

TME - Home

I've been home for quite a while now. I haven't told the boys, or anyone for that matter, about what happened while I was gone. It's a hard subject for me. I was so lost and now that I'm not, I feel even worse about what happened. Like why couldn't I stop it? My psychologist says these feelings are completely normal for someone who went through all the stuff I did.

"So, Mea. Are you ready to talk about it yet?" Dr. Jones asked me. I thought about it for a couple minutes. I have to get it all off my chest, or I'll implode.

"I think so, yeah."

I woke up and I remembered. I knew who I was and where I was. I actually didn't know where I was, but I know why I was there. I wasn't home and it was because of my mother. Everything made sense up to this point. I got up and stormed out to the kitchen where I knew Gavin would be sitting. He saw me and gazed up into my eyes. That's who it was. It was Harry. I saw him through Gavin. I miss Harry.

"Good morning, little cat." He smirked but his expression turned cold when he looked into my eyes. I knew he could tell I wasn't confused anymore. "What do you know?"

"I know I'm getting out of here. I don't know when, and I certainly don't know how, but I will. And you'll get caught. I wouldn't be surprised if they put you in for life. Or straight to death. Hopefully."

I watched him as he laughed hysterically. "That's ridiculous, Mea. You're staying here with me. I'm all you need. All you have." I scoffed. "I have friends and a family waiting for me back at home. There's no way in hell I'd stay here with you." 

"I have some news for you, little cat. They've already accepted the fact that you're gone. Look." He handed me a newspaper, already flipped to the obituaries. There I was. My picture was the biggest one there. "It says that I've died. Why would they think that? Harry knows better..." Gavin snickered. "That kid? Yeah I told him you were dead. That way, you will stay here and no one will come looking for you." 

I would've cried, but I felt nothing. I was as dead on the inside as I was to Harry and the others. I kept the newspaper and sauntered off to my room. I was about to throw it on my desk, but I read that they're throwing me a funeral in about two weeks. My birthday. What? I've been here for almost a year... I have to get out. I have two weeks.

Tomorrow is the day I escape. Tomorrow is my birthday. I developed a plan over these two long weeks. Gavin would occasionally leave throughout the week, probably to deal drugs, and I explored this cage that's used as a house. Downstairs I found a storage room. That's where he keeps the drugs, and the guns. I took one from the arsenal and took it to my room. I can do this. I need to do this.

I don't know who I've missed more. Harry or Niall. Yes, I love my Irish boy, but there was something about the curly haired one. I could stare into his eyes until mine went dry, I could listen to him talk for hours on end, and I could just sit in a comfortable silence with him til I died. I would never get bored of him. I think I was just in love with the thought of Niall. I'm in love with Harry and everything about him and everything that he does. I eventually fell asleep thinking about him, since it was late.

I woke up and mentally groaned. I wasn't ready but at the same time, I was. I'm ready to go home. I'm not ready to have this burden live with me the rest of my life. That is, if I get out alive. Gavin usually expects me to get up and have breakfast with him, but not today. That way, he'll come and wake me up, and that's when I'll shoot. The gun is right under my pillow.

I heard the knock on my door and my stomach started turning and twisting. The knocks increased until he finally burst through the door. "Mea, you know it's time for breakfast. Wake up." I pretended to be asleep as best as I could. My hand was gripping the handle of the weapon so hard that my knuckles were white. He came over and started to shake me. That was when I took my opportunity. I got off the bed and immediately pointed it at him. "I told you I would get out." He was as pale as a ghost and I shot. I heard him groan, indicating I hit him, but my eyes were closed. I couldn't bare to look at him.

I took the chance and ran. I ran out of that house and didn't look back. I didn't know where I was going but I was. I eventually got to a big city, and I felt calmer. There were tons of people so if he tried to come for me, people would see. Most people just gave me dirty looks.

"Ma'am, do you need help?" Finally.

"Yes. I need to get to my funeral."

"Wow. I can see why you apprehensive. I'm so sorry, Mea." She extended her arm out to me, and she was holding a tissue. I hadn't even noticed I was crying. "Thank you."

I walked out in the hallway of the office and there was Harry, still waiting. "Ready to go?" He lifted his head up, smiling at me like always. "I was born ready." I just laughed. We walked outside and I was about to get in the car, when I looked across the street. A man, with emerald green eyes and a cast on his leg, was smirking at me.

THE END! Thank you to everyone who read Roller Coaster. It's definitely been one. And don't worry about the cliffhanger, there is going to be a sequel. If you have any ideas for a name for book two, it'd be appreciated.

I love you all!

Lanie.