This Is Me

That's How Buildings Collpase

] Parker's POV [

Aaron's eyes widen. Then she thinks and responds.
"Well, we really shouldn't..." she starts. I pout.
"But I'm a rebel," she smirks.

"I wonder why my mom didn't say anything..." Aaron trails off. I shrug, and exit the room, so she can change. I wait by the door, and soon she pops out, in her regular attire: Nike T-shirts and athletic shorts. I snake an arm around her waist as we walk down the hallway.

We both slip on our shoes, and walk outside to the grassy lawn. We both climb into my beautiful truck, and we ride in comfortable silence on our way to Sports Authority. When we get there, I slide out of the truck, and Aaron does the same.

I lightly peck her lips, and wrap my arm around her waist again.

] Aaron's POV [

As Parker wraps his arm around my waist again, I lean into him a little, feeling a sense of comfort and safety. Look at this! We're already acting like we're married, but I'm only 14! I mean, I'll turn 15 in about a month, but you get my point.

FREAKIN 14!

We casually stroll into the ULTIMATE store for sports. Oh yeahhhhhhhh....

Trying not to look suspicious. I am totally allowed to be out of school right now. I hope I don't look all awkward and stuff. I'm pretty sure I look awkward and stuff. Dang it.

I let myself breath in Parker's scent of Gatorade and watermelon. You know, there's something about Gatorade and watermelon that calms me down. What is wrong with me?

I relax, telling myself over an over, You will be okay. You will be okay. It looks like the people here are nice. Yeah. They'll understand young love. Oh crap.

Some elderly women turn the corner of an aisle as me and Parker head straight towards them. On the outside, I'm casual and calm, but on the inside, I'm just like, OLD LADY ALERT. OLD LADY ALERT. RUN AWAY, I REPEAT, RUN AWAYYYYYYYY.

"Where do you wanna go?" Parker asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. I shrug.
"I guess to the softball and baseball section," I reply, not knowing where else to go. Parker nods in agreement.
"Okay."

Is it weird that I just thought of Augustus Waters, from, The Fault In Our Stars? Maybe a little. Meh.

We start towards the area I just recommended, but we turn a corner that I wish we hadn't. There are guns. Rows and rows of guns. And right in the middle of the display, the certain gun he used. Right there. Seemingly innocent, put when you put it into play: dangerous in every way.

My breath hitches in my throat, and even though I desperately want to breathe, I cannot. My feet have stopped carrying me. I will stand here as Parker will watch me break down. He'll see that girl that I have gotten so good at hiding. I don't want it to, but a tear decides it will make itself known, and rolls down my face.

But that's how buildings collapse. All it takes is one crack in the structure, and it all comes down.

My "crack" was that stupid tear. It brought down the building, (me) and a waterfall of salty tears, running down my face. Then I feel like I need to throw up. I can't handle it all.

I run to the bathroom, which is conveniently only about 5 feet away from me. I swing the stall door open, and empty the contents of my stomach. Thankfully, there is no one in here at the time. I stand over the toilet, coughing, and choking on my own misery.

I flush the toilet, and step out of the stall on shaky legs. I see Parker rush in, not giving a crap if this is the girl's restroom. The flashbacks flood back into the center of my brain, taking over me. My already wobbly legs wobble more, and my body shakes violently.

The tears come again as I remember the pain, the sadness, the anger, the fear of that night. Apparently, the human brain can only take so much because I feel my conscience slip away, and I let it. I let my body fall without a fight.

And being the great boyfriend Parker is, he catches me.

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Super short chapter with a cliffhanger! I am torturing you guys!

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Moving on... I am going to show you someone special in the next chapter, so be ready!