This it is. In one second this will all be over. I just have to step off. As I looked down at the city 400 feet below me i started to get cold feet.
"No Lacey, you cant fucking back out right now. just fucking do it, okay? do it for you." i looked back down at the city below. The city looked so small, so harmless. But the city tears you apart.
Here we go. One step. I closed my eyes and took one last breath. the warm LA filled my lungs sending a chill down my cold body. i hesitantly picked up my foot and hovered it over the edge. i slowly leaned forward, starting to take the weight off the foot that is keeping me on the building. As I was about to lean forward the last bit something grabbed my arm and pulled me off the ledge. He pulled me into a hug so quickly I couldn't see who it was. i started to cry but this time it wasnt because i was sad it was because for some reason this stranger made me feel safe. He made me feel like everything was going to be okay. He held me there for rubbing my back in circle patterns and then whispered "please stay." His thick Australian made me realize who it was. michael clifford. The biggest fuckboy and bad boy on the streets of Los Angeles. His body was tattooed and his face pierced. His hair was bright red and his tall stature was intimidating.
"What are you doing here i asked" i angrily pushed him out if the hug and wiping the tears from my face.
"You were going to kill yourself" his eyes looked glossy as if he were about to cry. Why did the heartless heartbreaker, michael clifford, come up a 40 story building just to save me. he has never even talked to me before and now he saved my life.
"Why do you care? You're just a heartless bad boy, who sleeps around, dropped out of school, breaks every girls' heart and has no regret."
he started to tense up. i could tell he was mad.
"Are you fucking kidding me." he laughed but not a funny laugh, an angry laugh. he paced back and forth running his hand through his hair.
"Yeah Ive done all those things but it doesnt mean that im heartless. I fucking care about people. I fucking care about you and if you think for one minute that i came up here and saved your life just to sleep with yo-"
"You care about me?"
his eyes widened and his cheeks turned red.
"I just... okay just forget what i said lets go downstairs and talk, okay?" michael looked so vulnerable and weak. Does he actually care about me? he doesnt even know me.
"Okay"
he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. i dont know if this is just part of his game but right now i dont care because when he touched me i get this indescribable feeling. we got in the empty elevator. we stood in silence for most of the ride, our hands still intertwined, until i broke the silence,
"thank you" i said. i felt tears rush up to my eyes. michael saw this wrapped his arms around me. When he held me it felt as if he were trying to hold my broken pieces together.
"can we go back to my place and just talk?" i could feel his tone begging me to go.
"sure."
when we got back into the busy streets of downtown LA. michael hailed a taxi and we got in. we arrived at his apartment building. michael grabbed my hand and lead me up the stairs. His apartment wasnt anything i expected it to be. i thought it wad gonna be messy with beer bottles and pizza boxes but everything was clean and nice.
"do you want anything to eat or drink"
"no thanks" i was still really freaked out over what happened so i wasnt really hungry.
"okay well im ordering chinese and im gonna get you sesame chicken incase you change your mind" he said smiling down at his phone.
"thats my favorite" i felt my face get hot and red.
"youre cute when you blush" michael said taking a step closer to me and putting his hand on my face. i bit my lip. he put his forehead to mine and whispered
"kiss me"
