(Btw I have the worst grammar. Ily.)
Liezelle's POV
"Liezelle, the guys already told me everything." Ken extended his arm out to me.
My eyes began to tear up even more.
He couldn't have believed them right?
"Wha-" I tried to continue, but Ken pushed me down to the ground.
This took me by surprise as his facial expression shifted in a matter of seconds
"You're such a low-life." He yelled so everyone in the terminal could hear him.
The words began to choke me as I wanted to tell him that it wasn't true.
They only created lies to make me look bad.
Nothing was as it seemed, but collecting my words only pushed me back on the ground.
"Ken, you don't..." I yelled back.
He looked around and bent down to my level.
"You really aren't worth anything." He said smirking, as if he enjoyed my pain.
Everyone gathered laughing at me, pathetic and hopeless.
I wanted for it to all stop. I needed to tell Ken that they were all wrong.
But the more they laughed, it grew into an audience.
All eyes were on me, I could feel doubt reaching out and grabbing me by the collar of my sweatshirt.
Maybe... Maybe...I was the whore they said I was.
I couldn't prove them wrong anymore.
"You aren't worth the air you breathe," The voices returned in my head.
"You are a waste,"
"You never deserved to be happy,"
"I hope you break,"
"I hope you realize that you were just a mistake,"
I watched as Ken parted through the crowd and left me on the floor.
He seemed like he was laughing.
That's what broke me the most. It hurt to see the only person who I wanted to trust... I don't know why, but heartbreak consumed me until my chest lit up like a match.
As if pain left me burning, wanting, needing craving to be put out.
The burn inflamed my skin and body.
I tried to call out to him, but the others stood me down.
Reaching out to thin air proved to do no good as they kicked my hands back on the floor.
Nothing seemed right.
I wanted to go home. But I felt it leave as he walked away.
I wanted to die at that very moment.
He had so much connection on me.
But I barely knew the kid.
Ken's POV
I looked over at Liezelle laying in her chair. The dark might've consumed the plane as we were only 2 hours into our flight. But her reading light was still on. She was the only one with it on.
