Fix Me ~ Book 1 (PTX fanfic.. KAVI)

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He kept leaning in, closing his eyes. I closed mine too, leaning in.

I stopped myself. I put my hand on his shoulder causing his eyes to open. "No. I can't."

"You will." He simply said, laying back in his seat. I furrowed my eyebrows at the statement.

"What do you mean by that?"

He shook his head rapidly, placing his head in his hand, while his elbow rested on the armrest.

"If you want to do it, we can." I whispered. He looked at me, with a lost expression.

"But, wait. You just said that you didn't trust me. You're really not making any sense." I said leaning back in my chair aswell.

"That's not.... exactly. Shit Kirstie. What?" He started to confuse himself as simply as that. He started to huff and puff.

"This was the effect, the effect of the accident." I thought aloud to myself.

"Okay, okay." Avi seemed to be calming himself down. He seemed very tense for a moment but afterwards he loosened up.

"You alright?" I say, putting my hand on his shoulder. He flinched at my touch, not only that but he ignored me.

"Esther," He called out, not too loud, but loud enough to cause her to stir a bit in her sleep.

"Esther." He spoke with a bit more firmness, and she woke up. I quickly moved my hand from his shoulder.

"Yes?" She said, "whispering".

"Hurting, C-Confusion." He stuttered, surprising me a bit. She nodded, with a worried look on her face.

"Did Kirstie do it?" Esther glanced over at me, and I just flicked her off.

"Yes," He said, in her direction. "Can I please have the medicine." She looked in her bag and handed him the bottle of medication. I excluded myself from the situation, because it really wasn't any of my business.

I looked in the direction of Scott, as he slept with his head against the window, his mouth slightly agape. I had nothing to say about this. All could say was: Scott Fucking Hoying.

I wanted to lean on his shoulder, just because I had no one to lean on. I doubt Avi was going to let me.

I simply put my seat as far as I could without making the person behind me uncomfortable. I had to expect this was as comfortable as I was going to get. I closed my eyes, trying to think happy, joy.

I wanted to put myself in that joyful, happy place immediately because however long I slept, would be the same length of happiness I would get.

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As I woke up, my eyes still felt very heavy, slightly because I didn't get the length of sleep I wanted and Scott had woken me up by the tap of a shoulder.

I didn't say anything to him as he woke me. My body felt the pulling of slowly dropping in the sky as we slowly lowered back down in to Los Angeles.

Home.

I couldn't smile, like I would normally do because that simply felt not right at all. I had no home to go to. No one was going to pick my up from the airport. I wasn't going to be in the arms of a 'caring ' boyfriend welcoming me home after an 8 hour trip. No one was going to love me.

I simply sat there, looking around and trying to take in my surroundings. The same surroundings that I've had for at least 8 hours.

Looking over at Avi, he was looking past me out the window. I tried to ignore him, but I couldn't. It seemed like he was staring at me, and that makes me uncomfortable.

I sighed, looking at the seat in front of me.

~*~*~

We finally arrived, after a 14 minute landing. Before Kevin could help me, I quickly stretched to grab my one suitcase, as my bag was slid on to one arm. I got off the plane surprisingly quick, as I know how cluttered it could be exiting.

I had no one to wait for, so I just headed into the airport, not in a rush at all. After all I didn't have anywhere to go.

I looked around at all the little restaurants and cafes, knowing they would be a little too expensive for my pocket.

I then headed to the baggage claim which was a floor down. Taking the escalator, I looked down seeing people hugging loved ones tight. I tried to ignore it, but it was such an attention grabber. Then I realized.

He really did never love me.

I never got this love. So unashamed. But all that time he was ashamed of me.

I tried to swallow the nervous lump that formed in my throat. I held back plenty of tears.

Walking off the escalator, I rushed over to the baggage claim. Since I had gotten here early I would have to wait a while. Probably enough time for the others to catch up. Why didn't I think this through?

I rested my bag on the top of my suitcase, putting the handles over the large long handle of the suitcase. I leaned against a large column of the airport, which was conveniently set by the baggage claim.

I then looked over at the escalator glading seeing no-

Nevermind. I see Mitch scurry off in a hurry, coming over to the baggage claim, surprisingly seeing no one behind. He looked lost.

His eyes were certainly a little puffy, from crying possibly. He was probably the only other person I would actually tolerate right about now. I sat up.

"Mitch," I called out loudly, causing him to snap his attention over in my direction. He rushed over to me.

He dragged his bag behind, not even having a miniture suitcase. As he approached, I realized he was at the time crying.

"Kirstie, they startedfightingandididntknow whatto do!" He panicked, mummbling more as his voice cracked in more places than it should ever.

I looked around, making sure he didn't cause grab anyone's attention with his frantic behavior. I place my hands on his shoulder and he flinched. More tears escaped.

"What the hell happened in those 6 mintues?!" I asked. I paused.

Taking him by the sleeve of her shirt, I lifted it reavealing a bright red bruise. I gasped, quickly pulling it back down. "Jesus..." I mumbled, looking back up at him.

"Scott and Avi." Was all he said, taking a deep breath then stared balling again.

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