Marriya's POV
The dark around me feels different. A strange aura of comfort surrounds me, and I am at peace. Is this what death feels like? My eyes begin to drift shut, and there's nothing I can do to stop them. I've lost almost all control of my body. Breathing deeply, I allow my nerves to calm as I am enclosed by a whole different kid of blackness.
Waking with a start; my eyes shoot open and I jump up. That is until my chest crashes into a hard object and forcefully shoved back onto the bed.
Dazed, I meet the awestruck eyes of Ross Lynch. As fast as my body will let me, I scramble to the opposite corner of the bed. What the hell is he doing here?
"Marriya!" Ellington yells.
The sound of his voice brings a smile to my face; his bear hug nearly tackling me.
All the Lynch boys, with the exception of Ross, soon join the hug. My ex boyfriend takes a tentative seat on the ground, his hand fiddling with the token of my love hanging around his neck.
"What's going on?" I ask; confusion clouding my thoughts.
Ellington releases me from the chokehold of a hug he has me in, but leaves a protective arm draped around my shoulder. As the boys explain to me what's happened over the past few days, the haunting images of my nightmares push to the forefront of my mind.
Cautiously, my eyes lift up to meet Ross'. The stunning hazel orbs that once brought me so much comfort have disappeared; replaced with dark irises swimming with sadness.
"Marriya," he whispers hoarsely.
My insides clench at the pain in his voice, but I force my heart to harden. He cheated on me and lied straight to my face about it. There's just no forgiving that.
Ross' lips part as he begins to speak, but Rocky cuts him off before he manages to get a word out. Their cold glares meet, a silent conversation occurring between the brothers. Although he is clearly pissed about it, Ross remains silent.
"Well, we should probably head to bed. Goodnight, Mar," Riker says; rising from his spot on the floor.
Ellington, Rocky, and Ryland follow suit, but Ross stays seated.
"I don't want to go," he states, his behaviour mimicking a small pouting child.
"That's funny, you say that like you have a choice in the matter," Ellington says dramatically.
He looks at me with eyes pleading for support. "Please," he whispers. "Let me stay with you."
My chest aches for him. No matter how many times he shatters my heart, I will always pick up the pieces and put them back in his hands. Before I can respond, Riker's sharp voice cuts in.
"One."
"Oh you've got to be kidding," Ross says with a nervous laugh.
"Two," Riker counts; a dark look in his eyes daring Ross to let him get to three.
"Oh screw you guys," he seethes before standing and storming out of the room, grumbling under his breath the entire time.
"Act like a little bitch and you'll get treated like one," Riker states smugly. "Goodnight, Princess."
After briefly hugging each of the boys, I was left alone.
The silence in the room is deafening. I can't shake the picture of Ross and Courtney making out from my mind, and it makes me sick to my stomach. I am selfish. I am weak. That's why I need to go.
I have to leave. I can't stay here, especially not with Ross. His hazel stare burns in my mind every time I close my eyes, and it aches in my chest. Those eyes will never love me again. I thought I ignited a spark deep inside of him, but really I was just seeing the reflection of the one he started in me. Something in my heart shattered that had never been broken when I saw him kissing Courtney, and I don't think I'll ever be the same. That's why I need to leave.
Grabbing a notebook from my bedside table; I begin to write. I address the letter to my brother, but speak to each of the Lynch's in turn.
Tears well in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm done crying. I'm done destroying myself over someone who never loved me. I broke my own heart loving that stupid boy, and I'm so fucking done.
Tearing the page from the book; I leave it lying on my bed along with two small objects.
Heading into my closet, I begin to pack my gym bag with the essentials. Stacks of clothes pile in, taking up the majority of the room. On top of that I place two metal frames. The first frame holds a picture of me enclosed in a group hug with the band, all seven of us caught in mid laugh. The second was taken at Mark and Stormie's party, and is the only picture the four members of the Ratliff family ever took together. It's bittersweet, seeing as my parents died the next day, but it's one of the only happy memories I have with my them.
At the bottom of the bag I place a little over $5000 cash. I know Ellington will either track or cut off my credit card in an attempt to bring me home, but this should be enough to get me wherever I decide to go.
While walking towards the door, I take one final look at everything this room holds. All the blissful memories and happy times shared with the people I love. All the bad days and crying myself to sleep on the tough nights. I wouldn't trade this for the world, yet I'm giving it all up because my boyfriend decided to upgrade behind my back.
With a heavy heart, I shut the door behind myself and begin to walk away.
As I reach the top of the stairs, something hits me.
There is one more thing I have to do.
Silently, I slip into Ellington's bedroom. He sleeps peacefully; snoring softly with his limbs tangled in the sheets. After brushing the long brown hair away from his face, I press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Tears threaten my eyes again, but I force them back. I have to do this.
Still, leaving Ellington is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. From the day I walked into his life, he has loved me purely with everything that he is. Through the good times and the bad, he has never left my side. Biologically speaking, he's the only family I've got left.
Ratliff begins to stir in his sleep, repeatedly mumbling Rydel's name. As my touch leaves his body, he grows more restless. No matter how bad this hurts, it's the right thing to do and I have to go now.
Taking one last look at my sweetly sleeping brother, I leave the room as quietly as I came.
My feet pad softly against the stairs as I descend; still making a conscious effort not to wake my brother.
After slipping on my Vans, I flee from the house.
With each step I take, my feet grow heavier. Every instinct in my body screams for me to turn back, but I force myself forward. This is the only way.
I freeze in the middle of the street that separates the Lynch house from mine. If I leave now, there's no coming back. If I walk away now, I'm walking away from the best home and family I've ever had. The engrained image of Ross cheating flashes in my mind, and my decision becomes clear. It's the only way.
My feet begin carrying me forward, and soon I'm running down the deserted street. I run from the people who are supposed to love me the most, and I don't look back. Not even once.
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Hey friends! Sorry for the bit of a wait on this chapter, my computer decided it would be fun to not save the six hours worth of work I put into the chapter. For all my fellow Canadians I hope your thanksgiving was fantastic! Anywho, if you enjoyed it please leave me a vote and a comment. I love talking to you all, and I can't thank you enough for your continuous support on this crazy journey.
All the love. Always.
~ Hannah xxx
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