Someone Like You Series 2 (John Pearce/Justice Crew Fanfic)

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Italy Continued

Kylies POV

I swung open the hotel's doors. I don't care how many people where starring blankly at me. She was at it AGAIN! And John was in on it! I was so stupid, why would I leave him with someone he supposedly knows? He called after me, but that didn't stop me. I walked fast down the sidewalks. Flying past all the starring people.

"Kylie, let me explain! If you love me you'd stop.", he said, it wasn't quite a yell nor a whisper.

"Do not pull that card on me, of course I love you.", I stopped and turned. "What the hell was that? I thought we were a team, John?"

He was quite for a moment and then spoke up, "I told her to come so we could talk this out. I gave her coffee and I tried waiting for you so we could both talk to her. Before you came in she said she was dizzy. But then she tripped, on purpose, and fell on me."

"At the same moment when I opened the door, ironic.", I snapped.

No response. Then I felt bad, but I didn't want to apologize, but then again I did, but then. . . .

"John, I don't know what to believe. All the shit hit the fan when she arrived, I can't tell if it's an act or not.", I quietly said.

Still no response. He just stood there, struck with hurt. You could see it in his eyes. I turned to turn behind me. It was between going somewhere, get lost, and be by myself or go with John.

I bit my lip, not having a clue what to do.

"Believe what you want. I can't force you what to think and what not to think. I tried fixing this, for the both of us, so we still could save our fantasy trip. I'll see you around. . . . I guess.", he turned around and headed back to the way we came before I got the chance to say something. I know he didn't want to leave, but he had no choice. I pushed him, maybe too far this time.

It's all your fault, Kylie. The voice in my head came back.

I turned and walked the opposite direction John went. People still gave me looks, I wanted to tell them off cause I was embarrassed and upset enough. But, I wasn't like that, actually I don't know at this point.

I put my back on a brick building filled with graffiti, and slid down. There was no one in sight. The ally lights flickered on and off, even though the sun was setting, it still gave a little bit of light. Enough so I could see my surroundings; a dumpster, trash, walls . I curled my legs up to my chin and sat there. No tears came out, no screams or yells, I just sat there, still as a statue.

One half of me wanted to go chase after John and curl up in his arms, not letting him go, and forgetting any of this crap happened. The other half wanted to stay here, against the wall, not being bother by anyone.

It's all your fault. It's all your fault.