Please Remember My Love

Ch. 3: Mess I Made

(Hey guys! I know that I don't update like I did on the last story but I don't know...I feel like I can't write. Like I'm not descriptive enough like the more popular stories but I'm not writing to be popular but because I actually love it even though it wouldn't hurt to have my writing more noticed. Haha but I hope you enjoy!)

Kevin:

I watch her head slowly fall on the white with blue polka dotted pillow. Her brown short hair splayed out on it, her eyes closed tightly.

Her breathing slows but somewhat picks up to reassure me she's okay. Not taking chances, I keep my eyes on her closed eyes while carefully easing myself off the bed to not wake her.

She stirs in her sleep when my butt is almost off the edge of the bed and I immediately freeze up with my eyes wide, holding my breathe.

She keeps her eyes closed and exhales out of her nose after she hugs the pillow. I stay frozen for about I don't know five seconds and hurriedly get off the bed and look back at her, holding my breath to see the results. Still sleeping.

Okay good good, but that doesn't get me off the hook. I back away slowly still holding my breath, my eyes lying on her sleeping body.

I turn around to watch where I'm going but too late because I trip over my shoelaces. Got dammit! I look back over to Tamia with panicked eyes, oh who am I kidding?

Tamia is a heavy sleeper, so I just walk out of the door. I exhale in relief when I get into the hallway sinking to the ground.

To my realization that I've been holding my breath for so long that now my lungs feel as if they're on fire.

I pull my knees to my face while wrapping my arms around them. I know I shouldn't question God but why couldn't I just have Tamia in the first place?

Why did all this had to happen to her and not me? I drop my head to my knees and cup my head while pulling my hair frustratingly.

I could've treated her right! I ball my unbroken fist up and hit the wall but not too loudly.

I feel something vibrating in my right pocket, I throw my head up from my knees in confusion with my hair falling in my eyes.

Damn I need a haircut. I go into my pocket but damn these things are tight! I pick the wrong day to wear skinny jeans. I finally get the phone out and surprisingly it's still ringing.

I answer the call without looking to see who it is, pressing it to my ear. I put my head back down into my knees.

"Hello?" My voice is muffled but the immediate screams of my mother's voice in my ear, immediately makes me jerks my head up to my dismay.

I scrunch my face up in pain and annoyance because my ears are ringing and I have whiplash.

Reaching the phone out with arms reach to get it away from my ear, after a quick second I put the phone back to my ear.

"Hello?" I tried again.

I rub the hair out of my eyes and push it back off my face while I listen to what she got to say.

"Kevin what's going on!?! Are you okay!?" She asks in exasperation, I open my mouth but she cuts me off with another flow of questions.

"Why are you not home when it's 12 o'clock at night? Why do I hear that Tamia was pulled away in an ambulance? "

She yells exaggeratedly, taking a deep breath but I stop this interrogation going any further.

"Mom, just listen," I speak calmly, rubbing my temples. I get up from the ground and groan in pain from my butt being on the cold hard floor.

"Alright," she sighs ignoring my groans of pain and I can see her also rubbing her temples. I take a deep breath, I rub the back of my neck and butt at the same time to try to soothe it.

"Tamia is in the hospit-"

"Why is she in the hospital!?" my mom interrupts, telling in my ear again.

"Mom," I whine and I hear noises on her end. I push the phone closer to my ear, "Mom what's all that noise?"

"I'm coming to the hospital," she states blankly and I hear the car beeping because the door is open.

"Mom, n-" I didn't get the chance to finish my sentence because she hung up.

"Dammit!" I throw my head back in annoyance while pulling my hair. I hear someone clearing their throat from a distance.

I glance around confusingly until I find the perpetrator at the check-in desk with her index finger to her mouth. I roll my eyes but apologize politely and walk down the hallway turning the corner and walk smack into someone.

I fall on my bum, wincing in pain and I open my mouth to apologize but look up to find Brandon staring down at me smirking.

I snap my mouth closed and I immediately get up and before his reflexes kick in, I push him against the wall with my arm propped against his neck.

"What the hell was that in there?" He squirms against my arm trying to push me off but my grip is too strong because the adrenaline is drumming in my blood. I can't even see him straight I'm so pissed.

"Ca-ca-can't br-breathe," his breath hitches, good you son of a bitch. I almost start to tighten my grip but I feel his veins popping against my arm.

I gaze up to look at his face and his eyes are wide with fear and his breathing starts to slow. I loosen my grip and drop my arm but I still have him against the wall.

He takes deep breaths but soon falls into a nasty frenzy of coughs.

After he's done he clears his throat, "I deserve a second chance." I look at him with wide eyes in disbelief.

Is he fucking kidding me? He's the reason she's in here in the first place! I start to lung for him again wishing I didn't loosen my grip earlier but his words jolts me to a stop.

"We're back together and there's nothing you can do about it."