Bulletproof || l.h. (Criminal!5sos)

XII

Even though the boys assured me they were just having a quick snack, I was sitting in the kitchen while they were eating from almost an hour. Calum was spreading butter on his toast evenly as I complain about how slow he is being. I just want to get out of here so bad and it's like they're doing it on purpose to slow me down. 

During this long wait my eyes kept staring at my new figure in the mirror hanging from the wall. I didn't feel like myself at all. My long healthy deep black hair was now gone. I feel like red really suited me and Michael was right about that color, but to me it wasn't just some type of make over. We did it with a purpose. To me it is a symbol for this new "lifestyle" that I've been pushed into. I didn't choose it, and I didn't want it. I wanted a new life. A new beggining. But not like this one where my existance is a threat and I have to hide from everyone and everything. My past had been dark enough and all I wanted was to see a little light at the end of the tunnel, which wasn't happening. Not now, nor anytime soon.

"Should we go?" Luke's voice makes its statement, making me stand up and head to the front door almost instantly.

"Hang on in there missy." Ashton lets out a light giggle, making me stop. "I know it looks very pretty but you should tie it." He says, referring to my hair.

"I can't belive you're hiding my masterpiece." Michael mutters.

"Shut up." After I tie my hair as quickly as possible, Ashton places a grey oversized jacket over my shoulders and a black leather jacket on top of it gently, hiding all my feminine curves.

"There you go." Luke puts the hood of my jacket on top of my head and covering most of my face before doing the same to his. "Now you're ready. And don't forget to keep your head down."

In a split second we get out of Luke's house into Ashton's car. Luke makes me seat between him and Calum on the backseat while Ashton drove and Michael sitted on the passanger's seat, turning the volume on with Jesus of Suburbia playing as soon as we hit the road.

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I inserted the keys and opened the door of my apartment. It felt my heart shrinking as I walked through the hallways in silence. Even my furniture and couch were now covered by a thin layer of dust.

"So this is your place huh?" Calum tries to break the ice while the boys followed me, but I remained silent.

"Chloe." Michael placed his warm hand on my shoulder. Most of my closet doors were open. Cabinets and drawers were revealing some of my casual shirts, high heels and even bras that Luke didn't even bother to hide when he came over to pick up my stuff while I was still locked inside that hell of a bedroom in his house. He just picked up my stuff and left it out like it didn't matter. "Chloe you were supposed to feel better that you're back in your house, not otherwise." He was right, but my eyes still filled up with nostalgic tears. "Show us around, let's have some fun."

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My grand piano was the main topic of our conversation. Luke sits on the white stool and starts playing a few chords. It fascinated me. The piano is, without a doubt, my favorite instrument. The sound of it is almost meditating to me and it allows me to express all my feelings, whether it's happiness, sadness, madness or anger. It keeps my sanity stable and it was the one thing in the world I knew I couldn't live without.

I join Luke, sitting next to him on the white stool. I start playing along with his random notes but he soon stops, staring at me as I play shyly but gracefully.