When I Met Her....

Break-up

Break Up

Julia's POV

I watch Laurel walk through the crowd towards one of her friends before she swiftly changes directions and goes into what I think is the bathroom. A few minutes later I see Nathan walk through the same door.

I wait a second, staring intently at the door. Neither one of them come out. Without thinking, I start for the door. I get to the door and I hear a loud thud sound, though I know I only heard it because I'm so close to the door. I twist the doorknob but it doesn't budge. I try again and nothing happens. Then I hear a loud cry. Laurel! A fresh course of adrenaline crashes over my body as I force the door open, breaking the lock.

I hurry around the wall to find Nathan holding Laurel on the counter with his hand at her throat.

"What the hell is going on!" I yell loudly.

Nathan jerks around as he releases his grip from Laurels throat. Her face is covered in tears and Nathan's erected member is nearly exposed. Anger takes over my body and I find myself unconsciously rushing towards him. Blindly I send my fist out, and I can only believe my fist connected with his face from the crunch sound that is made. Before he can recooperate I grab him at the nape of his neck, dragging him to the bathroom door.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW!" I yell, throwing him into the hallway.

I see him stumble through the crowd until he able to make his way out the front door.

Turning back around, I rush back into the bathroom to Laurel. She'd fallen from the counter to the floor, with her knees pulled to her chest. I could hear the sobs, ripping relentlessly through her chest. I get down on the ground slowly moving myself closer to her before I place my hands gently on her legs.

"Baby." I whisper softly to her.

She looks up at me with watery eyes before falling onto me, clinging to my chest as her body shakes violently.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry" I choke, rubbing my hand up and down her back.

I can feel tears of my owns surfacing, as I try to forget the pain I can only imagine she'd just went through.

Laurel's POV

I bury my face into Julia's shirt, trying to use her scent to calm my unsteady nerves. Her hand trails up and down my back in a soothing rhythm.

We sit there for what feels like forever. I force the thoughts of the past events from my mind, trying to replace them with moments of me and Julia. I feel her lips gently peck my forehead and I lift my eyes up to look into hers.

"I love you." I whisper hoarsely.

"I love you too." She promises, stroking my hair gently.

Reaching upward, I press my lips to hers. I can feel her hesitance, but I lift myself up anyway and wrap my arms around her neck.

"Laurel." She says, breaking off the kiss.

"What?" I ask, slightly annoyed.

"We can't." She shakes her head.

"Why not? I'm 18." I frown.

"I want to believe me. Just not like this." Julia says, taking my hands into her.

"Like what?" I demand, yanking my hands away from her.

She just looks at me and pity reigned over her eyes. And for some unknown reason it infuriates me.

"I think you should leave." I say, lifting myself off the ground.

"Laurel." Julia says, reaching for my arm.

"Please leave." I say, sidestepping out of her reach before turning to leave the bathroom.

I force my feet to move, one infront of the other as I'm walking down the hallway to my room. I take off my dress and let it fall to the ground. I can't even bring myself to find other clothes. I just crawl to the center of my bed and hide myself under the comforter. Despite the warm cover, my body turns cold.

I let my body curl into the fetal position as a new wave of tears crashes over me. I try to keep my sobs quiet, so not to disturb my party that continued without me.