Forgotten one L.T

02.

Day 2

Weak-
1. lacking the power to perform physically demanding tasks; lacking physical strength and energy

2. liable to break or give way under pressure; easily damaged

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Louis Pov
I still remembered her bright blue eyes from last night. That's all I noticed about her, she left in such a hurry I didn't get her name or what she looked like.

It was a small town, wasn't like that would be the last time I saw her. Right?

"Your new right?" I hear a voice come from behind me as I'm taking my trash out. "Yeah, I'm Louis."

"Jacob, I live across from you!" "Sweet," maybe he'll know the girl.

"Is there a girl that lives here with bright blue eyes?" He stands still for a moment thinking. "No, no one here has blue eyes." He had to be lying. I saw her last night.

"But, last night a girl was getting beat and I stopped it. She turned for a split moment and she had these bright blue eyes." He shifted his weight and seemed uneasy.

"Contacts maybe? People here are pretty friendly. We don't believe in beating others up, maybe a dream? You busy today?" He changes the subject. It couldn't have been a dream. It was real, but could she be wearing contacts?

Ava pov

Pain, is what I felt when I woke up. I felt weak, how could I move? I should've been thankful for that guy helping me, but what if I did die? I would be with my loved ones. It would save me the trouble of having to do it myself.

But something inside me didn't want me to die. I ran a hot bath and got in. It felt nice. I could've beat them, I became weak since I last fought. I wash my hair and body and then get out. I braid my hair and then get dressed fast not wanting to stay home for another second.

It was early, the way I liked it. No one was out, no one would see me. Like always Mr. Perkins was there waiting at the door for his coffee. "What's wrong with your face, Hun?" I shake my head.

"Ran into the door at home, excuse me I need to use the restroom." I go to the bathroom and use makeup to cover up my bruises. I come back out later to see the new boy in the diner talking to Mr. Perkins. I try to hide myself as best as possible. When I go to give Mr. Perkins his coffee I avoid eye contact.

"Can I get you anything?" I ask him.

"No, I'm good thanks!"

I go back to the back and wait for Harry to come. Late, as always.

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Louis pov

"So how's your search for Blue-eyes?" I shrug. "Trust me, I think it was a dream. Wanna go for a walk? Get to know the town." I shrug more.

"I kinda just wanna stay here a little longer. Later?" I ask. Jacob nods then gets up and leaves.

"Mom he cheated why are you gonna go back to him?" I shout at her. "Louis you won't ever understand will you?"

I understood perfectly, she was endangering her and my sisters. To hell with my "father". He cared for himself and himself only.

I stormed up to my room and slammed the door packing up any memory of this house I had to leave. Then I wrote a note. At night when they were all asleep I hugged my sisters one last time then left for good.

The bitter cold of the night made me hurt for my mom. I drove, I never stopped. To scared my family was right behind me.

I shake away the memory. It was his fault for everything. I wish my mom would understand. That's when I see her.

The girl at the diner, walking to Mr. Perkins house. I get up and go after her. "Hey, your the girl from the diner, right?" She freezes then turns slightly and runs the opposite direction.

What did I do?

Ava pov

It was him. The guy who helped me. Should I thank him? To late now. I ran. To many memories were around, I wanted away. Away from all the memories. I was so close to being gone. Every where I turned was a memory. I hated it!

When did I become so weak?

I mean wasn't the part of grieving healing? Yet I still haven't got to that yet. Maybe I still haven't accepted it yet.

Seven years, still haven't healed.

So I go home, forgetting work. Forgetting the world, forgetting everything. I wish I could forget.

"I can't wait! Have you ever been out of town before?" May asked me. I shook my head, "Some times I walk to the end of the town. I stand there thinking about crossing the line that separates our town from the next. I've never crossed," I tell her as we get the stuff we need.

"Really? Don't ever cross without me then!"

"I don't plan on it, your my best friend!"

"Show it to me," she states. "Show what?" I ask. "The town line."

We walk to the edge of town, the summer breeze hitting our faces. May continues to complain about the distance but it wasn't far to me, it was close. Like home. "Here," I state. "That's the line."

"You even marked it?" She asks laughing and I nod laughing with her.

"Well I didn't want to cross it by accident, can you believe tonight we'll cross it? Together!"

"With your parents," she adds. I nod.

"Happy 16th birthday Ava! I can't wait for you to open your gift tonight."

"Neither can I."

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