Would You? (Sequel to I Would)

Chapter 4

I was standing on a bridge that was crossing over water. I leaned against the railing and took in the beautiful view. It was late at night, and the moon was reflecting on the the water. The sky was covered in billions of bright stars. The view was truly breath taking.

I was standing there for a good ten minutes when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Louis staring at me lovingly, his hand still gripping my shoulder.

"You now it's impolite to show up late for a date" I said teasingly. He laughed and drew me in for a tight hug. I loved his hugs so much. I could just sit somewhere with him and hug him for all eternity.

After what seemed like forever, but was only a few seconds, he let go of me a little. Only a little. 

He stared into my eyes with his beautiful sea green ones. "I've missed you so much, Amanda" he said, his voice sounding pained. 

I teared up a little. "I've missed you too" I said.

And we kissed. It felt so good to feel his lips on mine after so long. I didn't want it to stop.

And then I woke up.

I sat upright, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I looked at the alarm clock on my night stand. 7:15 AM. Might aswell get up. There was no way I was going to sleep after having that dream again. I walked over to the kitchen and made myself a bagel.

I haven't talked to another living person in two weeks, which is how long I've been staying at 108 Hershey Road, apartment 23. The last time I talked to the lady was when I got here. She said that I should be able to stay here for a little while, and that she would contact me when it was time to move again.

It was a nice little apartment. There was a bedroom with a queen sized bed, a full kitchen and a little living room. The kitchen was stocked with enough food to last a month, so I never had to leave to buy food.

There wasn't much to do here. There was no computer, the television only had 5 channels, and there weren't any books laying around that I could read. Not even magazines. 

It gave me plenty of time to think; something that I didn't want to do. My thoughts would usually go back to my friends, my cousin, and Louis. I missed them so much. And they all must hate me for leaving them with practically no explanation. I hated myself. I thought many times about calling Louis with my disposable cell phone and telling him everything, but always decided against it. I wasn't going to get him involved in this.

To distract myself from those thoughts, I would ask myself questions. Who the hell is the lady on the phone? How does she know so much about me? How did she prepare all this stuff for me so fast? How does she know what my father is up to? Why do I trust her?

Those questions would eventually lead to me trying to think of what my father could possibly be doing. I would try to think back as far as I could and see if he ever hinted to what he was planning, but nothing came up. Then I would just sit on the couch, frustrated and upset. Then I would eat my weight in peanut butter.

And the cycle would start again the next day.

As I spread cream cheese on my bagel, I thought about maybe doing things a little differently today.

I have not been outside since I got here, nor have I seen another human being. I was going to blow my brains out if I didn't do something else soon.

I was going to go on a walk in the park.

And then maybe find a restaurant and eat out for lunch.

I understood that it probably wasn't the smartest idea, but I was bored as hell and I wasn't going to spend another day indoors.

I ate my bagel quickly, then went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I tied my now-auburn-hair into a tight ponytail and changed into a pair of jeans, one of my band t-shirts, and a pair of high tops. I didn't pack many clothes, so I had few options, and I didn't want to waste money on new clothes. Money was limited aswell.

I knew that going outside was a risk, so I packed my school bag with everything I would need in case I had to run; clothes, a few snack bars, some water bottles, all my money, the pack of contacts, and my glasses. I shoved the disposable phone in my back pocket, threw the school bag over my shoulder, and walked out the door.

.....

I had been walking around the park for a good three hours. It was such a beautiful day. Not a cloud in sight. The warmth in the air made me feel amazing.

I checked my watch. It was 10:55 AM. Still too early to eat lunch. I decided to take a break from walking and sat down on a bench. I placed my school bag down next to me and just chilled there for a bit.

After about five minutes of sitting there, I started hearing a muffled voice. It sounded like it was repeating the word, "Hello." Weird?

Then my eyes widened. I knew where the voice was coming from.

I took out my phone hastily from my back pocket. I had butt dialed someone.

That 'someone' was Louis.

See, the first time I thought about calling Louis, I saved his number in my contacts. Stupid, I know. For some reason, I thought it was a good idea at the time.

I knew I should've hung up right away, but I put the phone to my ear instead. Louis kept repeating, "Hello? Who is this? Why isn't anybody answering me? Hello?"

My breath caught. Hearing his voice was bringing tears to my eyes. I didn't realize just how much I missed him until now.

Then I did the stupidest thing I could've done. I said, "Lou."

I mentally kicked myself in the face. Why the hell did I say that? Wow, I'm an idiot.

Louis stopped talking for a bit. Then he whispered, "Amanda?"

And I hung up. I had to. That's what I should have done in the first place. I probably just ruined everything. Hopefully he'll think he was just hearing things and move on. Hopefully.

I sat there a little longer, wishing I had a baseball bat to hit myself with. I was such an idiot.

The phone rang and I jumped. I looked at the screen, praying that it wasn't Louis. It wasn't. It was the lady.

I answered after the second ring. "Yes?" I said, trying to steady my voice.

"Why did you go outside?!" she asked me, sounding very panicked.

"I-I just wanted to go on a walk" I stammered. What was her problem?

"Well thanks to your 'wants', we have a little problem. Do you have your bag with you?"