Where Do I Go (boyxboy)

Please Don't Go Away

Well... This is it.

I've been out of the hospital for about 5 days now and I am finally starting to pack my stuff so I can leave tomorrow with Drake. He told me to only get the imprtant stuff that I really wanted to keep, because he is going to buy me all new things; Clothes, shoes, whatever I needed.

 "If it's not of sentimental value, leave it," he said before walking out of my room.

I did just what he said. I grabbed my phone, my ipod, of course the chargers for both things. I also grabbed the other razor that I had hidden in between my matress... Yes my razor.. I don't plan on using it, I just... I don't know... I feel like it's the only friend I have left.

I put all of the items in my little Nike strap bag and started walking from the room. The minute I touched the door knob I felt the strong sensation of forgeting something. Oh what could it be?

I looked around my room, thinking, letting my eyes search evey crook and crevase. What the hell am I missing? I took everything from my backpack and dumped the contents on my bed... Think think think...Then it hit me.. Esme!

I searcched frantically all over for it. It has to be somewhere. I searched everywhere! Closet, dresser, floor, bed, pockets, bathroom. Where is it?

As I was searching there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I shouted from the bathroom. 

I heard the door open just as I finally found what I was looking for. The heart-shaped locket that had her picture and mine in it. This was the most sentimental thing I owned. I can't belive I almost forgot it. It was my goodluck charm.

 "What are you looking for," he said as I bumped into him and almost fell upon exiting my bathroom. I was caught in his arms as they tried to steady me back up. I wanted to just slap him so much for touching me.

"Why are you here," I snapped. "I don't want to talk to you."

He looked hurt. (He should be). He looked depressed. (He should be). He looked like he'd been crying. (I hope he cried up a storm).

"Fine," he said. "You don't have to talk just listen."

"No Brock. You've said just about enough already, so just leave." I pushed from his arms and walked around him. "How'd you even get this far into my house anway without Drake and my mother seeing you?"

"I snuck past them while they were all talking in the kitchen. Your front door is wide open so I just came in."

"Oh good, So now you're breaking into my house," I asked sharply. "Now you can leave the same way you came in. So bye!"

"Please Angel. I'm so sorry! Just give me 5 minutes please."

I was really tempted to just call Drake in here to throw him out but, there was just something in his eyes that told me how sincere and sorry he really was. What can I say I'm a sucker for his hazel eyes.

"You have 2 minutes Brock."

"What I have to tell you is going to be a little more than 2 minutes Angel."

"Tick tock," I interrupted. coldly.

"Fine," he said under his breath. "Angel, I'm sorry okay. I don't know why I did it but I did. I didn't want to hurt you. Honestly I didn't but, I was just feeling some things that I didn't know how to take in. I was so stupid for letting you go."

I tried so hard not to stare into his eyes. I knew if I did I would fall back into him like some puppet. I just turned my head away from him, before I stared crying.