Treacherous

Chapter Thirty

*~*~* Niall's POV *~*~*

My phone goes off in my pocket as I'm walking to my car. I hurriedly dig it out with shaking hands, needing to know if I did something wrong. It takes me a few seconds to slide the bar across the screen and enter in my password, but when I do, I immediately click the message icon that has a red number one suspended above it.

From: Unknown Number

Your friends are getting suspicious. You need to act more natural, as if every single word you said to Amie was true. No more talking about her unless it's an insult.

My heart sinks more as I read the message. There's no way I can pull this off. I can't act as if I've hated Amie, as if I've wanted her to stay away from me. Everyone will see right through my act. Not everyone's as blind as Amie. This time around I'll have to keep my emotions in check.

If I don't then Amie is as good as dead.

I sit in my car, just thinking about how messed up my life is now. I used to have everything, but now I have practically nothing.

Life can change in a snap. You can practically blink and your life is completely different. Sometimes the change is for the better; and sometimes it's for the worse.

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I end up driving around for a bit before heading back to Amie and I's old house. It looks unchanged, but at the same time it looks completely different. Empty. Lifeless.

I didn't even go inside, the memories started to crush me, even though I only sat in the driveway. I'm already broken, but as I carry on, I think the pieces of my already shattered heart are breaking to bits. Soon there'll be nothing left.

Now I'm driving along the highway, pulling off an exit, and passing a sign that has a list of hotels printed on it. I'm not picky. I simply pull up to the nearest hotel and put the car in park. There's no way that I'm going to Amie's house to get my belongings. I'll just buy new clothes. I've got the money.

I check in, but ignore the stares I get due to my red eyes and weak voice. They all know who I am, but they don't know why I appeared to them like this. The girl at the front gave me a sympathetic smile, and I tried my hardest to smile back, but the action never occurred.

Now I'm laying in my bed, blocking out all thoughts and focusing on trying to make this pain go away. It doesn't, and after 5 minutes of trying to hold myself together, I simply let go. I let my tears fall and my mouth make any noises that it wishes. Might as well get it all out now before I'm forced to face someone. I have to be able to keep up my act.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand next to me, causing a loud, obnoxious sound to resound around the room. I look over at it through my tears and reach up. My hand shakes uncontrollably while it's lifted up, and I try my hardest to get it to stop, but it simply refuses to. Guttural noises pour out of my mouth as frustration runs through me.

I can't do this.

Amie's heartbroken face flashes through my mind again, and my hand drops limply onto the bed. I'm so weak. So fragmented. I don't think I'll ever be able to find all of my missing pieces and put myself together again.

All of those pieces are from Amie. Her smile, her laugh, her in general. All of the things that I miss most about her are the things that are breaking me further and further apart. The pieces are beginning to drift away. They're just within my reach, but are floating farther away with ever passing second.

I'll never be whole again. Not as long as she's so far away. It seems as if I have no other purpose in life. My purpose before was to make Amie happy. To comfort her when she needed it, and to make her laugh and smile.