Living

Chapter 5

  A week later and my stitches still hurt. And all 4 of the guys are being over protective over me. They won't even let me go to school. My uncle kept blowing up my phone for the first 2 days and then I finally answered his call. (Conversation down below... H- uncle Harry and L- Lyla)
H: LYLA!!!! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED???? WHY WERE YOU IN THE HOSPITAL?!?!? AND WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU???
L: Stop screaming at me. And I'm fine. The hospital was weirding me out so I ran out of there. Sorry I didn't call you back. Or answer the phone. I had lost it and I just found it.
H: That's a lie, Lyla. You forget I work at a school. I can tell when students are lying. Tell me the truth.
L: *sighs* okay. I was attacked by an animal in Jake's back yard. And it scratched my chest and I had to go to the hospital to get stitches. I'm okay now. I'm at Jake's.
H: Okay good. Because your father is missing. The police have reason to believe that he is running. And that means he might come after you. So I want you to never go anywhere alone. How long does the doctor want you to stay out of school?

I knew what really happened to my father. He wasn't on the run. Michael had killed him. And the boys were hiding it from me.

L: oh just until I can move around without opening my stitches. (Lie. The doctor didn't have time to tell her anything.)
H: Okay. Don't worry about school. I let your teachers know and have them set aside your work.
L: Thanks Uncle Harry. I have to go, Jake made food.
H: Okay. Answer the phone next time, young lady. Unless you want me to come bang on Jake's door.
L: Love you too.

And that was the end of that. I had been surprised at how well he had taken that. Now I was sitting in the living room watching a movie. But as I got farther along into the movie, my hands started to shake. And I knew why. I hadn't had any alcohol since all of this had happened. I got up and went to the cabinet that held it all. I smiled when I spotted my favorite type. Tequila.

I sat down at the kitchen island/bar with a shot glass and the tequila. After downing a shot, the slight burn in my throat made me smile. Then my hands started to shake again. I also hadn't smoked since getting out of the hospital. The boys wouldn't let me smoke at all but they weren't here right now. I smiled happily and grabbed my stuff, taking it to the back porch. After lighting a cigarette, I poured another shot. Slowly, the pain in my chest faded away from my mind.

Half a bottle later, someone came running out the back porch door. I was now sitting on the floor with my back against the railing, facing the door. Michael was staring at me with wide eyes. I put the lit cigarette to my lips and inhaled. "What's up?" I chuckled a little and blew out smoke. Michael shut the back door and came and sat down beside of me. "What are you doing?" He looked at me. I looked at the bottle in my hand, I had given up hope on using the shot glass, and then back at Michael. I smiled. "I'm partying by myself. Want to join me?" My words were slurred. "You probably shouldn't be doing that, Lyla." I pouted and looked at him. "I can do what I want. At least I'll be happy." I took another swig from the bottle. When I was done, Michael grabbed the bottle out of my hands. Before I could protest, he took a long drink from the bottle.

I smiled brightly. "Long day, eh?" I tried to do a British accent but it sounded weird so I ended up laughing. Michael came up for breath and sighed. He looked at me and smiled bright as well. "Damn." He was very god like with the sun shining on his red and blonde hair. His eyes went wide. "Oh god. You're doing that thing again." I shook out of my thoughts and grabbed the bottle back from him. "No I wasn't." I whispered before taking another drink.

Michael and I sat on the back porch smoking and drinking away until the bottle was all gone. I pouted and tried to get up. I slowly but surly got up and found that the whole time Michael was laughing at me. "That's not funny, meany." He still was laughing when he tried to get up. He got about half way straight and then he tipped to the side and fell. A loud bang could be heard and I almost fell over laughing. I was bent over and holding my knees and then there I went. I fell down too. Michael and I broke up into a laughing spree. But then people ran out the back door. I looked up to find Blaze with a face with anger written all over it. Jake and Damon looked concerned and then they laughed. Blaze stormed off back into the house.

Jake wiped a tear from his cheek from laughing. "I can't believe it. You guys have been out here the whole time. And drinking of all things." He chuckled. Then he and Damon helped us up. I staggered into the kitchen and sat down at the bar. "Yep. It was nice. You guys have been holding me prisoner all week. I was starting to look paler than a vampire." Jake cracked up laughing again. Damon was serious then. "Lyla, you're father is out there some where. He could still come after you." That sobered me up really quick. "Cut the crap." My voice was full of anger. I got up and went to stand by the liqueur cabinet. "I'm not fucking stupid. Michael killed my father. So what. The bastard never gave a shit about me anyways. What I want to know is why the fuck you would hide that shit from me. So for what ever reason you have been holding me captive here better be good." I grabbed random bottles and stormed out of the kitchen. I went straight to my room and slammed the door shut. I plugged up my phone to my speaker and started blasting music.

3 hours later, I had downed another bottle of something. I didn't know what it was nor did I care. I was dancing around my room to Black Veil Brides in only my underwear and a bra. I knew my stitches had opened up again but I didn't care. I was on a cloud of happiness that I didn't want to come down from. I was singing along with the music and twirling around with a bottle in my hand. Then I bumped into something and nearly fell. But the thing caught me. I shook my head and look at the thing and saw it was Blaze. There was different emotions written all over his face. Pain. Sadness. Worry. I frowned at his red-rimmed eyes. "Have you been crying?" He didn't answer my question. "Lyla. Your stitches opened up again. There's blood all over you." I looked down at myself. He was right. Blood was all over my chest and stomach. "Oh. I didn't really care." I blurted out. He looked at me confused but instead of asking questions, he led me to my bathroom. Sitting me down on the bathroom sink, he grabbed a washcloth, wet it, and began to clean up my blood.

I was completely sober now. Seeing the pain all over his face had me sad and worrying about what was going on. He was focused on cleaning me up but I touched his cheek with my hand. "Why are you hurting?" He flinched at my quiet voice. "Its nothing, Lyla. I'm not hurting." I pushed his hand away that held the wash cloth and got off the sink. I stood up straight at the same time he stood up. I had to crane my neck back a little just so I could make eye contact with him. "You can't and will not lie to me, mister. Did someone hurt you?" He sighed and looked away from me. "Yes." My anger flared up. I wanted to find who hurt them. "Who?" I asked, trying to hide the anger in my voice. "You." He looked at me. He went to leave but I grabbed his wrist. Sadness filled me. "How did I hurt you?" I asked in a whisper. He looked down at my hand that was holding his wrist. "You'll never remember." He then pulled his wrist gently out of my grasp and walked out of my room. My heart shattered. "What did I do?" Tears wanted to fall but I wouldn't let them. I went into my room and shut my bedroom door, this time making sure I locked it.

'They've gone through so much hell because of you in a short time. You shouldn't even be alive. You do nothing but cause problems.' The tears began to fall. The voice in my head was right. I stormed to my closet and threw open the doors. I won't be anyone's problem anymore.