Living

Chapter 6

Without caring what I was doing, I threw some clothes into a backpack. I also tossed in some money that I had with me. I wasn't about to just run away without taking any money. After I had finished packing, I went to the window. Opening the window, I looked down to see if I would be able to make the drop. I could but then my stitches would open all the way and I could easily end up hurting myself due to the fact that I was still drunk.

So, I decided that I would just have to sneak out of the house. Simple, right? Wrong! I walked halfway down the stairs and then saw Michael, Damon, and Jake all sitting in the living room talking. I quickly ran back upstairs to my room. "Plan C?" I tossed my bag out the window and then ran to my bathroom to clean the blood off of my chest. After doing so, and putting on clean clothes, I went downstairs. All of the boys looked at me as I passed the entryway to the living room. "Lyla? Where are you going?" It was Jake that had spoke. I shrugged, "Outside. I need fresh air." They all stood up except for Michael. He looked depressed. Damon was the next one to say something, "Are you sure that's a good idea, Lyla? You should be resting." I was trying really hard to hold back my anger. They were only trying to protect me. But that was the last thing that I wanted. "I'm going to walk around the back yard. Chill out." I then walked out the front door before they could say anything.

I made sure that the guys weren't watching me when I went to get my backpack. I smiled to myself. That was easier than I thought. Taking one more look around to make sure that the guys weren't watching, I took off into the woods. It was too dark for me to run so I settled with a fast walk. I knew it would only take the guys 5 minutes to figure out that I wasn't in the back yard. I wasn't going to take the chance of getting caught. I stopped for just a second and looked over my shoulder. I could barely see the lights from the house. "I'm sorry." I turned back around and continued my way through the woods.

Michael's POV

Something wasn't right. I didn't see Lyla's face when she said that she was going outside because I know that she was mad at me. I got up and went out back to talk to her. She wasn't there. Before I could yell out to the guys, I heard a faint sound in the woods. "I'm sorry." Thank god for our amazing hearing. 'She must be really far out if I could barely hear her.' I took off running into the woods in the direction that I heard her voice.

I ran as fast as I could. In less than 2 minutes, I could see her a head of me. She had on a backpack and was trying to move around fallen tree trunks and branches. 'Oh yea, I forgot that she didn't have our powers.' I caught up to her and touched her shoulder. She screamed. "Lyla, it's me. Michael." She cussed and then turned to look at me. You could tell that she couldn't see hardly a thing and it took everything I had not to start laughing. "What are you doing out here? You said you were only going to be in the back yard." Lyla looked down in the direction of her feet. "Just let me leave, Michael..." I could see that there were tears in her eyes. "Why?" I could hear in the background that the guys had heard her scream and that they were heading this way. "Blaze is mad at me. You hid things from me. All I have been doing is causing problems for all of you and I don't want to anymore. I don't want to be a burden. I want to leave so I can stop putting you all through hell. And I don't mean to do that. I don't mean to..."

The tears were falling from her eyes now. I could clearly see how tired she looked. I had no idea why I hadn't seen it sooner. She was pale, her hair didn't shine like it did the first day that we had met. Her eyes now always seemed to hold sorrow and pain. She wasn't the Lyla I had met. But that didn't stop me from wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight. "It's okay. It's all going to be okay. We don't want you to leave, Lyla. If you left, none of us would know what to do with ourselves. If you left, Damon, Jake, Blaze, and I would all search for you until we found you. We would never stop, Lyla. And do you want to know why?" I asked her and kissed her forehead. She nodded into my chest, signalling for me to continue. "Because we all care about you. And none of us would be able to live without our little alcoholic to tell us that we are being dumb fucks." She giggled and then sniffed. She then pulled away and smiled at me. "Thanks, Michael." I smiled back even though I knew she couldn't see it. "You're welcome." I turned as the guys finally showed up.