Long Gone

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My breathing was uneven. My eyes were blurry. My heart was beating faster.

No. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.

This will not happen. I'm not the same. I'm not pathetic. I'm not weak. Not again.

I took a deep breath and stood up from the bed. I took amother deep breath and walked out into the room with all the confidence I could muster. They are here. He is here and there is nothing I can do about it except build a bridge over the river I cried and get over it.

I walk into the bathroom and reach under the sink. I talk out the tablets I hid and take two. I promised not to cut. Nobody said anything about pills or any other thing. I walked out into the room with a smirk on my face. His little brother came running to me.

"Nik! I missed you! I have so much to tell you!" He exclaimed. I would've hugged him but I'm not that girl anymore. That shit makes me puke. With every bit of my courage, I stepped away from him. It hurt to see hurt on his face as I brushed him off.

"Say hello" my mother ordered and I gave a 2 finger salute. I locked eyes with him and he smirked back. Those eyes made me want to go somewhere and hide forever but I kept up the bitch face and flipped him off when no one was watching. I could feel the rage burn within him.

Uh oh.

Right then I decided to stay where I am and never be alone today. I went as far away from him as possible and that's how the night went.

I was staying a far away from him as possible and him trying to get me alone. I couldn't even pee. My mother tried to get me to talk to them but why should I? My phone kept buzzing and I knew it was Al.

Al is my best friend. My partner in crime, literally. My wingman. He was the one who helped me become this strong. He found me when I lost hope. He took me with him and taught me everything I know. He is 6'2 with messy hair and stormy gray eyes. He has the perfect body and a drool worthy face.

I looked around the table and everyone was busy chatting away so I took out my phone and read his texts.

From Papi: Tonight. The club on the 22nd street?

From Papi: Where are you?

From Papi: C'mon reply!!

From Papi: I'm dying here.

From Papi: I haven't gotten laid in 2 days. 2 DAYS.

From Papi: I will personally come there and drag you out the house.

From Papi: I hate you.

I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior and replied back to him.

To Papi: Dinner with Mike and family. Rain check?

His reply came instantly.

From Papi: YOU ARE NOT STAYING IN THAT HOUSE ANYMORE. I'M COMING TO GET YOU RN.

I rolled my eyes again.

To Papi: no it's okay. You know I've changed. I can handle it.

He called me instantly.

"I don't fucking care!! What if he tries something and you won't be able to reach me?" he shouted into the speaker and everyone's head turned to me. Good thing his voice was muffled.

"I'm okay. Just having dinner" I said trying to sound as casual as I can.

"NO! I'll be there in 10. Make up some lie."

"What? No. Is he okay? Oh my god... I'll meet you in the hospital" I said and hanged up.

"Sorry, got to go" I said and stood up "Emergency. Accident" I said and left before anyone could say anything. I sat on the footpath waiting for Alan to come. As soon as he saw me, he rushed to me and checked me for any signs of any kind of abuse and then looked into my eyes.