Chasing the Streets

Chapter 12

I walked into the living room. Nearly the entire gang was sitting on the edge of their seats. Garrett stood and walked over to me when he saw me. Everyone else sat and stared at me.

"How'd it go?" he asked.

"Eh. It wasn't good or bad. We just kinda talked, that's all." I replied. Garrett gave a sigh of relief. I smiled. Daniel pushed past Garrett and began putting me through tests to see if I was injured in any way. There's no point in this, I already told them that I'm fine. None of them will really believe you until Daniel checks you out as ok. Oh, great.

"She checks out." Daniel said. Everyone in the room relaxed and started to talk. Kenai stood from his place on the wall and walked over to me, grabbing my arm.

"Follow." He grunted. He dragged me down the hall and out the front door. It was getting dark and acouple of stars were peaking out of the sky.

"What do you want, Kenai? If it's something important, just tell the whole gang-"

"What did you two talk about?" Kenai looked at me with eyes that cut into me like knifes. I could tell he was reading my mind already, but I answered anyway.

"About the past, how he still doesn't believe that I'm me." I said, shrugging my shoulders. Kenai raised an eyebrow and put his hand on my shoulder.

"What about the past?" he asked. We had a staring contest for awhile before I finally gave up. I sighed and lowered my head.

"We talked about...me...Emily, the one I used to be. He didn't believe me so I brought back a...painful memory for him." I hesitantly said. Kenai tensed up and took his hand from my shoulder.

"What 'bad memory'?" I could tell that he was on edge. I looked up at him defiantly, holding myself up to look strong, despite being in a pink skirt.

"A memory you don't need to know about. If I wanted you to know, I would have told you." I stormed back into the building and went into my room. Wow, good job! Two staring contests in one day! Shut up, you're the last person I want to talk to. Oh, come on. Quit being a drama queen. I'm sorry, mother, but I don't like it when people stuff themselves into my business. Hate on me for it, I don't care. Wow, pushy, are we? How many times do I have to say to-

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" I screamed, flinging myself onto the bed and punding my head. I could feel bruises forming, but I didn't care. I just wanted this annoying person out of me. Garrett slammed the door open and ran over to me. He tried to pick me up, but I slapped his hands away.

"GO AWAY! I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANYONE!" I screamed. He looked at me like he was about to cry. I felt bad. I hurt him. Again.

No, no, no! I rolled over and began beating the back of my head with my fists.

Blood. My leg, it hurts. So much blood. My gang, they're coming. I can't let them see...

Garrett grabbed my wrists. I struggled against him.

Crud, they already saw...they're gonna freak...

I kicked Garrett in the gut and ran to the clothing drawers, taking out one of the drawers and smashing it against the wall. Bits of wood flew everywhere.

Garrett...his eyes...he's crying...

I looked back at Garrett. He was staring at me, tears welling up in his eyes. I stopped and looked at him. I hurt him.

Garrett, don't cry...Look, I'm ok, see?...I won't ever leave you...Don't worry...I'm right here...

I stood up and sat down beside Garrett. He looked at me with a longing. I wrapped my arms around him, tears running down my face.

"I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry...I'm right here...Don't cry..." I whispered. I was bawling, the tears wouldn't stop. Garrett sat up and pushed my arms away, making room for him to wrap his arms around me. I cried into his chest and held his waist.

"Shhh-shhh-shh, it's alright. You don't have to cry, it's ok now." he said.

"No it's not, I hurt you..." I said between sobs. Garrett chuckled and kissed the top of my head before petting it.

"You didn't hurt me, I'm fine. You're the one that's still crying." I wiped my face and sobbed silently as he held me close to him. I laughed.

"I feel like I'm in a romantic movie." I said. Garrett laughed and kissed my forehead again.

"It does, doesn't it?" he said. I felt my eyelids get heavy as I stumbled into sleep.