Moving On (BoyxBoy) UNEDITED

Chapter Eighteen

So incase you didn't hear or know I'm moving my updates to Sundays during bowling season because most of the time I'm not home at all on Saturdays. So sorry for everyone who checked for this yesterday, I was at a meet. Hopefully though you like what I've written :)

Zina

Zander's POV

It's been days and I still haven't heard back from Jake, I'm trying to be patient but my fears are getting to me. What if he never gives me another chance? I don't know if I would be able to take it. And to make matters worse Melody has been telling me he's more closed off than ever, it's starting to worry me. Jake has always been a naturally open person, sometimes even too open. For him to be closed off like this for so long just is not normal, and to think I may be the cause of it makes me feel like hell. I have to find a way to fix this. I've never handled guilt well; it's one of my worst flaws. Jake's the only one who could ever help me with that, but at this moment that's almost impossible.

I just need to get out of this house for awhile and think, I need to be alone and get my mind off of everything going on around me. It just seems like no matter what I do something happened that makes my life spiral even more out of control then it previously was. I've lost control of everything and I just have to sit back and helplessly watch my life fall apart piece by piece and there's nothing I can do. It's so frustrating and I can't stop thinking about it even if I wanted to. Somehow it just always sneaks back into my thoughts, I even dream about the guilt I feel.

I headed out the door with my mind clouded and let my feet lead me to my destination. I didn't have any place in mind but I figure if I walk around for a bit either something will come to mind or I'll just tire out and head back home. Either of those options sound good to me since it gives me space to think and attempt to clear my mind.

With every step I took dread filled my guts, it was irrational but I couldn't stop it. For some reason I really just wanted to turn around and run back to the safety of my home, but that didn't make any sense. There was no one around me, I was perfectly fine. But I couldn't get the feeling to go away. It was almost unbearable. But I still went on, determined to clear my mind. In fact I think I'm going to go to the theater and play some piano that always used to calm me down.

I looked at my surroundings clearly for the first time since I left my house to see that my feet knew where I wanted to go before my brain did. I was only a few blocks away from the theater. The dread in my gut suddenly increased to the point where it was overwhelming. It made my knees start to tremble in fear. The wind seemed to have changed, suddenly stronger and pushing me towards the theater.

I picked up my pace, nearly doubling my previous speed. Within seconds I was in a full out sprint, as if my life was in danger. I couldn't explain what had come over my or why I was giving in, but I did. It's almost like I had to. I barged in the theater doors only to receive a hard blow in the face. I felt my world start to spin, and my vision started to tunnel. I stumbled to the side, losing balance and hit the floor with a thud.

I stayed still hoping that they would think I was knocked out and leave. Instead I received several kicks to the side and a few more punches to my face and chest. Several times I had trouble breathing, but I couldn't move to defend myself. My world slowly started to fade hit by hit. The blackness was taking over, I wanted to give in but I couldn't bring myself to. Something was stopping me. The attacker decided that I had enough and left with a slam of the doors.

A few silent minutes passed before I heard a groan from somewhere nearby. I was sure it wasn't coming from me. A sudden fear washed over me, the only other person that I knew who would ever come here was Jake. A sudden rush of adrenaline had me up on my feet and looking for the other person. I was following the groans but they stopped within seconds.

The real panic set in then, I scrambled around the theater looking for this other person and praying it wasn't Jake. My prayers were answered when I stumbled over something, or someone. I knew it wasn't Jake simply because Jake was much smaller then this person. But the panic didn't stop or even decrease the slightest when I noticed the blood surrounding him. I called 911 well looking for his wound and checking to see if he was breathing. He wasn't.