Let's Live In A Castle (A Christian Novelli Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

Bring Me the Horizon, Of Mice & Men and Warped tour?! A new OM&M album?! Pierce the Veil movie?! This is just too much for me to handle. And pay for. I will babysit every week if I have to. Too much awesomeness.
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 "You have  very poor judgment. You clearly don't care about your family or wish to spend anytime with them for the holidays. You are acting out of selfishness and you always have. Why do you care about this boy? You think he treats you well? You think he loves you?! I'm older and there for wiser and I know for a fact that this isn't love. It's a silly crush, some butterflies, or even lust. It can't be real love. Real love does not exist."

I set my lips in a thin, grim, line to keep from reacting. I picked up my bag and left the apartment, putting on my jacket as I strode down the hallway. I put it on while I waited for the elevator. The doors slid closed, trapping me in my own private room of mirrors. I glanced to my left, my eyes were wide with shock, my lip trembled a bit, my cheeks were flushed with anger. A long gust of exasperated breath was released from my lungs like a balloon.

I walked through the lobby and out the door and down the sidewalk. I leaned forward against the blasting winter wind and the incline of the hill. The bus was roaring down the street to the stop. It squeaked to a halt and let out tire pressure with a loud hiss. I climbed on, paying my fare and taking a seat in the very back of the quiet bus.

It can't be real love. Real love does not exist.

Lies. Words. Pent up anger from long ago. That's all they were.  She knew nothing about our relationship. She knew nothing about our feelings or the futures we imagined with each other in them.

I let out another angry breath through my teeth like the hissing bus tires.

She couldn't break me again. No one could.

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By the time I got to Christian's apartment door, only a sour aftertaste of anger lingered. I had let most of it out in heavy, loud breaths. I let myself in and locked the door behind me.

You're free. It's alright. This is your haven.

Christian's bedroom door was closed tightly. I knocked. Hearing no answer, I peaked in. The blinds were shut making a gray square of pale light on the wall. The lights were off and the only sign of Christian being there was the bundled lump of blankets in the corner of the bed, closest to the wall.

"Christian?" I walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed. I could only see a few tufts of black hair sticking out from the blankets covering his body from head to toe. He moved a little, tightening the blankets around him. I attempted to gently moved the blankets away from his face but he shot away from my touch, moving farther into the corner. "Are you okay?"

His shoulders shook. A muffled sob came from the blankets. My hear broke with the sound. "What happened?!" I asked quietly. Christian's crying grew louder. I began rubbing his arm, trying to comfort him. "Don't cry, darling," I cooed.

"I can't," A raw, muffled voice said.

"Can't what?"

"Stop crying." His voice shook.

"Can you look at me?" I asked softly as the crying continues. I took his shoulder and carefully rolled him over to face me. I moved the blankets around his face. Christian's face was blotchy and red. His blue eyes were swollen from crying. His lip shook and his dark fringe stuck to his forehead. "Oh, sweetheart." I opened my arms and he sat up to throw himself into them.