Dark (The Past Never Changes)

Chapter 41

Kaylee's POV

I finish touching up my make up and walk down stairs. Everyone's just standing there with shocked expressions on their faces. I act like nothing just happened and go to the door to grab my clutch. I go to open the door, when Bree speaks up.

"Where are you going?" She asks kindly.

"Out." I say annoyed.

"Are you okay?" She continues.

"Perfect." I shoot her a smile to show her I'm fine.

"You're saying that what just happened didn't bother you at all?" She is still asking questions.

"What I'm saying is, that I knew something like this would happen. Haven't you seen a constant Bree? Everyone lies to me at one point, betrays me at one point, and basically proves my theories on caring at one point. I'm so used to it that it doesn't affect me anymore. It's just a matter of time before I lose all of you too. Whether it's my fault or not, it's better to get it over with so that it doesn't hurt you guys more." I explain in a defeated tone.

I know that my past has a very different story. I know that I was a very bad person when it came to people, but I have to say that I've tried so hard lately to prove to everyone I care, especially Ashton, and of course he just gives me a reason to not trust him. I'm tired of putting my feelings on the line to try to change, but the truth is, I can't change because no ones proves to me it's worth it to change. I'm tired of being sorry for saying things that slip out of my mouth, so why not just drop people I talk to? That way I can't hurt anybody. But then again, I never thought I'd be the one hurt, but here I am, looking at Bree with tears in her eyes and the hole from my chest slowly seems to get bigger. If I don't leave soon, my heart won't be able to close and I won't have one anymore.

I've never felt this either. This pain numbing my body, but I have no clue if it's from Ashton, or from seeing Bree cry, but whatever it is, it's almost unbearable and it's eating me alive. While it suffocates my lungs, it attacks me from the inside out until there's really nothing left to consume and it's just darkness, like a locked up dungeon. No windows, no light, nothing.

I finish my attempt to leave and rush to my car. I don't know exactly where I'm going yet, but I know I'm going to find somewhere I can have fun. After all the shit that I've been through in the past few months, tonight I don't care where I end up. I just want the pain to go away. I want the troubles to go away and I honestly want to stop fucking caring about things. If only I could rewind and tell myself that trusting people would get me no where, I would've never tried with Ashton. I feel really stupid that I let him get to me so bad. But none of that matters as I spot a club up the street.

I pull in and grab my clutch. I go inside and it's full of sweaty intoxicated bodies. I walk up to the bar and am immediately greeted by a guy with sandy blond hair and green eyes. He smiles at me and takes in my appearance before talking to me.

"What is a girl like you doing in a place like this?" He gestures to the cracked walls. I shrug.

"My boyfriend and I broke up. Like a half hour ago." I tell him.

"Oh, so now you're coming to find a new one?" He smirks at me.

"No, I'm coming here to let loose." I shrug.

"So a shot?" He asks.

"The best you got." I smile slightly at him.

He walks away for a split second before coming back with a bottle and pouring it into the shot glass. He sets it in front of me and smirks at me slightly. He has to serve another customer really quick but it doesn't take long before his green eyes are staring at me again. He pours another shot and after I shake my head.