Falling fast.

Chapter 28: Alcohol is always the answer.

|Elliott POV|

Some people believe that we have duties that must be full filled.

Others say, it is fate, that everything happens for a reason.

I believe that we create our own future for ourselves. That our pasts make us who we are, not some 'God' or heavens form us to be who we are now.

The past is where we make our greatest mistakes. I have made as many as anyone else, but my biggest mistake will always haunt me until I gain what I need to correct it. What is my biggest mistake you ask?

Letting Kaylah be taken from me. We were made for each other! She loves me. No one else! Me.

Then will I believe in destiny or fate or whatever you wish to call if.. Kaylah, Josh and I, our pasts are tied tight, unbreakable, bound. I will get my sweetheart back. With or without Josh.

And I'm going to make sure no one will ever take her from me again.. Taking out that Miles character in the process.

Then, and only then, I shall have corrected my mistake and live without regrets. I thought, gathering my clothes into my suitcase.

I'd just called a cab to drive me from this two star motel to the airport.

I've got a plane to catch. A plane is my ticket to a new life.

The cab soon pulled up. I leaned into the window and greeted him, "hello, mate. How are you this fine mornin'?"

"I'm waiting, get in, young man." He spoke gruffly.

I nodded, opening the trunk and dropping the suitcase and my worn-out backpack in before slamming it and climbing into the passenger side of the car.

That's when I got a good look at the man. His hair was a greasy, matted grey mop on his head and his handlebar mustache looked bug infested and dirty, he wore a burgundy sweater vest with a mysterious black and yellow stain above his beer belly, just the sweater vest.. His skin a bad spray tan orange, making him look like the fruit. His legs clad in deep blue velvet track pants.

He looked at me too. I was wearing a dark blue button up shirt, my sleeves rolled to my elbows, my tattoo making an appearance, a pair of black dress pants with a dark belt with a silver buckle on my legs. My hair was cut to a shorter length, styled in a more sophisticated manner. Before it was down to my shoulders, curly and wild, making my green/blue eyes pop.

He soon sped off without a word, destined to the airport in twenty minutes for me to catch my flight to Kaylah.

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|Kaylah POV|

My cheeks were still wet with tears I continued to cry, sitting on the floor behind the bar in the basement. I lifted my third almost empty beer to my lips, tilting my head all the way back until the contents were gone from the bottle.

Sighing, I cracked open another and took a long swig when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "I don't want to see you." I grumbled.

"Not even me? C'mon princess, that hurts." Miles spoke sarcastically.

I looked over at him shrugging taking another sip of my drink before it was pulled away from me.

I pouted "hey!"

"Hi."

I rolled my eyes "give it back!"

"No! You've had enough." He said seriously. "Alcohol is never the answer."

"Alcohol is always the answer." I stated. He gave me a pointed look. "Ugh whatever." I stood from the floor, I grabbed my phone from the waistband of my shorts and pressed on Stephanie's contact name.

It rang twice before my best friend's voice screamed into my ear.

"Girl! What the actual fuck. You don't even talk to me or Stacy for what, two weeks?! Who does that?! I mean honestl-"

I interrupted her by saying, "Steph please come over.." My voice wavering softly.

She stopped talking immediately to listen. "We'll be right over, hun."

I hung up and turned to Miles. He sighed and picked me up, his hands resting under my bum, carrying me up the stairs to the kitchen.

He walked into the kitchen and places me on the cold counter, walking to the huge fridge and freezer grabbing an icepack and walking back to me.

He gently placed the ice pack on my bruised cheek, he placed his other hand on my other cheek.

Staring into my eyes he lowered the icepack and moved in between my legs, he leaned close so our lips were almost touching, making my breath hitch in my throat.

He still hovered over my lips when I leaned up and kissed him with all the passion I could muster.

I nibbled on his bottom lip he groaned, moving his hands to my hips and pulling me impossibly closer. I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding my core against his groin, I moaned when he left a trail of hickys down my neck and right now, I don't even care, until my shirt got in the way and he just huffed and pulled my shirt off over my head.

I pulled away from him, breathing heavily and said, "w-we can't. Not here. Not now"

He nodded, sighing and helped me pull my shirt back on. He rested the icepack on my cheek again as I felt the pain that came with the pressure on my face.

We walked to the couch and got situated under a fuzzy gray blanket together, watching The Simpsons, feeling slightly better than before.
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