If life were a fairytale (one more chance SEQUEL)

Chapter 22

I kept looking down, watching my feet rhythmically stepping on the floor. I had my arms crossed and was 2 head movements away from exploding. The sky was grey, a storm threatening the peaceful air.

"Aren't you going to talk about that indistinct screaming I heard back at the police station?" Adam asked. He was holding Theo by the hand, thus, our walking pace was a bit slow for my convenience.

"No." I sighed. "It was not pretty, that's as much as I'm able to say."

"What's that supposed to mean."

"That..." I sighed. "When I was leaving she said something that buzzes in my ears." I said still staring at the concrete. "'Right back at ya.'"

"So?"

"What if she's right?"

"I'm completely lost here."

"I told her 'enjoy jail.' And then she told me...that, as if I didn't really have free will. I mean, she's probably right in this situation. I don't have any say in any of this, I'm completely powerless and then I pretend to have it under control... but she knows."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" He snapped. I looked at Theo, walking forward but with no idea where he was headed to. I felt like that: so small and fragile I couldn't control anything around me, and meanwhile everyone whispered in my ear what I was supposed to do what I was supposed to feel and say. There were so many things that could be compared to that: being a child, school, being a puppet. But she chose to compare it to prison, to being closed up in a cold place. I hated her so much for making me realize how messed up I was. "Parker." Adam brought me down from my thoughts. A soft rain had started to fall.

"I'm sorry. It's just so messed up. Why does it feel like although she's over there and we're here, she's not going to be out of our lives for good?" I looked at him frowning. I was honestly asking him, hoping he had the answer. But he didn't.

We stayed silent for a few minutes, looking at each other and then, I saw something change in his expression: It was as if he had a solution for my question, but knew it was not the one I wanted. He opened his mouth to say what I feared he would say. "Parker what if-"

"No." I said, desperately avoiding what he wanted to say. A thunder trembled not so far away.

"Listen to me." He insisted. "What if, we just..." He sighed. I felt a lump raise up my throat. It was hard for him too. "We take a break. A break from all of this. You yourself said that it's like problems seem to just come running towards us. I think it would be best if we took some time to pull ourselves together alone before we can..."

"No!" My voice cracked. I didn't want to listen. "We can do this. Please Adam don't do this. It will be fine." The rain was heavier now, hitting my shoulders.

"Really? Just look at us Parker!" He laughed sarcastically. "We're worse than when we were friends. It's been all upside down lately." His voice was harsh. "Look, I think I'll take Theo home. We have to consider that we were never meant for each other like everyone said. Maybe we're just a dumb experiment that should have never happened." Another thunder, this time I saw the lightning.

I was crying my heart out at this point. "Why can't we just figure it out?!" I reached for his hand but he backed away, not daring to look up at me. "So you prefer to walk away instead. Seriously? I thought I was your best friend. I thought we would do anything for eachother. Do you want to hurt me? I can help, but there's nothing I can do if you push me away! So don't. Please don't."

"Bye Parker." He whispered, taking Theo up in his arms and walking away slowly. The rain falling hard in front of me, separating us. I couldn't believe what had just happened, but my eyes didn't cry anymore.

My feet walked me to my apartment my hands unlocked the door, and when I realized, my legs were crossed on the floor of the living room.

"Parker? What are you doing?" Serena's voice asked from behind me. Since it was around midnight, I think she found it weird that I was just sitting on the floor staring at nothingness.

"He broke up with me." I said simply. "It was so messed up that he broke up with me."

"What are you talking about?" She asked confused.

I cried. I sobbed and tears went out of my eyes that I could hardly say something. I heard muffled voices, and then more than one pair of arms held me. I wanted my bed, nothing more. I wanted to just lie there and think of what I had done wrong. Why did he do this? What did you do? There has to be something you did wrong for him to break up with you, there HAS to be. Right?

My head lay on the pillow, repeating to myself, damn it damn it damn it. Until I dozed off to sleep til the next morning.