A Walk Through Hell (Boyxboy)

Chapter 31- Stomach Tied In Knots

Two weeks later

We had been at the airport for almost 45 minutes. It took about 20 to get to the waiting area to board the plane. Max was figuring out a way to say bye. He was also checking his phone to see if there was an update on my mom. She had been rushed to the hospital for some conctactions. Everyone thought the baby was coming early.

I had two black over-sized suitcases, my laptop in its case strung around my shoulder, and a carry on filled with clothes to change into, medicine, and money for when I landed in Chicago. It had been awkward enough this morning. Waking up to three oversized pancakes, bacon, and orange juice.

The night before I had packed, unpacked, and repacked five times. I tripple checked that Max's number, the home phone, and Lizzie's number were in my phone. Dinner had been weird too. Lizzie got me a Peirce The Veil t-shirt, which I was wearing now, and we all barely ate.

"Don't forget to call as soon as you touch down." I nodded. Glad my glassy eyes were hidden behind shades I had picked up when Lizzie dragged me to the zoo last week. "You have the address of the apartment, right?" I nodded. Of course I did. We had spent a full day dedicated to buying an apartment for me online. It was fully furnished. I was having my bed delivered next week. I felt weird sleeping in a bed someone else slept in. I was buying a storage unit for it. "And don't forget the pin number to the credit card I gave you. That's for books, clothes, and food." I nodded once more.

A women's voice sounded. The plane was taking off in ten minutes. All passengers were to start boarding. Max pulled me into a tight hug. And I hugged him back. "Be safe please," he said. "I will. I have to go though, I don't want to miss my flight." He pulled away. "Love you kid." I smiled. "Love you too." I grabbed my suitcases and started walking onto the plane. I found my seat and put my bags in the luggage compartment. I sat and let out a breath to calm myself. This wasn't as scary as it seemed.

This was exciting. This was me growning up. It was about damn time. Nothing to be afraid of. Nothing to lose. I was supposed to go off into the world. Become independent.

I put on my seatbelt. I took out my phone and plugged in my headphones, turning on some music. Sooner than I had expected, the plane was moving. Parallel to the ground at first, and the we were lifted up. Off the ground. There was definately no getting off now.

Even though I was nervous, I felt like this was where I needed to be. Not just physically but mentally too. Four months ago, I would have laughed in anyone's face who told me I'd be happy if Shane broke up with me. But I was. Nothing has changed. Just my relationship status. And maybe my outlook on love. It was difficult. It was terrible. But It was great. It opened my eyes. They used to be tired. Filled with tears. But now its like I had 20/20 vision.

I saw how stupid I had been. Hoping a relationship could cover the damage. I didn't have to heal because Shane was going to do it for me. But love doesn't solve shit. It only makes things bearable. What Shane ignited in me was a spark. It's not that strong. Definately not strong enough to start a fire yet, but it was getting there. It kept me going. I could see that there was a reason that I was alive. The blood coursing through my veins ran with purpose. It wasn't pumping any less than it used to. I survived the scariest thing I could image. I could survive a lot more.

Like this plane ride.

I could try to figure myself out. I could sleep. But that didn't seem likely. I guess all I could do was wait until I got to Chicago.

***

I looked around. "I'm not seeing anything Liz. Put dad on." She mumbled something about him being too busy with my mom. I turned and saw a man holding a sign 'Evans' scribbled in huge chicken scratch lettering. "Oh nevermind." I said hanging up. I grabbed my suitcases and made my way over to the lady holding the sign.

"Hi, I'm Zander Evans." She smiled and took the sign down. "I'm Holly, your driver." She led me to a black SUV. I put my stuff in the back and handed her the folded peice of paper with the address to the apartment on it.

From the passenger seat, I tried to remember the streets we went down to get to my destination. I at least should know where a grocery store is. I was already starved. But we got there too fast, and I was disappointed. I paid her and waved as she drove away. The apartment building was huge. But I knew that from the pictures online.

I made my way into the building, getting a key from the head desk and rode the elevator up. I walked down a couple halls to get to the right one. Unlocking the door, I stepped inside. It was spacey. With a short front hall leading into a sitting room. Then there was a kitchen through a door to the right. It was all modern technology.

I left the kitchen and went to a door down another hall. The bathroom. A shower with a sliding glass door and a huge mirror that took up the whole wall on one side. The bedroom was big. With a huge window with white flowy curtains touching the floor. The bed was against a wall opposite a black dresser.

It was actaully a really nice apartment. Max's money had bought it and I had to call him to thank him. Right after I unpacked and had a nap. I could worry about ordering a pizza or something later on.

~ Stomach Tied In Knots by Sleeping With Sirens is a love song, I know but I just used it for the title and its a nice song Idek.

This came out shorter than I would have liked it oh well though.

also I tried to do some character progression. like how he was all 'fucked up the ass in three ways such life much suck' and now he's all 'wow life super stoked tots rad' and if you didn't catch that, you know now.

*goes back to listening to Fall Out Boy intensely wondering what the hell 'a loaded gun complex cock it and pull it' even means*