The Door's Locked. Connor Ball Fan Fiction.

Chapter 3

Note: This chapter is not done, I just wanted to give y'all a little, 'preview' if you will. Most of the stories I write are sad and depressing, so here c: I wrote most of this while listening to Angus & Julia Stone - Draw Your Swords, y'all should listen xx grace 

Updated note as of 3-27-14: It is now finished y'all. 

I hate change. Lots of people do because it's scary and some are afraid to step out of their comfort zones. I really hate change, that's the main reason I stayed with Maddox. It felt safe and normal to stay with him because I was used to how he treated me. It wasn't good, he could of tried harder and cared more, but he didn't. He didn't try any harder because I stayed with him no matter what. No matter how many fights we got in, no matter how many times I slept on the couch so I wouldn't be near him, I stayed. I didn't think I deserved any better because I thought he was the best I could get. I thought it and I thought it, until I started to believe it. I believed there was no one else out there who would care for me. And so I stayed. 

"Jesus, I told you we should've hired someone to do this for us," Maddox huffed as we carried the couch up the last flight of stairs. 

I sighed. "Can you please let that go? I told you there was so much going on, I just forgot." We set the couch down as we neared the top step. I pushed the door open, picking up my end of the couch and shuffling inside. 

"Just like how you forgot my birthday," he emphasized "forgot" as we hauled the couch through the door. 

"God dammit!" I yelled dropping the couch on the hard wood flooring. "How many times do I have to apologize for that? I was sick, almost in the hospital that week," I screamed, wiping a hand across my forehead, tears building in my eyes. 

Maddox placed his hands on his hips, staring at me like he always does. "Sometimes I feel like we just don't love each other Corinne."

That was when I broke, tears falling down my cheeks as I softly replied. "That's because we don't, we don't Maddox." 

Maddox left his end of the couch, coming over to grab my hands in his, pulling me close to him. "No, Corinne. I-I you don't mean that," he said looking into my eyes.

I shook from his grip, rubbing my wrists. I opened my mouth to reply but closed it as I looked down at the floor. I saw a small dent from where I had dropped the couch earlier. I just then noticed that our front door was wide opened and someone was standing in front of it. 

"Connor?" I questioned, wiping my eyes. Maddox turned around to look at the stunned boy in the hall way.

"I-I'll just leave you two alone," he quickly answered as he ran down the stairs. 

I went and slammed the front door shut. I glared at Maddox who was still fuming. "I know you didn't mean what you said Corinne," he assured. 

I grabbed a hair tie from my wrist and pulled my hair up into a bun as I began to empty some boxes. "But I did," I mumbled as I set a candle on the kitchen counter. I knew he heard me, but he would pretend he didn't just so I wouldn't fight with him. "I meant it Maddox. I don't want to be with you anymore," I blurted looking him right in the eyes. 

His eyes narrowed as he balled his fists. "But you can't leave me...you're the only one I have," he whispered. 

I swallowed a lump in my throat. "I'm going to go for a walk," I stated as I grabbed my keys and my purse. I practically fell down the stairs as I realized I couldn't feel my legs. I was so numb. I sat down on the bottom step as I shook. I leaned my head on the wall to the side of me. I closed my eyes as I let out 3 years of well needed tears. 

"Want to go grab a bite?" a voice said, followed by a cough. 

I looked up to see Connor in his brown wool jacket, with a cigarette between his fingers. He took a puff, as he waited for me to reply. I wiped my eyes, I was quite shocked he didn't ask why I was crying, but then again I was glad I didn't have to talk about it. He really knew what he was doing. "Food always makes me feel better when I'm sad," he says, dropping the cigarette butt to the ground and stomping on it. 

I nodded as he offered me his hand and I got up and stood next to him. We walked about a block until he stopped in front of a pizza place. He wasted no time and ordered quickly, waving me to follow him. We sat down in front of a large window with a nice large view of the whole city. It was almost sun down and it looked magnificent. "This place makes one hell of a pizza but it takes ages to make, so we'll need to make some conversation," Connor informed. 

I was so entranced by the view, I didn't take my eyes off it. "What's your favorite color?" I questioned as I finally broke my stare and looked to him. His eyes were fixed on me, which made me blush. 

He raised an eyebrow. "My favorite color?" he questioned back.

I nodded. "Yes, but not just a one word answer I want to know why you like it," I elaborated. 

He smirked as he folded his hands together, leaning on the table. "Well, I've always been attracted to black, but I wouldn't say it's my favorite." 

"Why black?" I asked, Connor was not like any other boy. He was unique and interesting. He was actually on my intellectual level. It was hard to locate any boy with an IQ above 12 in this town honestly. 

"Because, well I feel like it has more emotion than any other color really. Black and white movies are so much better in my opinion. You just get that ambiance from it that I really think is different, you know?" 

"Well, actually I like white, but I agree with the movie thing in every sense," I explained nodding. 

"Why do you like white?" he inquired, propping his head on his knuckles, with his elbows side by side on top of the table. 

"Well, I just think it's so pure. When I think of white I think of clean and crisp new sheets on a bed. Or I think of new snow on the ground, untouched and undisturbed. Just pure beauty," I finished. 

"Number 24!" the cashier called. 

"Hold on hun," he said quickly as he went to retrieve our pizza.