No Promises

Chapter Three

"Bye mom," I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her.

My mom hugged me back fiercely, and wasn't intent on letting me go. Finally, I managed to coax her into releasing me and straightened my clothes when she did. Teary-eyed, my mother watched as I lugged my bags to my car, yelling at me to visit her soon.

I pulled open the rusty car door, sliding in and starting the car. I took a moment to just sit there, running my fingers over the dashboard, tapping the steering wheel lightly. I had gotten this wreck of a vehicle on the day me and Clarissa had met. I knew it was second hand, and wasnt in the best condition, and I definitely did not expect it to last longer than our relationship.

I sighed, pulling the car door shut, before fisting the honk and yelling my mom a final goodbye. I pulled out of the driveway, and started the long journey home.

As I sped by familiar landmarks, I couldn't help but think about her. Clary. Every single memory of my childhood spent at my favourite places were somehow overshadowed by her,either something she said or a date we went on. I had given the relationship my all, and all she had done in return was hand me back the shattered peices of my heart.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't even realised that I had pulled into my driveway. Blinking, I pushed open the car door and climbed out, before walking towards the boot and pulling it open. I reached in, pulling out my suitcases, before pausing.

It was the suitcase she got me for my first tour around five different states.

I pushed the thought to the back of my head, feeling pissed. It wasn't just the act she did that had f**cked me up so much. It was the aftereffects of her actions. I couldn't go to a McDonald's without remembering every time we had argued about what to eat. I couldn't go to a fair without remembering the first time we went together, for her birthday. I couldnt do anything without thinking of her, and how she betrayed me. The small snippets of time where I actually forgot about her lasted  only for a few seconds, and seemed more uncommon than the blue moon.

I marched to my front door, slamming it open and tossing myself on my couch. I laid there for a few moments, before growling in anger, reaching for the suitcase and tossing it hard against the wall. It flew through the air, knocking over and breaking a vase of flowers before hitting the wall, popping open and splaying out it's contents in every direction.

I sighed, standing up and grabbing a plastic bag from the kitchen, before kneeling down next to the ceramic shards and slowly picking up the pieces. One of the pieces slipped, cutting my palm open and I yelled out in pain, hugging my knees and rocking myself, gently cradling my palm. Yet the raging beast inside of me hadn't quelled it's anger. Grabbing the ceramic shard, I stabbed the couches, tearing them open to reveal soft white stuffing. I grabbed the smallest couch, a one-seater, and shoved it with all my might. I stared in satisfaction as the couch, it's arms stained red with my blood, banged against the far wall, turning over.

I sucked in my breath, surprised when I heard the loud knocks on my front door. I stood, walking forward to open it and see who it was.

"Hello? Shawn are you here? I-" Camilla started when she saw me, subconsciously taking a step back in fear. I didn't blame her. I must have looked crazy, with my hair messed up, my clothes stained with blood and my palm sliced open, bleeding, my eyes wild.

"Sh- Shawn, are you okay?" She asked tentatively.

"I'm f**king great thank you very much," I replied rudely, "Get off my lawn. I don't want you here."

I grabbed the door knob, wincing in pain as I touched it with my injured palm. Camilla stepped forward, a steely, determined look in her eyes.

"You're not fine. I'm coming in."

Before I could stop her, she strolled past me into my house. Her eyes widened, her hands immediately covering her mouth in shock when she looked at the wreckage.

She blinked, carefully  avoiding the wrecked furniture and broken vase shards, making her way to my bathroom. I followed her, silent, tired from my emotional outburst. She pulled open the cabinet above the sink, rummaging through it for a few moments before producing a first aid kit.

"Sit down," She said, pointing towards the toilet, which had it's lid pulled down. I started to protest, but she shoved me down on the seat anyways.

With surprising gentleness, she took my hand in hers, switching on the tap and running the water gently over my wound. I winced as the cold water trickled gently onto my bleeding palm, but didn't drag it away.

She switched off the tap, grabbing a hand towel and gently patting it dry. The bleeding had finally stopped. She dressed my wounds, before tucking the materials she had needed neatly into the first aid kit, placing it back in it's shelf.

I sat there quietly, and she sighed. She left the toilet, only to reappear with a fresh set of clothes. She looked away as she handed them to me, staring at the ground.

"You should take a shower, get dressed. I'll, uh, wait outside." I could tell that she wad thinking about how we first met.

I nodded, waiting for her to exit before closing the door behind her. I stripped, before stepping into the shower, leaning my head against the wall as the water cascaded from my scalp to my feet. I felt drained and tired, not from physical exertion like usual, but this time from emotional. Clary had been my first for everything. My first date, kiss, girlfriend, everything when it came to romance. I had put so much stock into our relationship, so much time and effort. I couldn't believe that she had just thrown all my efforts away, leaving me for who I thought was my best friend.

I switched off the the tap, waiting for the stream of water to evolve into a steady dripping before stepping out of the shower, drying myself. I got dressed, before pushing open the door and peeking outside.

I was surprised by what I saw. The couches had been rearranged, the broken vase had been cleaned up, the suitcase was packed up and the blood was mopped up. I padded forward, to see Camilla passed out, head leaning against the armrest.

I gentle picked her up, cradling her in my arms as I walked quietly up the stairs, before laying her carefully on the bed. I laid next to her, watching her sleep.

Soon, fatigue caught up to me, and I drifted off to sleep.

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Hello internet!

I haven't updated in a while, I'm sorry about that. Anyways, hope 2017 is treating you well!

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