Unexpected.

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

~Cherry's Pov~

It's been four years.

For fucking years since I've seen Blake.

I'm 21 now, my life taking a turn for the worse ever since that asshole ran out on me.

I can still remember the day, his last words, the way he left.

*Flashback*

"I'll be back." Blake called out as he jumped out of the tub.

I turned off the shower nose, the water stopping from spilling out, and wrapped a warm towel around my body as I stepped out of the curtains, making my way out the bathroom doors.

"Blake?" I said loudly, silently searching. I didn't receive anything back. I checked the entire house screaming his name, "BLAKE!" I shouted, desperation getting the best of me. "Blake?" I asked quietly when I looked out the front window, seeing his fully dressed frame standing in front of a dark blue van just outside on the driveway. Blake's head turned around for a second, staring up at the second story bathroom window, emotionless, before climbing into the front seat, driving off.

And just then, my heart broke.

*End*

Now, four years later, I'm done with school, graduated high school and college early for my obedience, smart skills and talent apparently, my mind only had focused on work ever since Blake left. I haven't seen nor heard anything about him since the Saturday morning of 2010. It's now the year of 14 and every day my heart shatters more and more. For the first two years as he had been gone, I cried in my room, sobbing to the end of the night, beginning of morning. I never focused anymore on anything except school, it was the only time I could forget about him, probably how I graduated early. Then the third year he was gone, silent tears had rolled down my cheeks, my eyes vulnerable, my mouth shut, but Blake always on my mind. To this day I still don't know why.

This is the fourth year he's been gone, it's January now, my mind elsewhere as I continued sweeping my already sparkled, spotless kitchen. I called my brother a few months ago, calling for a reunion, he had been the only person I cared for, though he could be jerk sometimes to women, he's still the only person I love.

Other than Blake.

My mind tells me.

I tried to forget about him, the nights I tried to get someone else, I chickened out on everything. I thought about the day I met and left with him, the day my heart snapped in half, the day I never slept. The day I died inside.

I still and probably will never know why he did it, why he left, but deep down I hope a little that I never meet or see him again, for the sake of my pain.

Every time someone had hit on me, stared at me, touched me in any way, I pushed them away. I had gotten into a lot of fights in the last year of school, my brain silently asking myself,

Why Blake? Why are you doing this? Why don't you just forget?

I even ask myself. Well that's the thing, you can't just forget your first kiss, first time, first fucking love to me. Yeah, first kiss. I know. Lame.

I finished swiping the small amount of dust into the pan and put away the broom, throwing the trash into the garbage bin before making my way to the door, sitting down on the chair next to it, the closet a few inches away.

Since the last time I checked with my brother, he's been coming over recently, helping me through things and getting me jobs here and there, I never stayed for long though, my head elsewhere as well.