Wearing Her Shoes

Lost

Sara's POV

            The sky roared madly, and I wished I could scream as loud as it did, just shriek like there was no tomorrow, and get it all out. Unfortunately, I couldn't, and I only had my tears to express myself. I don't think I could call them tears anymore. Ponds? Rivers? No, they're not enough. Floods? Yes, that's it. My eyes were flooding with tears, inevitable tears that originated deep inside my painful wound. The incision his words cut in me was too deep to be healed, too painful to be mediated, and too tiring to be revived. Well, I can't really say it was his words, but more what they meant.

            His words meant the shatter of all my hopes and dreams. I already planed my future, and wasn't intending to change it. I took everything in consideration, all the problems and obstacles that might face me in my new life, except only one: Liam. I was shaking violently, just like a little child who lost her toy. No! Sara, that's not it! As I recalled his words, my shudders subsided gradually, and a smile was drawn on my dry lips instead. Not only was it a sad smile, but also a sarcastic one. He really thought I misunderstood him. He doesn't know how good of an actor I am. In fact, I understood the meaning behind every word he said.

Liar! The word reverberated in my skull several times before I realized that it was me who was lying. I was the liar. But I had no choice. I couldn't have let him convince me to stay. I couldn't let his words melt my heart. I had to fight back. I had to create some conflict, and run away before I broke down. The moment I stepped in the bakery, all the memories, bad and good, flashed back. The sweet aroma of the fresh pastries revived feelings that were dead the moment I became Samantha. I was already feeling homesick and didn't need Liam to make things worse. Silent tears rushed across my cheek as I looked for my bag to grab a tissue. Wait! Where's my bag?! No! I forgot it in the bakery! What will I do now?! How will I pay the driver?!

Quick violent hiccups haunted me as I looked to the window and discovered that we've reached my apartment. Opps! What will I say?

"We're here," a hoarse voice announced.

"Uhh, I-I forgot my purse," I answered hesitantly.

"And?" he said losing his temper.

"Can we possibly, g-go back to, to where you picked me up?" I asked, my voice quivering.

"And how will you pay me?!"

"My purse is in the shop. I'll get it and pay you."

"You think I can trust you?!"

"Fine, I'll get you the money from my neighbor, and I'll be back in a few minutes," I said and left the car.

In a few seconds, the furious driver followed me and caught my arm violently. "Where do you think you're goin', missy?!" he bellowed.

"I-I'm going to," I answered.

"to run away! Right?!" he interrupted.

"You have no right to seize me this way!" I screamed freeing my hand from his steel grip.

"And you have no right to steel my money!" he answered.

"Is this the way you treat a lady?!" a voice scolded. A smile vanished from my lips as soon as I laid my eyes on the voice's owner. I secretly wished it was Liam, but who was I kidding? My life is no fairytale, and my crush is no knight in shining armor. The man who was standing instead was Mr. Fredrick, my neighbor.

"Stay out of it, old man!" the driver grunted.

"What's your problem?!" Mr. Fredrick answered.

"I want my money!"