As she made it through the large crowded street and again to her small apartment. The rain started to pour down harder, as the thunder rumbled again in the distance. Brushing her wet hair out of her face, she slowly opened the door to the stairs which led up to her place. “How can he?” she muttered. “Didn’t see him in two years and he thinks I’m a liar…” As she pushed her apartment door open.
She threw her shoes at the wall in anger. “Why the fuck would he come back!?” she screamed at wall before slamming the door shut making a vase fall of the shelf. Shattering into pieces across the floor, she glanced at the glass not caring about it one bit. She pressed her head against the wall as tears streamed down her face. “Came here just to be a fucking asshole.” She lowered herself to the ground, hiding her face in her knees. She felt a vibration in her pocket, sliding her hand into the pocket of her hoodie she took out her phone which was vibrating.
Wiping her eyes with her sleeve she glanced at the screen. “Incoming call…” she shakily whispered. “From…Pete.” As she couldn’t handle it she threw her phone out the window. It landed unto the wet pavement of the street, breaking into millions of pieces.
Pete’s P.O.V.
I held my phone against my ear, impatiently waiting for her to pick up. No answer, I guess I hurt her for good. I am a stupid douchebag, how didn’t I know that she would react so badly to my words. “We’re sorry but this number is unavailable at the moment.” I leaned back in the chair, people walked past me giving me weird looks. Off course I looked weird, my hair completely messed up, shoe laces untied. What did they expect from me? As I gazed at them walk past me I realized they were all leaving the Café. Quickly snapping out of my thoughts, I sat up straight. The Café was closing, already dim lights and the waitress was cleaning the marble counter Off course I looked. I got up slowly from the chair and headed to the exit. Pushing the door open I walked outside. The raindrops fell on my nose as I started strolling down the New York City Boulevard. I breathed in the cold air full of chemicals from cars. Was all that money worth this? I wondered to myself. Was selling my place back in France just to come here worth all this? Questions clouded my head. Questions which I didn’t have an answer to. As I wandered the half empty street, I stumbled unto pieces of something which was broken. Broken plastic to be more detailed. As I bent down to pick up the broken item, there was a loud bang. I quickly looked up to see a huge painting flying out the window of an old apartment. I lost my balance a bit as I backed up really fast so I won’t get hit. As the picture crashed onto the ground the glass from the frame shattered sending a fountain of glass shards flying in all directions. I covered my head with my jacket so they won’t hit me.
Isabella P.O.V.
I collapsed on the couch as everything around was completely turned upside down. All my pictures on the floor, all the books scattered around me, my TV had a shattered screen. I lifted up my shaky hands and looked at them, tears were half blinding me now. I took a deep breath and shut my eyes trying to escape this hell of reality, it just made it worse. My thoughts raced through my head making me dizzy, why must this happen at times where I felt relaxed and fine? Everything ruined my perfectly fine days. Just bad luck they say, this isn’t bad luck. It’s a living nightmare of reality. How can I survive this choking life? How am I the one to live in this world? Why is this happening to me? But most importantly is how did this hell become real? I curled up in a tight ball on the couch, there was no way of escaping this life. Time passed by and I fell into a deep sleep.
Regular P.O.V.
It seemed forever for morning to come, she slightly opened her eyes. Still on the couch with everything thrown around her. Sitting up, she glanced around herself. Her hair completely messed up, taking a deep breath she got up shakily. A bit unsteady on her feet she walked to her bedroom. Once again collapsing on the bed, she stared at the clock. Her eyes followed the arrow of the clock as it went clock wise. Rolling unto her back, she rubbed her eyes sighing before sitting up straight on the bed. Fixing up her hair a bit, and putting a pair of skinny jeans she grabbed her house keys. Opening the door of her apartment she went out on the stair way, slightly running down the stairs. She went onto the streets of New York once again. Again crowded, people walking past her. She didn’t why she wanted to go to that place so bad, but something was pulling her there.
Isabella P.O.V.
I didn’t really know why I wanted to go there, but people who understand me would be there right? As I approached the bar, a couple of drunk guys stumbled out. What were they doing there in day time? I don’t know but I knew the person I needed to see. I pulled the door open, a strong scent of alcohol hit me. I wandered through the entrance and walked over to the bar counter. A dark haired guy was cleaning a glass not paying attention as I approached the counter and sat down on one of the high wooden chairs. He set the glass down, and glanced over his shoulder to see me. His eyes widened in surprise to see me and he came over.
“Well look here who decided to pay us a visit.” He sneered. “What do you want?”
I shuffled my feet a little before looking back at him, his dark hazel eyes were coldly glaring at me. “Listen…I know we had it hard.” I calmly stated. “But Kellin you got to forgive me even so that was bit harsh.” Kellin raised his eyebrow a bit as if he didn’t understand me. He reached under the counter to pull out a bottle of whisky. Pouring a glass of it he set it on the table in front of me, “Here.” He told me. “But I no money.” “I forgive you so take it.” Kellin shrugged swinging the towel over his shoulder. I sighed and pushed the glass of whisky aside, “I’m actually here not for this.”
Kellin leaned on the counter to listen to me. “Then what are you here for?” I looked at the floor. “Well Pete moved to New York…” I mumbled. “I can’t hear you.” “Pete moved to New York.” I said rather loudly making some people stare at me. “Pete?” Kellin laughed. “Hey Jaime Pete moved to New York!” Kellin then leaned over the counter really close to my face. His nose almost touching mine, he locked eye contact with me. “Listen you want advice?” he asked lifting my chin up with his hand. I nodded slightly, “Well stay out of my way.” He snarled. “You love Pete don’t you?” My eyes widened in surprise by his change of mood at me. “No Kellin I do not love Pete.” I stammered a bit. “Don’t play tricks with Kellin.” He hissed. “You want to be appreciated here then don’t be with Pete.” “I don’t know we are best friends…” I murmured. “Or at least we used to be.” “Then get the fuck out of my bar!” Kellin spat. “How many times we’ve had this fucking argument Isabella!” “Kellin please I just came here for advice…” my voice trailed off as he grabbed me by the wrist. He squeezed it tightly making he yelp a little. “Well you got your fucking advice.” He growled in my ear. “Happy now huh?” I clenched my teeth. “Good now get the fuck out of here.” Kellin let go of my wrist. I stumbled back, before turning around and running to the exit. I felt his gaze burning into me. Why was he so negative to me? What have I done to ruin a relationship between my other friend? But on the other hand we did have our friendship on the edge for a while.
