Love is Limitless (Sequel to The Locker) (Completed)

Chapter 22

Kaydens's P.O.V.

My room is dark and quiet, just how I want it to be. The only sounds I hear are my heavy breathing and loud thoughts that echo inside my head. The only image I see when I close my eyes is a face...her face. I'll never forget her face, there was so much pain and hurt in those green eyes. Pain that I caused, I did this to her and I can never take it back. I was just trying to protect her, all I wanted was for her to be safe, I just wish she could understand that. The thing is, if I tried to explain that all to her she would have never let it happen. She would have said that we can work this out together, she would have said she can help me because that's just how she is, she is always helping people even if it's at her own risk.

My alarm has gone off four times in the passed hour, I just want to chuck that damn thing out the window. I finally sit up and turn it off instead of just hitting the snooze button, I don't know why I didn't just do that in the first place. It's the worst thing in the world when it's a Monday but it feels like it should be a Friday. On my way to the bathroom, I run into the empty bottles of alcohol, knocking them over so they can make that obnoxious clashing sound when they hit each other. My migrane is slowly growing with each step I take towards the bathroom. I can feel all of the content I forced down last night, threatening to pour out. I drank until I couldn't even remember my own name, but as much as I tried, I was never able to forget Riley.

The wall collides with my shoulder when I try to enter the bathroom, "Fucking wall." Why is it even there in the first place. The light that seeps through my dark blue curtains isn't really much help at the moment, I'm tempted to just lay back in bed and forget that I even bothered to get up today. 'Unfortunately' I have missed two days of school already, not that I give a shit, but my mom seems to think it's the end of the damn world. Man up dude, quit being such a pansie. 

Finally making it to the bathroom, I lean over to empty the contents of my stomach. But instead nothing comes out, I am left dry heaving over the misery bowl. I take a deep breath and stand up to walk over to the sink. 

"Kayden!" My mom barges in my room and rips the comforter off of my bed.

"What the hell? I'm over here!" I yell at her, making my headache even worse. 

"What are you doing moping around in the dark?" I can imagine her face is all twisted in confusion.

"God mom do you have to fucking yell?" I snap at her. The silence I get back from her soon makes me regret it. Suddenly the bathroom light is switched on making me groan in annoyance. I squint my eyes shut and blink a few times until they fully adjust to the sudden shock. My mom remains in front of me, this time with her hands on her hips and her eyebrow raised. I was really hoping I didn't have to deal with this bullshit right now. "Yeah I drank last night." I admit turning away from her dissaproving expressions. 

"Clean this, and yourself up, and get your ass to school." She bites with a firm tone, before leaving my room with a slam. Well that went better than I expected, I thought I'd have to stand here and endure one of her 'be responsible' lectures. Responsibility, and pretty much everything else just flies out the window when your world comes crashing down. I'm dreading going to school, do you know what it's like to love somebody so fucking much and not be able to speak to her... to kiss her... to touch her? Words can't even describe...

Minutes later I'm half way to my school. I know I look like shit today, but who cares? Luckily, I have my sunglasses to hide the fact that I've been a dispondent drunk over the weekend. I plan to sleep off this bitch of a hangover in the first few classes. I turn into the school parking lot, and of course the one parking spot I've always parked in for the past three years, is taken by a beat up old station wagon. That's what I get for being late, and for just being an overall asshole. My torn binder rests on the passenger seat beside me until my car is parked and I make my way to my first class. The fact that I am almost half an hour late doesn't in anyway affect the slow strides I take to my locker, then eventually to my class.