a devil with the voice of an angel

I am sorry

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After everything we have been through, this could still happen...
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7.34 pm

Maya's pov

I was almost done packing my last bag, and the room felt more empty than ever.

I pulled my phone into one of the bags and zipped it close.

Carefully I picked up the two full bags and walked downstairs. I was home alone, and placed the bags in one of the bushes outside.

It was still wired walking, but I'll better get used to that.

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9.26pm

I sat on my bed, trying to figure out how to tell Lucas I was leaving.

Lying wasn't something that I had been practicing on, and really not this type of it.

I was playing with my hands, tears sliding down my cheeks all time, my body shaking and carving fries.

A knock on the door distracted me and my many thoughts.

Lucas walked inside, looking at his phone.

He looked up and put his black phone in his pocket. His smile disappeared as soon as his eyes met mine.

"You okay?" He asked and walked in.

"I'm fine." I lied, drying my tears.

"You don't look fine..."

"I'm fine, Lucas!" I said, raising my voice a little, watching my hands shake.

"You said Lucas..." he stuttered.

"Yeah, what is odd with that huh?" I snapped.

"You never do that unless something is up.." he answered calmly.

"Well, maybe something is up then, Lucas!" I snapped again and pushed him out of my way.

"Then talk to me!" He shouted back and ran after me down the stairs.

I just walked in frustration to the door, grabbing my coat.

In my head I went through all my stuff, making sure I had packed it all.

Lucas grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"Where are you going?!" He asked, clearly confused.

I took a breath and avoided eye contact.

"Huh? Maya?"

"I'm going to Seattle. With Brandon." I said.

"what?"

"I'm moving out!"

"You are going to Seattle with Brandon?!!." He asked raising his voice.

I nobbed my head, trying my best to not cry.

"You are going to Seattle, miles away from here, with that freaking guy who tried raping you last night!!?" He shouted and his fists was getting tighter and tighter.

"Lucas, I realized something."

"Good, because if this is some kind of sick joke you are making up it's best you tell me now before I do something I'll regret."

It hurt so bad. My heart was shattered into a million pieces, tears rolling down my cheeks fast as Lucas horses running when they saw a butterfly.

"I'm in love with Brandon... n-not y-you.." the words could barely escape my mouth and I bit my lip. Hard.

Lucas eyes went all black, he was gone.

"Get out..."

I just watched him slowly disappearing.

"GET OUT!" He yelled in my face. I started walking out, but turning in the door opening.

"Lucas, just hear m-..." I started off.

"I cannot believe you Maya! After everything I've done for you, trying my best to make you understand that you are worthy and beautiful. Trying to show you how life actually is gonna be. Trying to get you to understand that I, I Lucas Tristan Friar, love you with all my fucking heart! But I do now understand everything myself....." He said.

"...-why people don't like you. Why they call you a devil. You just take everything you want and then escapes from your problems. You Maya Hart, you are the reason people leave you. But now, you are the one leaving. And I'll never, EVER, be the same again. This either. And, It's all you fault!" He and slammed the door in my face.

There I stood, speechless. Crying, just wanting to run inside again telling him Brandon made me. Threatening with hurting him and his family if I didn't did was he said. Kissing him none stop and telling him what the Sarah said..

What Sarah said.... I had totally forgotten...

"I love you, Lucas... only you. I'm sorry." I said against the door, mixed feelings if I wanted him to hear it or not.

I broke down in tears. Hysterical, I tried walking with my bag to where I was supposed to meet Brandon.

I stopped at the park, behind the mall.

How the living hell was I supposed to get through this now?

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Meanwhile

Lucas pov

I saw her movement. Her lip bite. There was something wrong here...

I regret it already. Saying all those things to her, but she was the one who told me she didn't love me.

I sat down against the door, my head in my hands. Crying.

"I love you, Lucas... only you. I'm sorry." A voice said from the other side of the door.

At first I thought it was Maya, but it was just something I must had thought I heard.

She is everything to me. And I wasn't enough for her.

I stood up and walked over to the kitchen. Picking up a piece of paper and wrote down my honesty.

Placing the note in my left pocket, taking with me my car keys, I left the house. Probably for the last time.

I sat down in my car. All these memories of me and Maya, spinning in my head.

I drove down the city. Over the speed limit. I threw a look around me, making sure nothing and nobody would get hurt by next move.

"I love you Maya. And I'm sorry." I said and breathed in. Taking a bright turn to the right, smashing the car into whatever was there.

Soon enough, everything was black. Everything was gone. The pain and thoughts. Just as I was. Gone.

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Mrs. Friars pov.

I sat at work. Listening to the clock ticking, just waiting for getting home to my family.

The black phone of mine started ringing like crazy, and I let my hand reach out to get it.

"Hello, this is Mrs. Friar. What can I help you with?" I said and crossed my feet.

"Hi, Mrs. Friar. This is the emergency center calling. I'm sorry to tell, but your son Lucas Tristan Friar had been in a car accident. Unfortunately I can't tell how he is doing right now because his is in surgery, but I suggest you all come down to the hospital. We are not sure how Lucas will react to the surgery already, but I'm sure he would have appreciate you being down here." A calm woman voice said.

My heart dropped and I couldn't say a single thing.

"You okay, Mrs. Friar?" The woman asked.

"C-call my husband, please." I said and blacked out.

A/n: Now, how y'all think this will go?