Fakes, Lies, and Love

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

Hey guys! This is going to be a long chapter! Yay! And it's going to get everyone's POV in there so don't worry! Get ready for the history! But, don't worry, there's much more than just this history they're going to talk about. Don't give up on me yet! Aha! Well, enjoy, lovelies! xx.

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KAYLA'S POV

...I thought I was starting to have feelings for Harry until him and Carlie got all touchy-feely in the car. Harry just barged in the room like he owned the place....well, I guess he did but you get the point. Then both of their faces went serious. They said something about a lake and sprinted to the car. Big mistake for me to follow them.. Well, maybe it wasn't, I don't know. Ugh, I'm getting really irritated being in this small car while Harry rubs Carlie's thigh. Is there something I'm missing? I don't know where we're headed but I didn't want to ask..

'Go for it!' my subconsious tells me. Most of the time, she's right. You know what they say, 'Go big or go home.'

"Harry, Carlie, what's going on..?" I ask.

It takes a few moments but Harry finally answers. "Well love, long story short, Marcel might be killing himself right now at the lake. So, we're trying to stop him."

"I thought you hated him. Why would you want to help him?" I'm unsure of how that came out. It sounded a lot better in my head.

"He's my brother. Sure, he's done stupid shit, hell, we all have, but it doesn't mean he should kill himself. There's no need." he shrugs. Is he serious?

"You treat him like complete shit, Harry. You practically say you hate him in every sentence. I don't see it." I can't believe he's saying that. Does he have trouble making up his mind?

He doesn't answer. I release the breath I didn't know I was holding and watch Harry's hand move up and down Carlie's shaky leg. This is torture. Complete, utterly, bloody hell torture. I hate it.

"So.." my voice is shaky along with my unsteady breath. "Do you two have....history?"

"Well," Carlie squeaks. "...yes. Yes we do. It's not the best history but it's history. The past is in the past. I can't change anything even though I want to so bad. I ruined a lot of friendships that night... We all did. Not only friendships but relationships that were so good. It's hard," she starts crying harder.

I gulp. "So do I even know who you really are? Have you been lying this whole time? Just faking this friendship with me for years? What the fuck, Carlie."

"I'm so so sorry Kayla. I didn't want any of this to happen. Don't let this get between us," she shakes her head heavily.

"Stop." I raise my voice. "I'm done with all of this shit. You all are a lie. You know that don't you?"

"Kayla," Harry starts, "It's nothing like that."

"Just stop the car and get out of my life. I don't deserve this. I didn't sign up for this crap. I'm done." I spit. And that's true, I am done. I don't want to live my life being around complete liars. I don't need this.

Harry stops the car and unlocks it, he looks back at me and tucks my hair behind my ear. "Don't cry.." he wispers.

I shake my head. "Fuck you." I yell. When I open the door and hop out of the car I look back and stare at Harry right in the eye. I'm worried if I don't say anything else, he may think I'm a coward. I don't run away from my problems like my dad did. I face them straight up until they're blue in the face. I don't take crap that's handed to me. I throw it back at the person that deserves it. "Fuck you both. Oh wait.. You probably already have!" and with that, I slam the car door making myself flinch and I walk off.