Fear

Chapter Seven

Recap:

"Ty," I spoke before my voice cracked and left me choking back sobs.

"Payson," he spoke breathlessly.

His once shiny tan skin was a tad paler, his eyes were so full of life that I hadly even recoginzed my own. He stared at me as if I was returning from the grave. He had shock written acros his features but all I could focus on was the small smile playing on his lips.

"You're alive," I gave a quick thank you to the man above as I lurched forward and ran into his arms. I fit perfectly into him and for once in a long time, everything was perfect.

"Payson I owe you"-

"I don't care." I mumbled into his chest. And it was true. I didn't care about anything but the guy that was holding me and the heart that was pounding into my ears. "Just promise you won't do it again."

I lifted my head to stare into his brilliant now grey eyes as he stared down on me with an indescribable look. He spoke with his melodic voice,"I promise on my life Pay."

And with that I took his lips in mine like it was the last action I'd ever commit.

***
I woke up to the sun beating down on my face. I opened my eyes llazily only to shut them closed tight. The events from last night replayed in my head making me smile like I had just won the lottery.

"Good morning" I spoke as I looked out of my window at the scenery. I didn't hear him speak so I turned to look at him. I was shocked to see his spot on my bed was empty and neatly made up...almost as if....no one had slept there.

"Tyson?" I asked worriedly.

Oh my goodness. If that was a dream then I swear I'm going to fall into the lowest pit imaginable. It all felt so real. He was here. I felt him in my presence.

I kissed him.

I quickly jumped out of my bed and walked to the bathroom.

Nothing.

Just like the bed it looked as if no one had been there. Like he never even existed in my life.

I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, "Mom?" I called looking around and I didn't see anyone.

"Dad?" I called growing frantic.

"He wasn't here. He wasn't real." I whipered breathlessly before I fell onto the ground and sobbed.

I laid down on floor and wollowed in pity for what seemed hours. I couldn't feel anything. I was barely hanging on. I was addicted to Tyson and last night showed it. I had conjured up an imaginary image of him. I believed it. I just knew he was here. But yet again I was wrong. And I was back in the shallow grave of aloneness that I hated

Tyson

"Josh hurry!" I said rushing him as he packed all of my things. "I want to get back before Payson wakes up. I lied to her enough I don't want to have to lie about where I was last night too."

"Well you're telling her the truth today anyway." he reminded me looking at me with expectancy burning in his eyes.

He was right. Payson deserved to know the truth. I had lied to her for too long. When Josh told me she tried to kill herself it made me realize I was the most selfish, stupid person alive. I definitely did not deserve to call her mine.

"Exactly."

To say I was scared to tell Payson the truth was an understatement. I was terrified. She has every right to hate me, to banish me, to forget me. I just don't think I'll be able to live without her. I tried it and I spent the last year thinking of my life as an abomination. I resented everyone and everything and that is no way to live. Both of my best friends taught me that.