Falling Into Place (Jaime Preciado) (*PTV* Fanfic 1)

31. Cursing To the God That Wasn't There

*LANEY*

“Thank you Sir.” I said, trowing him the money to the front seat, sliding out to the cab. I don't know what I was doing here, I needed to get my things didn't I? “Actually, could you wait like 10 minutes?” I asked, he just nodded and turned back to drumming the Sum 41 song that was on the radio. I looked up at the pale white house and sighed, no windows were open that I was able to sneak into. Guess I was going to face this head on. Just perfect.

I pulled out my key from my clutch bag I had grabbed before running out of Oliver's and walked up to the door, taking a deep breath before I plunged the key into the lock and turned it quietly until I heard the click. I saw him passed out on the couch, clutching to the blanket I would always use, it made me smile, but that was soon disappeared. I needed to get my things and go before anyone saw me.

I tip toed up the steps, being careful not to step on the ones with the creaky boards. Listening for any movement behind me or in front of me, I looked at Tony's door, and sure enough the light was on with plucking from his guitar, as well as only guys voice, recognizing it as Mike's. Fuck.

I made it into Jaime's room turing the knob slowly and shut the door behind me as quietly as I could. I saw his note pad on his desk, I sighed, heading over a writing a quick note, I let out a few tears, just writing these words made me hurt and my heart break even more.

I heard someone start to walk up the stairs and down the hall way. I panicked and threw all my clothes back into the tiny carry on suitcase I had left over by the wall, zipped it up and threw it out the window hearing it bounce itself off the grass below. I followed it out, perching myself on the roof looking in the window hidden by the sheer curtain as the door creaked open. I turned my head away and climbed down to the grass, picking up my suit case. “Good bye Jaime.” I said looking up at the house that contained the man I loved and my best friend. I walked up to the stalling Taxi, I threw my bag beside me and slid in. “Airport please.” I said quietly, he nodded and drove off, back to my life in Virginia I go.

*JAIME*

I woke up from my sleep from a dream, well at least I hope it was a dream, I took in a big breath, I smelled her next to me, so I guess it was all just a bad dream, I opened my eyes and I was just holding the blanket she would claim as hers on this couch. This biggest most fluffiest one. I sighed. Maybe she went upstairs? I looked at the wall clock, 2:47 am. I sighed and pulled the blanket out of my grasp and headed for the stairs. I trudged my way up the steps and creaked open the door, it was chilly in here for being the beginning of September, but I looked around, no sign of her, I looked to my desk and saw my notebook sitting there with freshly printed ink on them, with the house key taped to the corner. This was no dream.

Jaime,

I don't know what to say honestly.

By the texts you sent to me, I can tell you don't want me anymore.

You know what they say... when you're drunk the truth come out, right?

Well this 'slithering slut' is slithering her way back home.

I wont be coming back. Heres your house key.

You'll always hold a place in my heart Jaime.

I loved you. Anytime and Always.

Leighya-Ann Christoffer

I clutched the paper in my hand, crinkling the feeling of death in my hand. I felt my body give out, dropping to the floor, holding the tiny note to my heart. “FUCK.” I yelled,