You Light Up the Sky Like Lightning

Chapter Forty One

Chapter Forty-One

*Landry's POV* 

I’ve been staring at my phone waiting for it to ring for over an hour now. Justin text me earlier and said that he'd call me sometime today. With the time changes, it was hard to try to talk with him. But I didn't get to talk to him at all yesterday, so I was anxious to talk to him now. 

So I was waiting. I kept looking back and forth between my phone and the rain outside that was slowly dripping down my window. Occasional flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder would come, and startle me each time. 

It had been two days since I left. Yesterday was the shittiest day of my life. I literally stayed in my room the whole day without leaving once. Today had been no different. 

Carin tried to come into my room and bring me food, but I didn't let her. I haven’t eaten. All I’ve done is watch the rain out the window from where I had been laying for the past two days. 

Yes, I was depressed, and I knew I was, but, I really just wanted to see Justin again. I felt like he was ripped away from me at the worst possible time. 

Maybe it wouldn't be as bad if I had been able to say goodbye to him. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad if Scooter wasn’t trying to screw us over. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad if I wasn’t having nightmares every single time I fell asleep.

Yeah. As soon as I left, I got nightmares from what Cameron did to me. Every time I drifted off to sleep I would wake up in a pile of my own sweat, screaming bloody murder. It was like I was being forced to relive it, and I hated it. 

It was as if Justin kept all my nightmares away, and now that he was gone, what happened to me really started to sink in. It was horrifying, and it made me feel disgusting and worthless.

And on top of all that, my ribs hurt like hell again, and I had no idea why. It was almost like they were jostled around too much on the plane ride back to where every small movement caused me pain again. There’s times when it’s really hard for me to breathe because my ribs hurt so much. You know when you inhale and a sharp pain shoots throughout your chest, and it really hurts? Yeah. That's what I feel. But, then again, maybe it's just from all the crying that I've done in the past thirty-six hours. 

I thought about the last two and a half months I had on tour with Justin. I thought about all the happy moments: when he took me to the dance studio; when he gave me the flower that he left on the nightstand along with the little card apologizing for the way he acted at lunch that one day; on the plane when he kissed me; the Eiffel Tower when he first asked me out; and everything in between all that. 

They had been the best two months in my life, minus being raped and split from Justin. 

I was the happiest I've ever been- until now. 

There was no constant fighting like there was at home in New York. Only little fights. Ahem, Scooter. 

Justin makes me happy. He really does. I was always put in a good mood when I was around him. He is able to light up my day. It was amazing how fast I fell for him. I never expected to like him as much as I do- let alone love him.

He was my angel.

I jumped when my phone finally started ringing.  

It was Justin. 

"Hello?" I said, quickly answering the phone. 

"Hey," he said quietly. His voice cracked, and I could tell he'd been crying. 

My heart broke. "Aw, Justin . . . " I whispered. 

"Baby, it's only been two days. How are we supposed to do this for a month?" he asked in a whimper.