Scars

Part 2//Flashbacks//Walker

Song: Not In That Way by Sam Smith

Walker's POV
Everybody left my house and Kod never ended up coming over. I walked into my room with black walls, a black bed, and pictures all over plastered on my walls. Pictures of Kyle, Havana and I. Drawings. Pictures of my fondest memories, or the dreams that I want to become a reality. I opened my blinds to see Havana's windows, me being able to look directly into her black room with paper and shades of purple plastered all over her walls. I saw her with her face tear stained and my stomach hurt at the sight of her sad. I then saw Kodan smiling and caressing her face making her smile. He had a pillow behind him and I let out a little chuckle as the first pillow went flying at her head, starting a pillow fight between them. Her smile dropped and became bigger as I took in this moment, just wishing it was me instead of him. I smiled and looked down as I grabbed my pencil and paper and drew her. Her smile. Her hair and how it falls. Her two different ear rings, one a hoop with a pearl that hangs off of it and a pearl stud in her other ear. The stitches under her chin when she fell after Kyle pushed her out of the way of that biker. I remember that day like it was yesturday.
(Two years ago Walker's POV)
"HAVANA COME ON WE GOTTA GO!" Kyle yelled as he threw rocks up at her window making her laugh. Gah I love her laugh. She stuck her face out her window and stuck out her tounge making us both laugh.
"C'mon we gotta go see mom!" I yelled as she opened the front door and ran outside to engolf us in a huge hug.
"Thank you boys. For everything today." She said and each kissed our cheek making my face warm up missing her touch.
"Well I mean I was gonna skip anyways." I said and kicked the dirt making her and I both laugh.
"And you must have thought that I wasn't gonne be there for one year." Kyle said and smiled. It started to rain and Kyle and I opened our umbrellas and mine was a little bigger so Havana had to be under mine with me. She held the umbrella as I snaked my arm around her waist holding her close to me not wanting to let go. We started to walk twords the grave yard looking for her mom's stone in the wall. Once we did find it Havana broke down in tears. And I just wanted to hold her and tell her that everything was gonna be okay. But I couldn't. I was to late. She had eye's for Kyle and only him. But I mean what girl didn't have eyes for Kyle. Long floppy hair, soft yet intimidating eyes, a perfect smile. The good boy. But not the nerdy good boy. But the hot star football jersey wearing goodboy. And I was the bad boy. The one that skipped every other day. The one that was into leather jackets. The one that played lacross and ice hockey. The one that people feared. Military style buzz cut. Hard eyes. Scars all over my body. Jacked arms. Plus it doesn't help that I am black with a skin disease that makes me have white patches all over my body. That makes me look even more like a monster. And it doesn't help that I was adopted. That's why I live with Kyle. Because his family adopted me. My story is shit and people fear me in the hallways. Yet Havana always sees the good in me. And yet I would do anything to protect her. As would my best friend and brother. Kyle. It finally stopped raining and we all started to walk home. It was busy hour on the roads so cars were passing and going around us but our goal was to get Havana home and cuddle with her. Jones was in school and probably would be out partying to take his mind off of his mom. I mean she died last year ago today. Everyone in that house gave up that day.
"Honestly I just wanna die." Vana mumbled and walked into the road and layed down flat on her back not scared of what was gonna happen. She wasn't scared if a car or bike came or not.
"VANA! Stop that! Your mother would be pissed at you." Kyle yelled as he walked into the road to pick her up but a biker came twords them at full speed.
"GUYS!!" I yelled as Kyle threw Havana twords me and her chin landed on the concrete and she started bleeding but I moved her whole body to the grass and I held out my hand for my brother. My bestfriend. My arch enemy. Kyle. He also held out his hand but didn't move. I started to pull on his arm and he rocked. And rocked. And rocked. The bike came closer and closer and I pulled on his arm one last time trying to get him to move but he just rocked. I heard a crunch and the hand that was holding me tight became cold and lifeless.
"KYLE!" I yelled as the biker kept going and left Kyle lifeless on the ground.
(End of flashback Walkers POV still)
"Babe?" My mother asked. Well. Adoptive mother asked.
"What's up?" I asked as I felt a tear roll down my cheek.
"Why are you crying? And that drawing is phenonimal." She guakedat my drawing as she wipped under my eyes.
"I didn't know I was crying, and I mean this must be memory." I started looking down at the drawing. Damn. It was a side profile of Havana with a tear stained face and that image of Kyle lifeless in the road with Vana and I by his side calling out to people. But no one listened. No one cared.
"Your first layered picture." Mom whispered and rested her hand on my shoulder. It was my first layered picture.
"That deserves to be framed and on the wall." Mom said and let out a little chuckle as did I.
"How bout we go get a frame and go visit him. I feel like he would like that." She said and gave me a weary smile.
"Yeah. Sure." I said and gave her the same smile back. I'm really trying Kyle. I really am. My mom left and I looked out my window to see Vana looking out her window. Right past me. A single tear rolled down her cheek as her pencil moved across her paper. But she would never love me. Or she would. But never in that way. Not in the way that I see it. Because she doesn't want this happy ending. Not even close. Because I will always just be the bad bot across the street. I was the pretador, and she was my pray, slowly getting weaker with each time I chase her. She was waiting for me to either stop, or just kill her. And I didn't want to do either of those things. Because ever since that day I lost my best friend. I vowed to keep my other best friend safe. Safe. I am her saftey. Yet she doesn't know it.

AND THAT IS WALKERS FLASHBACK! Honestly writing this chapter made me reallysad and the next chapter won't be any better. UGH WHY DO I DO THIS!?! Anyways don't forget to make that lil star orange and to comment what you think will happen next haha and add to reading lists so you see when I update!! Next chapter Saturday!! PEACE
~Sarah