Look Up At The Sky

Chapter 8

Two days. Five days. A week. No. Two weeks, four days, eight hours, twenty-six minutes and exactly thirty-five seconds. That's how long time Lilly's been gone with Sam. Away from me. During this time I've been out once everyday. I've been driving past Sam's house trying to check on Lilly. The problem how ever is that Sam never lets me talk to her or even see her. I'd tell you why but I think you already know from what I've already told you about him. I need to see her, I need her here with me. Heck I need her anywhere but with Sam. I also need to visit dad.. I'm not too sure about how he's doing. Pete's gone there to check but I don't know how much of the information he actually remembers so..

“Hey.” Pete said softly, I could feel his eyes on me. He walked towards me, sitting down beside me on the floor. “Hey, you.” he playfully bumped my arm. “I think.. I think you should go to school. You need to go to school.” he continued.

“I don't want to and what I need is to be here if she come back from the masked devil.” I answered back, starring on the wall.

“I'll stay here while you go to school. School is important and you know it. You've already missed over two weeks but now it's time you go back.” he said, still calm. “Now go take a shower, get dressed and I'll drive you. I''ll come back to wait for Lilly straight after.” For some reason, God knows why, I did just as he told me to.

 

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It feels like a lifetime since I was here last, I thought walking up to the school. I guess that's what happens when you isolate yourself from the world for over two weeks. Time doesn't really fly by if I say so. Just before I walked up the stars to the big entrance I saw a guy sitting on one of the benches on the schoolyard.

“Hi.” I said sitting down next to him. It looked like he was upset. He looked up at me and I saw he'd been crying. A lot. “Hey I'm sorry I didn't mean to..” I started to stand up but he took my hand.

“What? No it's fine.” he said, his voice a little weak like it is when you've cried. He had short really dark hair, deep brown eyes and he looked to be tall. He was gorgeous to be honest. “What is it with you?” he asked smiling, probably noticed me staring at him.

“I eh.. I.. erm..” I started, not sure what to say. “What I mean is that I'm not the one crying in school am I?” I tried to say it a little playfully, but clearly I'm an idiot who just made this fine guy get teary again.. Great.

“Oh, you're not shy are you?” he asked me.

“Sorry I didn't mean.. Erm no I guess I'm not..” I smiled. “Why were you sad? If you don't mind me asking.” I added.

“Well.. Someone I know can be a real dickhead sometimes. It usually doesn't bother me but it was just different this time for some reason.” he said slowly. “I'm not a crybaby you know” he added.

“I'm sorry this is happening to you. Whatever this is. I'm sure it'll be okey though. You'll be okey.” I tried to make him feel better and he smiled back at me.

“Thanks.. You seem to know what I'm talking about.” It wasn't a question, more of a.. statement?

“I can see it in you're eyes. They 'send' out this feeling and this look that you've been through a lot. But they're also very kind, warm and loving.” he added, seeing my confusion.

“Oh, yeah I know the feeling. I don't really feel like talking about it.” I told him. But for some reason I ended up telling him everything anyway. It's like when I told Pete, yet totally different. There's something about this boy but I can't put my finger on what.. What is it with me and telling my story to complete strangers anyway?