Crazy In Love || Dylan O'Brien

Chapter 10

Playlist: Murder song-Aurora

Sitting up, he checks on the brunette lying beside him. He stands up and helps her up before turning to check on the rest. Sitting on the ground with her eyes wide as she watches the flames eat away at the building, was a shocked looking Elora.

James tries helping her up, but she's in a state of shock, she can't even feel her legs let alone him helping her up. Her once rose homecoming dress, now ruined from the dirt, smoke and ashes of the fire.

"Lora, are you okay?"

James asks gently as he places his hands on her shoulders.

"Take me home, I wanna go home" she says quietly, yet her voice stern and not wavering unlike how she felt on the inside.

She wouldn't even look at any of Dylan, Blaze or Leona as James helps her into the passenger's seat of the borrowed car. The hazel eyed boy calls for Rhea, who was standing by Blaze's side, their hands still tightly interwined, which they haven't even noticed till then. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, she looks torn apart before letting go of his hand and starts making her way to the vehicle, where her friends were waiting for her.

And soon enough the vehicle was speeding off and leaving them behind with nothing but a falling building behind them. Tightening his hold on the steering wheel, it takes everything in him not to turn back and just take her with them. Something told him she was lost, but the same thing also told him that he wasn't the one to fix her. And so he doesn't even take a glance in the rearview mirror.

"Guess we're taking the bus?"

Leona tries lifting up the mood, but quickly realises that there was nothing that could be said or done to change the past events of the night. Now all that was running through her head aside from her ex being still alive and breathing, was how exactly she was going to break it to the brown eyed boy that she gave away his real identity to James. Who was most probably going to share the information with his two friends.

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Standing infront of the long length mirror, the little girl stares at her silver half heart-shaped necklace while twirling with it. She thinks of ways she could get herself out of the trouble she just caused. The door of the bedroom opens and her head whips in its direction, her red hair flowing to the back of her head.

"Mommy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I just wanted to be as beautiful as you-"

The little girl stumbles and falls due to her mother's heels that she was wearing, which her little feet didn't fit even half of. Rushing towards her daughter, the mother kneels down to her knees before her daughter.

"Aww, baby, don't cry. You wanna know a secret?" She asks her little girl softly as she cups her cheeks.

"Yeah..."

"You're even more beautiful than I am"

Leaving a lingering kiss on each of her cheeks, the mother doesn't mind the salty liquid she tastes on her little girl's cheeks. Pulling away, she wipes the tears away and stands up while helping her daughter to her feet as well.

"I love you, mommy!"

"I love you too, baby"

Her eyes flutter open and she wakes up with a silent scream, one that couldn't escape past her lips. She was sweating and confused.  Ever since her mother died, she never once dreamed of her or of any memory they had together, which she found to be weird. Her father and doctors said it was due to shock and denial and by time she started believing them, that her mind found it easier for her to block all those memories out.