Dusk Till Dawn (A Liam and Ally Story)

Chapter 10

I walked out of the bank. My head looked up to the sky. The sky was beginning to cloud. I was filled with so many emotions at this moment.

Depressed. Angry. Betrayed. Useless.

How could he do this to me? I thought I could trust him. He seemed so genuine at the start. Maybe that's what all boys do. They seem sweet and polite, but all they want is something from you.

Camila once asked me once if I would pick bad boys or good boys, but I said a mixture. She remarked, saying that those don't exist. I use to think that her answer was funny. Everyone has their bad parts and good parts. I know that Troy is good man, but why did he do this to me? Why me of all people? Did he see me as a weak object or what? I thought I was beginning to know him. I was ready to open up to him. And he seemed to be more open to me, especially after he gave me the ring.

The ring?!

I looked down on my finger and felt one last piece of hope. If he had manage to rob me my money, clearly, I could exchange this ring for money. I looked at the shimmering piece of jewel on the ring. It has to cost around a thousand dollar.

I walked to the nearest pawn shop because my feet couldn't bare walking anymore. A bell chimed as I entered the shop. "Good Morning," the man, the cashier, greeted.

I gave him a warm smile and nodded. "Morning," I greeted back. He returned the smile. I walked straight up to the counter. I pulled the ring off my finger and set it down. "I would like to exchange it for some money, please."

The man picked up the ring and looked at it against the light. The reflected light hit his skin. "How much do you think it's worth?" he asked me.

I shook my head, answering his questions. I didn't want him to think that I was gullible or a gold digger because I am not. I like to save up my money so I could use them for my children some day.

"Well, you seem to be a nice, kind girl so I'm just going to tell this the best that I can," he began. I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Lately, I've been getting confuse.

He then blurted, "This ring is not worth anything." My facial expression fell. Not. Worth. Anything. Those words echoed in my mind. I'm not...I mean...I just lost it at that moment.

"T-thanks..." I said before he handed me back the ring. My pulse was racing faster than it ever did, but I kept a calm face. At least I tried to.

I walked out of the shop, gripping the ring tightly. My breathing started to get heavy, but I didn't really have energy to calm down.

I found myself walking on the grass by a fence. I jumped as I heard the thunder storm clap. I covered my ears, my hand holding the ring still. A drop of rain fell on my hand. And soon enough, it was pouring rain.

Great. Just what I needed.

I let go of my hand and stared at the ring that was on the palm of my right hand. This ring represented so much to me at this moment.

Why? I'm so...I'm so confuse on to why he would do this to me. Did I do something that made him upset? Did I make him feel uncomfortable? What did I do to him that made him hate me so much? Or was I just an object?

So many, and I point out, so many questions were chanting in my head. I covered my face with both my hands. I felt water streamed down my face. I didn't even realize that I was crying. Fortunately, no one could've see me cry because of the rain.

I ran my hand through my long, wet hair, looking around my surroundings. I was so lost. I had forgotten my destination. I didn't know if I was in the right neighborhood. Where was I even going?