The Eyes Tell Lies (Khalil Underwood Series #1)

The Last Date

Khalil POV

A week after my release from the hospital, I lied in bed thinking about all the stuff I did wrong in my relationship with Keke. I mean, I cheated and everything, but there had to be something else I did. I don't even know why I called Keke a bitch in the first place. She was anything but a bitch. She was the reason why I was finally happy for a long time.

Ever since Stacey died, I was depressed and everything far from happy, ranging from depressed to furious. I kid you not, when Stacey died I had no idea how to live my life. I walked around like a lovesick puppy and every dream I had at night was either about death or the good and bad times me and Stacey had in our relationship.

I loved Stacey with everything in me, although I had a bizarre way of showing it. I cheated and ended up abusing her, but don't you always hurt the one you love? I can't count the amount of times I've hurt the people who I loved on my fingers because there's too many times to count.

I've been told by the ones I love that I need help or I need to change, but if you love someone why would you change for them? They should like you the way you are.

I guess it took me losing Keke to realize that I need to change how I am. Not because I'm not good enough for her, but because I don't deserve her if all I do is fuck up and hurt her.

She doesn't know this, but while I was in the hospital, the day after she visited me and told me she knew I cheated, her cousin Kyle came in and talked to me. We settled our beef and everything, but Kyle threatened me and said that if I ever hurt Keke again he'd kill me personally with no regrets. I guess it's safe to say that he scared me shitless because well, Kyle is a big boy.

The damage he could do to me is scary to think about actually. I wouldn't be an idiot and get on his bad side, especially when it came to Keke. He'd probably kill me if I so long as yanked her hair in the halls during school. I'm not about to be an idiot.

"Khalil, I'm heading to the store. Do you want something?" My mom asked.

I shook my head and mumbled Keke's name low enough so she couldn't hear me.

She sighed and closed the door. I heard her tell Gavin and Gina not to enter my room unless it was an emergency before she closed the front door and left the house to leave to the store.

An hour later, she returned with groceries and a special guest for me. I didn't really care about who that guest was though because for all I knew, it wasn't Keke nor was it my father.

Weird to say this, but if there was someone I loved more than Keke and Stacey, it was my father. It's been years since he died and I was still confused about his death. I was still asking for him too. I wanted to talk to him more than anything else in the world. If he was still here, Stacey would be alive and I'd be happy. I might not have been in a relationship with Keke, but Stacey would still be here. I wouldn't have cheated on Stacey and Keke with Logan. And most of all, Uncle Travis wouldn't have became an alcoholic nor would he have been abusive towards us. Since my dad died, everybody's lives went downhill.

I felt guilty for believing this and thinking this, but I blamed my dad for all of this. I blamed him for joining the army and fighting in the war and dying when I needed him most and making Uncle Travis an alcoholic and allowing his children to go through the abuse we went through for years and every other fucking problem in the world.

Why? Why God! Why did You have to let my father die? Why couldn't You take me instead? Or someone who I didn't know, or just let us all live until we're old? Why did You let all of this happen and then still have the nerve to say You love us and want the best for Your children?

Bullshit. Everything is bullshit. What else was there to do in the world now, huh? Be miserable? Let life go on happily while you just suffered? That's not the life I want.

I noticed that heavy tears felt down my face and wouldn't stop. My cheeks were stained with salty tears and my shoulders shook rapidly as I sobbed.

No shame in crying anymore. I just let the tears fall down without a care in the world. I hadn't any idea of what to do at this point. After the crying seized, I felt weaker than I did before. I'd not cried since a while ago and finally letting the anger and tears out felt worse than I thought it would.

With no more energy left in me to do anything anymore, I fell asleep.

I woke up in a cold sweat at 1:43 in the morning and automatically felt lonely. Just my luck that the digits of the time I woke up to meant "I Love You."

I was starting to think that the universe was against me.

I looked to my left and noticed a picture of me and Stacey happily standing together. I remembered that night like no other.

It was a week after Stacey's birthday and we finally went to celebrate. Just me and her, a ritual we had since we met five years prior. For each of our birthdays, we waited a whole week before celebrating. It started accidentally.

I took Stacey to New York City to see Times Square as it lit up. She loved it. After Times Square, we went to Central park to see if they actually had carriage rides like in the Christmas movies. They did.

We rode the carriage around the park before we went to the big Christmas Tree lighting.

The date was December 21st.

A photographer noticed the love connection we shared together and pleaded for a picture of us. Reluctant, I stared at Stacey. She nodded and turned her body towards me. I had my hands on the small of her back while her hands lay on my forearms. She looked up at me and smiled. I noticed her beautiful hazel eyes glistening in the cold night at Central Park. The lights from the Christmas tree reflected off of her pupils and I couldn't help but lean in and kiss her passionately. Little did I know, that would be the last time I kissed her.

I sighed and sat up in my bed. I ran my hand across my face and immediately wiped away fallen tears.

"Damn, I miss her so much, yo." I sobbed.

I looked across the room and found my medication. The ones prescribed to me for my pain from Uncle T. I needed it, I really needed the pills.

I crawled across the bed and stretched out my arm for the pills. I couldn't reach it. I stood from the bed and snatched the pills up. I opened the cap and poured a handful of pills in my hand.

Awq Sheittttt. what happens next ?!?!?!? its been a while since we talked in Khalil POV. Sorry for a late update. Block. Ya know ?

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