1 week later...
Lauren's POV
Was that even a Mistake?
Was that the last time I would kiss her?
Or she already wants to move on..
I clearly don't get it.
Why does she wants to run away whenever I'm close to her?
Is she scared?
I know she's not.
After that Friday night, I've became devastated by those thoughts that roamed around my head like a fish.
I was left hanging even more.
I want more answers to my questions that are getting more many than the last time.
"You do?"
"I do" Ally repeated.
She does care...
My heart flutters from the thought of it. While my eyes blankly looked at the wall infront of me. I close it for a second, letting my mind refresh if it can.
I just wanted to throw away this thoughts and feelings.
But I don't wanna throw my feelings for ally.
I love her so much.
I inhaled the blunt between my lips before exhaling it.
Shouldn't I stop smoking since then?
You shouldn't
Why then?
She doesn't care.
She said she care, she cares for me. She love me, if she didn't then she would leave me alone.
But what if she's only feeling pity?
What if?
My thoughts were disturb by the scream coming down the alley I'm in.
"Stop it!"
"You would like it sweetheart" I heard the guy said once I came closer to them but not let them knowing my presence. I hid behind the piled up tires.
"Please" The girl whimpered.
Why does it sound familiar?
Do I know this person from before?
Or this person is from the present?
I take a look at the girl who was trying to fight the man off.
My eyes widened now that I know who the girl is.
Ally.
I bolt out of my hiding place as fast as I can. I punch the guy in the face immediately causing him to stumbled back and hold his face.
"Woah," He regained his balance. I readied myself to what comes next, "You shouldn't have done that darling" He slurred, pointing a finger at me.
Drunkard.
I kept my mouth shut, not saying any word just silence.
"So you wouldn't speak darling?" He laughed drunkly before trying to punch me directly in the face. Luckily, I dodge it. I threw few more punches at him, making him knocked down to the floor. Holding the places that I've punched at.
I grab his collar, pushing him against the wall hardly. Kneeing where the sun don't shine. He groan loudly, while holding it.
"You shouldn't have done that," I spat infront of his face before giving him another punch.
