hotel ceiling ✔ randy

chapter nineteen

It was dark and cold. I was sat at the bottom of the slide, waiting for Mikey to pull up outside. I continued to check my phone.

11:55.

As soon as I looked up, a sleek black car appeared. I smiled as the door was flung open and Mikey stepped outside.

I haven't seen Mikey in years. He was mum's best friend's son. But, then my parents ruined their lives and my mother went crazy at Mikey's mum, because she was drunk... and we haven't seen them since.

I stood up as Mikey walked through the gate. I pulled him into a tight hug and he happily returned the favour.

"Oh mate, it's so good to see you again." I mumbled into his shoulder as we pulled apart. Mikey smiled.

"It's been too long. Where's your friend?" He asked, looking around. I sighed. Mikey frowned.

"I'm not sure he's coming. I told him I was leaving, and I left him with a choice. I just don't know his decision." I ran my hand down my face. Mikey gave me a sympathetic smile and picked up my bag.

"Here, I'll put this away." He walked off to his car and put it in the boot. I checked my phone once again.

11:59. Rye had two minutes. If he isn't here, then I leave him behind. I'll have to forget about him, like how I'm gonna forget about this place. I shoved my hands into my jacket pocket.

"I'm gonna wait in the car." Mikey called, opening the door. I nodded and walked towards him. I continuously looked around, hoping to spot him.

I checked my phone one last time.

12:01.

I sighed.

I guess he's not coming after all.

I held in my tears, keeping my mouth shut tight. I opened the door and got into the passengers seat and buckled myself in. I could feel Mikey's eyes on me, so I looked up and met them.

"I'm sorry." Mikey started up the car. I shrugged.

"It's his choice. He doesn't have to leave, and I don't blame him. If he doesn't want to come, then he doesn't have to come. I'm not angry, or upset at him. I'm upset that I have to do this without my best friend, my other half. Just, just drive please." I mumbled, wiping my eye. Mikey nodded and moved the car out onto the road. We began driving. And I started thinking of what my new life would be like.

Without Rye.