HIGHWAY

33

Here's to the last chapter....

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Stacy and Hana, my best friends, someone who I could rely on, go to shopping, make trip plans, laugh at their lame jokes, get drunk all in all do what friends do. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to open up to them showing them the real deep dark secret that laid in my family or tell them how my interest went, how my mind processed things. I'd get offended many times with their words but I could only laugh it all away despite being hurt. Yet, I trusted them enough to be called as friends. The only two people in my life I could trust.

Not Janne, not even her brother.

The phone in my hand fell to the ground as I let the hurt crawl up to my heart spreading through my veins to my entire body like blood. The person who I thought wouldn't break my heart was Jon. I knew he was using me, he was only using me for himself but I thought we'd reached a point where our feeling were finally mutual towards each other.

I never feared from trustiny anyone before, I never feared from loving someone before. Now, when I was out from my shell for the purpose to get hits and bows, I could finally learn not everyone in this world deserved these two precious things. The purpose of me running away to get a life seemed full.

Jon didn't pick up. He never picked up even once. I kept calling but he didn't pick up. He said we'd have to depart one day but not like this.

Jon left me.

But why?

If he said, he wasn't going to let me go back to London back to hell of a home then why did he have to abandon me? Maybe he was afraid that I would destroy their plan, their plan to get justice for their father.

It had been two hours since I left the club and here I was now, leaning against my seat looking straight ahead towards highway.

What was I to do now?

My mind could barely focus on anything, the only thought that ran through my mind was 'Jon abandoned me, he betrayed me. He broke my heart.'

Funny, how he was telling me not to trust his sister whereas, he himself was the one who I shouldn't have listening to in the first place.

Oh, how stupid I was to fall in love with a criminal.

I sat there leaning my head against the headrest looking ahead towards the highway thinking if it was time for me to take it and go back to my dad. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly; trying to tell myself that acting on impulse might only land me in lifetime regrets.

My hands relaxed back on my thigh. No. I was going to wait. Jon asked me to wait for him. He must be on his way. He'd be here soon. I'd wait. Even if I'd have to wait the entire night, it's not like I have to go anywhere anyway. He won't let me down. He didn't break my heart. He'd be here soon.

I tried to think straight with all the positive thoughts pushing my hopes up and up that he would come for me but there was a nagging question repeatedly coming up to the surface.

'What if he never come?'

My head tilted towards the sky watching how the stars were shining and how I first saw this kind of sky before getting used to it. When Jon and I used to drive on this highway, watching the sky change it's color, the fields sometimes, green sometimes barren, sometime cities, sometimes motels, when just after 24 hours of me running away from home got me to Jon and suddenly, I saw beauty in everything.

I saw the life from a different perspective.

Oh, how the stars were shining and how I felt like Jon was here with me, sitting in the passenger seat looking at me, stroking my hand with his thumb with that mysterious glint in his eyes covering up his life's secret.