Boulevard Of Broken Dreams [ Wattys 2015 ]

XXVI - "Shades Of Breaking Down" PART II

you need t read the last chapter to understand this. it's the *six days before* part.

XXVI - "Shades of Breaking Down" Part II

On the first page of our story 

The future seemed so bright 

Then this thing turned out so evil 

I don't know why I'm still surprised

Kris turned off the TV and turned to me, trying to say something but her mouth gone shut. 

I gulped down feeling my eyes waterly, abruptly biting my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, hard enough to hold the tears. Mickey hesitated taking another sip on his drink, rolling the glass between his fingers while exhaling a loud breath from his nostrils. 

His lips frowned and he directed his eyes to me eventually. Kris had three minutes opening her mouth and closing it back again a thousand times. 

"I, I've never, umm.. Y-you want a hug?" she whispered scratching the back of her head, unsure. 

I nodded, tears falling now and she awkwardly wrapped her arms around me loosely, but instead I collapsed on her holding so tight it hurted, letting myself wet her shoulder, and she caressed my hair in return. 

"It's okay, cry as much as you want. It's all good. I'm here. I'm not leaving." she whispered lightly kissing my cheek. 

Mickey bit on his bottom lip as I let out small sobbing whimpers, clearly confused. 

"Fuck it." he whispered standing up and wrapping his arms around me and Kris. 

Everybody was watching us but none of the two cared about them. 

"I can, cut his head off. Y'know? Or his fingers, take off his teeth so he can't get identified." he spoke after we broke apart. "Bury hi-" 

"Mickey, shut the fuck up." Kris rolled her eyes sitting me down. "She doesn't wanna hear about you rambling on how to kill her boyfriend." 

"Fuck you. Nobody ever consoled me when... So I don't know how the fuck it's done." 

"You want anything?" she whispered rubbing my back. 

"I wanna go home." I said, still crying. 

"Okay. I'mma tell shithead to call Ian, 'kay?" 

"Yeah." I nodded resting my head on my arms.

All I saw next was Mickey explaining things to somebody on the phone, and after a short time Ian came inside stopping by him.

"Just take her home and put her in bed. Tell Ann to hide anything sharp; she'll know what to do. I'll have to finish my turn. And Ian, please go home right after. I'm pretty sure she'll go low, I don't want you to get bad either. Fine?" 

"Yeah, yeah. I can do it." 

"Thanks and oh, one more thing. Be soft and don't talk much, it just makes her angry."

Everything started to blur out, me feeling heavier after each minute.

"Demi? It's Ian. I'm gonna take you home, okay? Can you stand up for me." 

Soft hands wrapped my arms and I stood up slowly. I was dragged out and put inside a car, the last thing I remeber was being held to my bed, sheets covering me.