6**Getaway Car

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Ok first of... I'm a depressed little piece of shit, why? *long deep breath in* *says as one word* Mycrushtoldmewewereneverfriendsandthatwewereapparentlyforcedtobefriendsbecauseofourparents (My crush told me we were never friends and that we were apparently "forced to be friends because of our parents")...
I am undeniably heartbroken.
If this chapter's shit it's because I'm sad or I'm crying while writing this and can't see shit through my tears.

Based Off Of Taylor Swift's 'Getaway Car' song

Sydney
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It's been a while since they last took control. It's been pretty calm actually... too calm...

Sean was out somewhere (can't remember, even tho he told me) so I decided to go to the field my brother used to take me while we were living here ages ago, before we moved to Sydney, Australia.

Sean took me here last week as a surprise, and we had fun.

When I went today, I started singing Getaway Car by Taylor Swift because I loved the song and it was relatable towards all my moods.

I was moving my hands to the beat of the song.

It was the best of times,
The worst of crimes
I struck a match,
And blew your mind,
But I didn't mean it,
And you didn't see it

The ties were black,
The lies were white,
In shades of grey,
In candlelight,
I wanted to leave him,
I needed a reason...

I started to walk further into the field.

X marks the spot,
Of where we fell apart,
He poisoned the well,
I was lying to myself,
I knew it from the first old fashioned,
We were cursed,
We never had a shotgun shot in the dark!

I continued to the centre of the field, moving my hands and spinning around every now and then.

You were driving the getaway car,
We were flying, but we never get far,
Don't pretend it's such a mystery!
Think about the place where you first met me!
We're riding in the getaway car,
There were sirens in the beat of your heart,
Shoulda known I'd be the first to leave!
Think about the place where you first met me!
In the getaway car,
No, they never get far,
No, nothing good starts in a getaway car

It was the great escape,
The prison break,
The light of freedom on my face,
But you weren't thinking,
And I was just drinking

Well, he was running after us,
I was screaming, "GO! GO! GO!"
But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow...
And a circus ain't a love story,
And now we're both sorry...

X marks the spot,
Of where we fell apart,
He poisoned the well,
Every man for himself,
I knew it from the first old fashioned,
We were cursed,
It hit you like a shotgun shot to the heart!

You were driving the getaway car,
We were flying, but we never get far,
Don't pretend it's such a mystery!
Think about the place where you first met me!
We're riding in the getaway car,
There were sirens in the beat of your heart,
Shoulda known I'd be the first to leave!
Think about the place where you first met me!
In the getaway car,
No, they never get far,
No, nothing good starts in a getaway car

I eventually saw Sean with a girl who looked like Signe... only, Sean didn't look like himself. I saw a cut on his neck and arm, and thought for a moment, walking towards them.

We were Jetset,
Bonnie and Clyde,
Until I switched to the other side!
To the other si-i-i-i-ide!
It's no surprise,
I turned you in,
'Cause us traitors,
Never win...

I was close enough when I saw them kiss. I know it wasn't Sean being himself (*cough cough* ANTI *cough cough*), but HE allowed her to kiss him, and didn't. Even. Stop her.

I could feel tears forming, anger and sadness filling my body. I knew he could see me (the real Sean) out of the corner of his eyes.

I couldn't hold them back, I had to shed the tears as I sang.

I'm in the getaway car...
I left you in the motel bar,
Put the money in the bag,
And I stole the keys...
That was the last time you ever SAW ME!

I yelled the last two words, Sean became himself and saw I was running away from what I had witnessed, crying.

I continued singing as I cried, running away to the car. I had no idea he was following me...

Driving the getaway car,
We were flying, but we never get far,
Don't pretend it's such a mystery!
Think about the place where you first met me!
We were riding the getaway car,
There were sirens in the beat of your heart,
Shoulda known I'd be the first to leave!
Think about the place where you first met me!
In the getaway car,
No, they never get far,
No, nothing good starts in a getaway car

At this stage, I was in the car, driving away while crying.

I was riding the getaway car,
I was crying in the getaway car,
I was dying in the getaway car,
Said goodbye in the getaway car!
I was riding the getaway car,
I was crying in the getaway car,
I was dying in the getaway car,
Said goodbye in the getaway car!

When I arrived back at home, Mark was the only one there. Just by seeing me sad, he knew Sean did something.

"What did he do?" he asked, concerned.
"He-he cheated on m-me with S-Signe... a-and he d-didn't st-stop h-him..." I cried as I hugged him.
He knew he tried to stop him, It I didn't. "How about we go home, back to Sydney for a few weeks?"
I nodded, Mark continued; "We could stay for maybe two weeks, then decide if we should stay there or not."

With that, I started packing for two weeks. Mark started buying plane tickets to Sydney.

About two hours later, we were on board the plane. I desperately needed a break from Sean, after what he did. As I kept thinking about him (trying to think about something else (mmhmm, surrrrrreeeee)), we had lifted off the ground.

Sean
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After Sydney ran off, I blamed Anti. I had promised to meet Felix at the park after going to the field I took Sydney to a few weeks ago... and had ANTI kiss Signe.

When we came back, the house was empty. No one was in. Mark had left me a message I didn't see until now.

Mark: Hey, Man! Sorry, we're not there. Sydney saw you kiss Signe and wanted to go back to Sydney for about two weeks... she just needs some space from you after what happened between Anti and Signe. I know you didn't mean to hurt her, but she thought you let Anti kiss Signe as I knew you would NEVER do that. Talk to you soon, mate!

And that was it. My world... my life... my other half... my princess... my best friend... my girlfriend was gone.

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