Always Waiting

Chapter 12; two sides; part two

Abigail’s POV (The house that built me-Miranda Lambert.)

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After I ran into Zayn in the Hotel Lobby I headed to a place I haven’t been in awhile. The only place I’ve ever felt at home.

I walked into the familiar neighbor hood. A place I haven’t been to since I was 12. A place that holds so many memories. So many…

I walked past the many now rundown houses, and I kept walking till I came upon a certain house.  My house, my home.

‘I got lost in this ole world and forgot who I am.’ I whispered under my breath. Probably not the best thing in the world to do but I had to. I took my iPod out and played my favorite song on replay. Tears formed in my eyes as I slipped into my backyard. The yard was exactly same from when we left all those years ago. My favorite flower was planted right on Charlotte’s grave, right under her favorite oak tree. I smile slightly looking at the spot. A tear drop rolled down my face as I watch the memories play before my eyes. I picked a tulip from Charlotte’s grave holding it in my hand and watch the memories play in front of my eyes. I watched as 3 young kids ran around the yard making a mess of the mulch piles that laid out across the ground.

“Abbey! Char! Watch this!” A 7 year old Liam yelled. He took a huge lead before running up the giant mulch pile. 6 year old me laughed along with Char as Liam slid back down the dirt pile.

“I wanna try!” I yelled taking a running start before running up the giant pile and rolling sown right on top of Liam. I burst out laughing at his face when I tackled him to the ground.

“You guys stink at climbing!” Char yelled from the top. Liam and I looked at each other before running up the hill with dirt in our hands and piling it on Char. “NO!” She squealed.

We all laughed holding our sides and rolling in the dirt.

“Liam! Charlotte! Abbey!” My mom called. The memory soon dissolves and I let out a small laugh through my tears. We got in so much trouble that day. I smiled letting out a shaky breathe when the next memory came into my view.

I was now 8 years old and it was at my birthday party. My mom wanted me to have a little tea party like the other neighborhood girls did and Char when she turned eight, but Liam and I had different plans. I was a tomboy then and always will be. I came out of my house wearing a small blue dress. I wouldn’t let my mom put a poofy dress on me but this I would. I had a golden colored rope tied around my waist, this one was all me. Tied to the rope was a small red bag, and in that bag was a water balloon. Liam and I had a plan to make this party more like me… Liam was there to since he was my best friend and his mom had put him in a little black suite. He looked cute back then. My mom went in to get the cake and Liam and I took the chance to put the plan into action. We walked over to the side of the house. I quickly took off my dress, revealing my tank top and shorts I had underneath. A water gun was rested in the belt loop of my shorts. Liam now had on basketball shorts and a t-shirt with a water balloon in one hand and a squirt gun in the other. “Ready?” He asked me. I smiled and nodded. Suddenly Liam and I re-entered the backyard throwing water balloons and squirting our guns. I laughed alongside Liam. The rest of the little girls soon decided to join. Char was the first, finding Liam and I am stash of water balloons. My mom soon returned with cake and her face was priceless. We were all soaking wet and covered in dirt and soon cake. I choked a little watching that memory. More and more memories flooded me. All happy memories I’ve had in this back yard. From building forts when we were 4 and 5 to when Char and Liam had their first kiss under the oak tree to just sitting under that old oak tree, just us three. I miss those days. When it was Liam, Char, and I against the world. Where we could just get in water balloon fights and not care how we looked, but those days are gone, been gone for a long time, way too long. I closed my eyes letting a new song take me away. If Heaven weren’t so far away- Justin Moore. This song brings some more tears to my eyes. I agreed with this song One hundred Percent. ‘Losing them wouldn’t be so hard to take if heaven weren’t so far away.’ True to true… I could see Char. I start to cry. I haven’t even called her Char since sixth grade. No one’s called me Abbey since that day either. I’ve been Abigail since then. Char’s been Charlotte. And now she always will be… As I sat there and cried I realized something I can’t cause the pain to Liam that I am experiencing now. I can’t force him to feel sorry for something he obviously doesn’t. He may have helped cause her death but I know she never believed in anger or revenge, I’ve got to be the bigger person. My plan changed a lot anyway… and the pranks to embarrass him were good but I can’t do it… I closed my eyes letting the songs play through my ear buds. Each one relating to me. Now I’ve got to go fix things. Tell Zayn never mind and tell the boys bye and runaway. Let them forget me. This was stupid anyway.

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This one was divided into two parts! Zayn’s and Abigail’s.

Abigail’s playlist if you want to look them up.

The house that built me- Miranda Lambert

If Heaven wasn’t so far away- Justin Moore

When I get where I’m going-Brad Paisley

Halo- Beyonce