Left In The Dust

Prologue

Olivia's POV

Three Years Ago:

I made my way across the room towards Blake, squirming my way through any open space the crowd provided. The  graduation party was in full swing. The music was so loud, the floor vibrated and all you could smell was alcohol, sweat and just a little bit of sex. 

I have to tell him. He deserves to know. I have to tell him. He deserves to know. I have to tell him. He deserves to know. I kept repeating the sentences in my head as I made my way closer and closer to Blake. He was with his three band mates and best friends, Dylan, Cole and Aaron. I tugged on Blake's arm trying to get his attention.

Dylan and Cole saw me first.

"Hey Little O!"

"Hey Liv!"

"Livvy!"

I greeted them all with hugs. We all grew up together and were practically related. But something was off. They all said the same things they always do, but I knew something was wrong. As cheesy as it sounds, their eyes gave them away-they didn't look me in the eye

"Um, Blake....I need to-"

"Olivia..." Blake inturrupted his voice unrecognizably cold, "We need to talk."

Um...WHAT!?! Oh god this better not be bad. No you cannot go first I need to talk. "Sure..." 

Of couse I let him. I love this boy so much, I'll do anything for him. He led us upstairs to an empty hallway.

"Um..." He looked nervous, that can either mean something really good like I don't know maybe something that involves a wedding ring OR something that will break my heart. "My band got a record deal and we're going to LA."

"Oh my gosh! That's fantastic! When do we go?" Wait, why did he look so unhappy about it. Shouldn't he be happy? This is what they've been waiting their whole life for.

"That's the thing...we're moving there... for good."

"...what?" 

"We're moving there. We leave tomorrow."

My brows furrowed in confussion and questions flooded my mind. Moving there? What about us? What's he trying to say? Am I going? Do I stay? Are we going long distance?

"So what does that mean for us? I'm not too sure how long distance will work. I mean I could move there with you, but I already got accepted into-"

"There is no us, not anymore. You'd just be an unnecessary distraction," he replied, his once soft green eyes now as hard as ice.

And in that moment, my entire world came crashing down around me. I desperatley searched his face for any signs that he was lying or that this was some cruel joke, but there was nothing. I tried holding back the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"B-but you s-said you'd n-never l-l-leave. Y-you promised," I sputtered, my voice cracking at the end.

"I said a lot of things, didn't I? Who said I never lied. Face it, I'm better off without you," he said his eyes cold enough to freeze the whole house.

And with that, he broke the last of my heart. He tore it out of my body, shredded it, crushed it, tore it apart, then stepped on it for good measure. All the tears I held back came falling down and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I ripped off the gold heart shaped locket he gave me on my sixteenth birthday moff my neck and threw it at him, then and I ran to the nearest washroom to throw up. I don't know how much later I staggered out of the washroom and found Brooke. I couldn't explain to her what happened just yet, but between my puffy red eyes and running mascara, I'm sure she could put two and two together and figure it out. She was also very close with Blake, Dylan, Cole and Aaron so she could always ask them.

The next thing I knew, I was at home, in my bed, with Brooke watching over me, stroking my head. I curled up in a fetal position crying for hours until I fell asleep. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was, "Face it, I'm better off without you."