To Die For-Bulletproof Love Sequel[Mike Fuentes]

Chapter 8

I was dreaming or at least I think I was. I was standing in front of a cliff. I peered down and saw a small river bank down below surrounded by rocks. As I leaned forward, I could see rocks from the side of the cliff falling into the water down below. I gasped. I was really high up and not to mention really freaking close to the edge of the cliff. I backed away, focusing on my breathing and steps.

I turned from the cliff and looked behind me. I was alone and the only things surrounding me was the cliff behind me and a forest. I looked around at where I was standing. The trees and grass created a small circle beneath my feet. It kind of looked like I fell from space and created a circle of dead grass and mud around me. It was creepy.

I looked up at the sky and it was dark and gloomy. The way the sky looked before rain. I gulped and turned back towards the cliff. I looked straight ahead of me and gasped. Across from me, on the other side of the cliff stood a man. I wasn't able to see who it was because he was too far and he stood beneath the shadow of one of the trees. I yelled at him. Asking who he was but he didn't answer instead he walked closer to the edge of the cliff, out of the darkness.

I squinted my eyes and immediately recognized him. It was Mike.

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I gasped, opening my eyes and waking up from my dream. I looked around for the second time. I was still in the back room, secured by Mike who was still laying on top of me softly snoring.

I didn't know what time it was. I tried looking around for my phone but it was no where to be found. I looked behind me and noticed that the sun was out. It must still be daylight or did Mike and I sleep through all of yesterday and I'm only now waking up the next day.

I felt so confused. My dream was confusing. If only I stayed asleep for a little longer to figure out what it meant or why I was at the cliff. Why was Mike on the other side of the cliff? Could I have gotten to him?

I wanted to get up and figure out what time it was or what day it even was but Mike held me tightly even in his peaceful sleep.

I didn't want to wake him but if we slept through all of yesterday, we needed to get up.

"Mike. Wake up." I said soothingly while I petted his head.

He stirred before slowly opening his eyes and tightening his hold on me.

"What time is it?" He asked groggily. His voice was so sexy when he first wakes up.

"I don't know." I replied with a sigh.

"My phone is there." Mike stood up and stretched before bending down to pick up his phone. He gasped and scratched the back of his head.

"What is it?" I asked, sitting up from the couch.

"It's 3 o'clock." His eyes widened.

"Okay not to worry. We fell asleep at 11 right?"

"No no. It's three o'clock, the next day." He said, scratching the back of his head.

"Holy shit." I gasped, "I didn't think that was humanly possible."

Mike sat beside me on the couch and leaned his elbows onto his knees. His face in his hands.

"Is now a good time to talk about before- or yesterday?" He sounded confused but he was right. We couldn't just forget everything and go back to normal.

"I guess." I shrugged.

We were silent until I finally spoke up.

"Listen Mike, I'm so sorry about leaving and not telling you guys where I went. It's actually a funny story. I sort of fell and banged my head-" I ran my hand through my hair.

"Holland." He interrupted me.

"Yeah?" I looked at him beside me.

"I'm happy you're okay. I really am."

"But...?"

"I remember what I said yesterday." He whispered. It was as if it pained him to even speak.

"Okay..?" I was confused.

"I know what I said and I don't take it back. Of course, I take back the part where I pushed you but that's it." He coughed, standing up from the couch and looking down at me.

"What?" I could feel the tears building up.

"We can't be together anymore."

Ouch.

I stayed silent. Just going over what he had just said to me. It was like a scratched cd that kept repeating the same line over and over again.

"You freaked out when you didn't know where I was and cried in my lap for hours. How are you saying this right now?" I was starting to get angry. I mean none of this added up. First he pities himself and yells at me, then he has a panic attack and goes into shock because I was missing and now he's breaking up with me?

"Because I do love you but we can't do this anymore." He pointed between the two of us.

"What? Why?" I asked, standing up.

"You should leave." He said pinching his nose between his index finger and thumb.

"No. I can't." I croaked. The tears began to fall. To my dismay of course.

"Can't or won't." He asked taking his hand away from his face.

"Both."

"Why not? I don't want you here." He said. He sounded angry now. Like I was annoying him.

"Don't do this. You don't mean that." I begged.

"Yes I do." He frowned.

"Mike please. You're all I have." I sobbed.

"Please leave." Now he was begging me to go. He kept a composed exterior but for some reason his eyes looked like he had been stabbed countless times. Why would he be in pain. I'm the one who should be in pain.

"No." I wrapped my arms around myself. It was starting to get cold.

"I don't want you here."

That hurt. It hurt so much. It hurt worse than the feeling of getting your heart ripped out. I guess now I could say I know how it feels.

I couldn't even speak. Hell I could barely breath. I couldn't feel anything but I managed to stumble out of the back room and slam the door behind me. I kneeled before Mike's bunk. The bunk that used to be ours.

I shoved every single item I had into my luggage. Taking the items that Mike bought me or gave me. I wanted to remember him. I want to remember the pain he caused me. I want to feel it burn a hole into me every time I think of his name.

Vic, Tony and Jaime tried to stop me of course but I pushed them aside and left the bus. I left it all behind me except for the memories.

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I'm sorry:/