Crazy Girls (One of Those) - Klance [Sequel to 'Pacify Her']

Now I'm one of those crazy girls

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, graphic imagery, death. Read with caution and stay safe<3

The large, soft yellow Serenity Square sign prefacing the small, modest apartment complex stands proudly in front of me as I step off of the bus. The late autumn sun is beginning to set already, turning the sky surrounding the apartment buildings a faint orange. It's a warm color that matches the leaves still remaining on the row of trees framing the front entrance, their array of colors swaying softly in the cool breeze.

It's a beautiful sight, really. Very serene.

I reach into my pocket and pull out the crumbled piece of paper with the address on it, glancing it over.

Room 423. That's where Veronica lives. That's where Lance is.

With that thought in mind, I dash towards the entrance, pushing my way past the door without an ounce of hesitation. I don't bother with the elevator and head straight for the stairs, climbing all four stories with nothing but the yearning to finally reach Lance again pushing me forward.

When I finally find room 423 is when I start to hesitate, my heart suddenly pausing it's usual rhythm.

Lance is right behind those doors. I can practically feel his presence. All I have to do is knock.

I inhale a deep, wavering breath as I lightly tap my fingers against the side pocket of my jeans. The cold, hard object within responds comfortingly and I smile.

Good, it's still there.

With my nerves moderately tamed, I lift my hand to the door labeled 423, and knock.

As soon as my eyes meet the ocean, I feel my heart stop. I almost forgot how much of an effect those deep blue eyes have on me. I forget to breathe.

His eyebrows immediately furrow in surprise and confusion, his eyes showing a hint of alarm when he sees me.

"Keith?" He speaks softly, as if he's afraid of the neighbors hearing him. "What are you doing here?"

I take a sharp inhale through my nose and tighten my jaw.

"I can ask the same about you."

"I- I was just visiting my sister," Lance says, a defensive frown forming on his features.

"Without telling me?" I question, that familiar anger beginning to bubble up once again in the pit of my stomach. "Bullshit!"

Lance rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh before glancing back up at me. "Fine. You wanna know the truth?"

"Yes!"

"I was hiding from you!"

I feel something shift inside of me as soon as these words come past his lips. Something falling out of place with a painful twist. I suddenly feel a strange, unrecognizable, sharp ache at the base of my stomach.

That can't be right.

"...hiding from me...?" I mutter, almost more towards myself than anyone else, as I try to make sense of his nonsensical words. "...Why?"

He laughs and I look up at him, both confused and offended by the lighthearted act at such a heavy-hearted subject.

"Because you are a fucking psychopath!" He articulates slowly, waving his hands around wildly for emphasis. "I didn't want to get hurt!"

"But..." I murmur, still in a phased disbelief. I quickly shake it off and look Lance square in the eye. "But I would never hurt you."