It Will Always Be You

Chapter 4

*Tyler*

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I scream to myself as I walk out of the club, alone. The night is cold and my breath leaves my mouth in steam. A few people that are standing outside stare at me as I tug on my hair.

"Can I fucking help you with something?" I spit out at them.

A few shake their heads and turn away while others mumble something under their breaths. I don't actually care. I'm so angry, I can feel my blood boil.

I start to pace up and down, still tugging at my hair, trying to make sense of what just happened. I hear footsteps behind me.

"Tyler? You alright?" I hear Axel's voice behind me, sounding cautious.

I turn around and face him. I look him dead in the eyes and say, "Michael."

Axel stares at me. I can tell that he understands and chooses to remain silent. He knows me well enough to know that I hate sympathy and for that I'm thankful.

"I knew he would find a way to get back at me. Payback fits the fucking crime." 

I bite my lip hard. I turn and punch the wall. I can feel the bones break but at this point, I don't care. I don't even feel the pain, I'm so numb. 

"Tyler, stop, you're causing a scene here." Axel says, looking around at the people. They're all staring at me again. I wish that people would mind their own business. I sit down on the sidewalk and lower my head, staring at the damp ground below me.

Axel slowly sat down next to me, neither saying a word. 

Eventually, I look at him. He's staring ahead, chewing on his lip. His grey beanie that's covering his blonde hair seemed to have a new cigarette burn in it. 

"You got a cig for me?" I asked.

He turned to look at me, a confused look on his face. "You haven't smoked in ages."

"I need it."

He looked at me for a few more seconds and shrugged to himself and leaned sideways to grab a packet out from his back pocket. He opened the pack, pulled out one and handed it to me. He pulled out another one and balanced it between his lips. He leaned sideways again to put the packet back into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. He lit his cigarette and threw the lighter over to me. 

I clicked the lighter and stared at the flame. I had quit smoking for Camilla. I knew that if I lit this cigarette, there was no going back. I would be hooked again. 

I brought the flame towards my lips and lit the cigarette. I inhaled and god, it felt good. I could feel the smoke travelling down my throat. 

"You need to go to the hospital." Axel says, out of no where.

"What?"

"Your hand. It's fucked. You need to go to the hospital."

Right. I had forgotten about my hand. I looked at it and saw that it was bleeding heavily and my middle finger stuck out at a weird angle. I sigh.

"Yeah. I probably should."

"Come on." Axel said, standing up and stretching. "I'll drive you."

*Camilla*

The look in his eyes was pure heartbreak. The way he had looked at me .. 

I don't think I'll ever be able to forget it.

After Tyler had walked away from me, I ran to the bathroom and I've been sitting here ever since. After throwing up twice, I'm just sitting next to the toilet, my face tear stained. Michael was probably looking for me but there was no way in hell that I would let him find me, not after what he had done. It all made sense to me now. 

He wanted me back to get revenge on Tyler.

When Tyler and I were together, we told each other almost everything. He had told me that he had dated this girl that had left her boyfriend to be with him. At the time, he hadn't known who her boyfriend was. Turned out, that guy had been Michael. Michael and Tyler used to be friends. So when the news broke out about Tyler and this girl, things got really ugly. Michael had loved her and he had felt betrayed by someone he had trusted.

So now, it was his turn to steal the girl. And that girl just happened to be me. 

I would do anything to have Tyler back but Michael has something huge over my head. 

There was a knock on the door, making me jump. "Sweety?" A female voice wafted through my cubicle, "Are you okay in there?"

I sniffed. "Yeah." I called out, "I'm fine." I slowly got to my feet, my legs shaking a little.

I opened the door to see a pretty girl, not much older than I am, looking back at me with a worried expression.

"You look awful." She said as she rummaged through her handbag and pulled out a few tissues and began to wipe away my tears.

I gave her a small smile, "Thanks." I mumbled.

"Would you like a lift home?"

I thought about this. I didn't want to get into a car with Michael. Not after what he had just done. "Would you mind?"

"No, not at all." She gave me a sweet smile, "I've been in this situation before. I'm guessing you need some rest."

"You have no idea."

I followed her out of the bathroom and made sure to look out for Michael. He could be anywhere.

I walked out into the streets and down the road to where I assumed her car must be parked. We stopped next to a flashy, brand new car. This girl must have some money.

We got in the car and the girl looked at me, "So, where am I taking you."

I pulled out my phone. I need to phone my brother. "Just drive straight for now. I'll let you know when to make a turn. I need to make a phonecall."

"Okay, hun."

I dialed James's number. It rang and rang and just when I was about to hang up, he answered.

"Hello?" He said with a rough voice.

"James? Can you do me a favour please?" I say. I can feel the tears start to well up in my eyes.

"Anything." He said, sounding more awake. Obviously hearing the sadness in my voice.

"Can you make some hot chocolate for when I get home? I'm on my way."

"Sure, little one."

"Thank you." I sniff.

By now, the tears are streaming down my face.

I miss him so much.