Plains

Chapter 8: Worry

June 22nd 11:02 am Douglas's POV

I stare off into space, thinking of how I'm supposed to get her out of this, sure she wanted to put herself here, but I can't let her go through with this. Can I?

I lean back into the blue beanbag chair my mom bought for me when I was ten from Walmart. I was so grateful for it, I still am, to this day it's still my favorite chair. I know it may seem childish, but it's one of the last things she bought before she died.

I shut my eyes, squeezing them tight, trying to think of a way, but much to my dismay, I don't.

I live in this big, empty house with my dad. No one else. This house held a great future. Promised many things, that it never got. My bedroom is one of five, two of which are occupied. It was bought back when I was in first grade, back when I still had a mom. Back when I still had a future.

I take a deep breath, wishing it all away, but when I open my eyes, it all remains the same. Lonely.

She was pregnant with twins. A boy and a girl. Their names were Eliza and Brendan. All three died instantly. A theft gone wrong, wrong place, wrong time. Wrong.

21 bullets. That's how many entered her body in under 2 minutes. At the very least it was quick. The other three rooms haven't gone untouched though. The first is full of baby supplies no one will need, the second is an exercise room, the third is a guest bedroom which has only ever been occupied by Bailey.

At times, these walls have felt like a prison. Other times, it felt like a safe haven away from prying eyes and sympathetic mouths, trying to make it better, but never accomplishing it. They said "sorry" or "she will be missed", but they forgot all about them as soon as they went home to their family and watched a movie. I could never escape. I could never just forget. I could never have a family.

I was only ten, and I had been apologized to more times than I would care to count. None of them truly cared. They felt bad, sure. But none of them truly cared more than a day. Two at the most. Not even her sister.

Aunt Carla (If you could call her that) left home when she turned eighteen, never looking back. When she found out she died, she sent a sympathy card with her best wishes and continued to live her life with her four children. She's a sick human being if you ask me.

The deep blue walls of my room felt like a prison, and a safe haven from the pitiful eyes everyone looked at me with as soon as they knew. All except for one. One incredible, amazing, beautiful person. And she was off to get herself killed.

I had to stop this, if I didn't, she would die. But I can't. She'll kill me! This is ridiculous. I glanced at the clock, 11: 03. 'How can it have only been one minute?' I think since it feels as if I've been sitting here an eternity. I need to get out of here.

I go outside and hop on my bike and begin to ride, I don't know where. I just let the bike take me. I strolled up main street, then down to the pool. Just wanting to get away.

I ended up at Bailey's house. I stare at the locked front door. From the outside it looks so perfect, so regular. You could never tell how much pain, hurt, sacrifice and worry the people in this house have gone through.

I look up at Bailey's bedroom.  

"If she lives through this I'm gonna kill her." 

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