RoadTrip oneshots

| Jacklyn | Happier |

Warning: this is quite sad and there a VERY brief suggestion of being in a dark place but I hope you enjoy x

Jack

I can feel the sun, warm on my back as I walk down the street. I don't even know where I'm walking to. I don't look at the faces I pass, the cars that drive by or the shops that line the streets. I keep my eyes fixed on the pavement under my feet.

All I know is I need to keep putting one foot in front of the other. If I can do that, I can get through today. If I can get through today, I can make it to tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow it will be easier. Maybe tomorrow it will hurt less.

I keep my eyes trained to the floor, my hands in the front pocket of my hoodie. I fiddle my phone in my pocket.

Maybe I should call him?

No. It's been a month.

I can't.

Even though it's the only thing I want to do.

I want nothing more than to hear his voice, telling me everything's gonna be okay. I want to be in his arms, the only place I feel safe. I want him under me, screaming my name.

The sound of tyres screeching and a horn blaring bring me back to reality. I look up, realising I'm stood in the middle of the road. To my left there's a large lorry, the driver yelling at me. I tell myself to move but I can't. I stand, eyes transfixed on the lorry in front of me.

If only he hadn't stopped.

No, I can't think like that again.

I can't go back there.

I won't go back there.

He wouldn't want me go back there.

The thought of him is enough for me put one foot in front of the other again. I make it back to the pavement, turning to look behind me as the lorry turns the corner. As it turns I see him.

I saw him in another's arms.

I watch them, walking along together.

He said something to make him laugh.

I saw that both their smiles were twice as wide as ours.

He looks happier.

My stomach dropped. The memories and the feelings consumed me. I tried to breathe, choking on the air, my lungs burning and heart breaking.

"Brook, please." I wheeze out as he straddles my hips, one leg either side of me on the bed, trapping me. His hands move across my body, trying to find the perfect spot.

"Stop." I beg, his hands on my sides, tickling me as I kick my legs, trying to get him off me.

"Maybe next time you'll think twice before you make me look like an idiot." He says, refusing to stop.

"I'm sorry, please, I'm begging you." I say, trying to grab his arms. I mange to grip his forearms and before he can react I lunge up, tipping him off me as I fall on top of him.

I look down at him, smiling at my success in getting him to stop. He starts to wiggle underneath me trying to move out from under me. I tighten my grip around his wrists and hold them down above his head. He stops moving, looking up at me panting.