Broken Promises

Chapter 3

 Chapter 3

I was frozen when Eliza said his name, I told them to never speak of him again. Abby looked at me with her cute but worried eyes, she was afraid I was offended by his name and she was right, I am, but I know Eliza was just teasing although she knows I don’t like to talk about him or that subject.

I felt like crying whenever I hear his name, I can’t even say it anymore. I was worried for the fact that the memories will come back and I would go back into… a lost and hopeless world, my heart was racing and my head was pounding. ‘I can’t go back, I can’t.’

I know it seems weird because how could a girl possibly be depressed over her best friend who left without saying goodbye. Well, this girl can because there were moments when we had a moment with each other and I know he felt something too but we never actually told each other which, was something I regret.

I hate thinking about the memories when I hear his name; it just comes flashing back.

“Kate, I’m sorry.” Eliza apologized and I knew it was genuine because she never sounded sorry before. “I shouldn’t have said his name; I knew what he meant to you.”

“It’s ok Liz, I’m fine.” I lied. “I don’t think I’ll join you guys for girl’s night, I’m really tired, I guess I’ll go home and rest for a bit, I’ll text you guys.”

I waved goodbye and head towards the bus stop.

I lay down on the soft grass and looked up into the sky as my fingers ran through the grass. It was such a good feeling being able to have peace and quiet for once. This was the place I came with Jake when I had after school meetings with him or when I was upset and came alone but most of all it was me and Jake’s place. We talked about everything here because hardly anyone comes here anymore.

I felt as if my head was being poked by a thousand needles. I got up and shoot my hand up to the back of my head and tried to console the pain. I turned to see if anyone there but it was just… empty. I felt someone close upon me and I swung my arm to something solid and opened my eyes and saw a boy that looked the same age as me lying on the grass, crying in pain.

“I’m so sorry.” I apologized as I help him get back on his feet while he was crying in pain and covering his face with his hands. “Are you okay?”

I looked at him to see if I gave him a black eye. I obviously hit him hard; I didn’t know I was that strong than I realized I wasn’t.

“Dude, a girl can’t hit you that hard, can she?” I teased with a low voice.

“You hit me in the eye, obviously I would have cried.” He yelled as he was still suffering from the searing in his eye.

“Excuse me for using self-defence.” I said refusing to admit I did something wrong.

“Does it look sore?” He said removing his hand and his face 2 inches away from mine and realised who it was.

“Cody?”