Lucky People 💚 Awsten Knight

Chapter Sixteen: Having The Time Of Your Life, Awsten?

We got to our reserved table on the balcony over looking the beautiful sunset as well as the beach. Yet again, she was so much more beautiful then the skyline.

I held her hand across the table. Her cheeks where so nice and rosy, her smile was brighter than I've ever seen it. Every time she would look me in the eye, I would feel butterflies swarm by the thousands through my stomach. Then she would giggle, look to the table and bite her bottom lip. She's driving me crazy.

She looked over to me and smiled. Her eyes dropped to the floor, then she bit her bottom lip. I smiled and looked at the table. "Hey Liam?" I started, looking back up just for our eyes to meet.

"Mhm?" She responded, her brown eyes glued to mine. "Well, What did you do after you ran away at prom?" She pulled a weird face, then sighed. "I left to the bathroom and I started crying. I started regretting everything, from joining the school to meeting you. Especially the fact that I said that I would be your girlfriend. I only started regretting it because I realized that I was in love with you. I was in love with everything about you. And I guess I couldn't handle it, so I cried." She admitted with a shrug of her shoulders.

It's sounded like she was regretting most of her teenage years. Which kinda sucks. "What about you?" She asked me, crossing her arms on the table. I sighed.

"I found Otto and Geoff. They said that it's would be all okay. That you were just overwhelmed. And they were right. Which I was so grateful for. If they hadn't said anything and if Dallon didn't call me today, I would have given up on you." I said and her facial expression dropped. She frowned, then stirred her milkshake with her straw.

"You were about to give up on me?" She said, her voice a little quiet. "No, well, yes, I just wanted an answer from you." She looked up into my eyes, hers holding a death glare.

"So the messages you sent me and the missed calls and voicemails you left me...did they mean nothing?" She kept her eyes looking straight into mine, fear immediately running through my system.

"They did....Liam the moment you walked out that door I wanted you back. I did everything I could. I called, I texted you, I tried everything I could. I didn't know what else I could do. So when Dallon called, I had given up hope that you would pick up and that we could talk. I was crying when he called. I pushed everyone away. No one came into my room, not even my dad. I wasn't doing well. I really wasn't. I just..I wanted you back. I wanted my bunny back." She smiled, her cheeks turning a bit red.

"Awsten, I want you back so badly. I want to feel your kiss on my lips, I want you hand in mine. I just want you to be with me again. I want you back, Awsten. Look, I know that I fucked up our prom, but that was a mistake, but maybe, just maybe we could re-do it?" She smiled sweetly. I felt my heart burst out of my chest.

"We should take a trip." I suggested out of the blue. She looked at me, a shocked expression on her face. "You know, right after we graduate. Forget those after parties. Just you and me on a plane. Go somewhere and forget the world entirely. Turn off our phones." She smiled, her expression softening.

"But where would we go? Fly domestically or internationally?" She asked, looking me in my eyes. I thought about it for a second.

"I wanna go somewhere nice. Romantic. Like, we should go to a log cabin, by the lake. We could have a dinner whist the sun set." Her eyebrows raised and she smiled.
"Well, were graduating next week Friday. And Mister McCoy canceled the project." I gasped. "Really?" She nodded and smiled.

"Yeah. But Awsten, this trip is gonna be really nice. Just you and me, no distractions an-" her words were cut off by my phone ringing. I picked it up and held it by my ear, looking into Liam's eyes.

"Hello?"

["Hello? Am I speaking to Awsten Knight?"]

"Yes you are! How can I help you?"

["Um, Mister Knight...I'm calling you about your father, Dawson?"]

The man paused. It was scary. My expressions dropped and Liam noticed. She took my hand, making me feel a little bit more comfortable.

["He was killed a few hours ago. We found is body in front of your house. From what we can tell, he was murdered. I'm so sorry."]

"I-wha?"

["I'm so sorry."]

"Th-hank y-you for informing me." My voice shook. I had tears in my eyes and I kept on choking on my words. I hung up, set my phone on the table and begun crying.

My heart tore to pieces. I did leave him a message just before I left, telling him that I love him, telling him where I was going. He responded saying that he loved me and that i should stay safe. And that i was his lucky little Knight.

His lucky little Knight. My dad believed in me. He was my rock. He was my everything. My father, Dawson Knight, murdered. Who would do this?

I felt Liam let go of my hand. I heard her footsteps, then felt her arms wrapping around my shoulders. I wiped all my tears away but they kept on coming and coming. She kissed my cheek and said, "It's ok. Awsten it's okay. Shhhh, it's okay." She rubbed my shoulder, but I kept on crying.

I didn't understand what was going on. How was my father dead? Who killed him? Why was I sitting here, crying my eyes out in public?

"Awsten? Awsten Hey what's wrong?" Liam said. I looked at her, her eyes showing sadness, her face showing sympathy. She touched my cheek and wiped a falling tear away. "My dad...he-he...." I burst into tears, bringing her into a hug.

She hugged me back and hopefully she figured out what was wrong, because I didn't want to say it out loud. I didn't want to come to the realization that my father was dead.

She rubbed my back, humming something softly. "It's okay, Awsten. We'll get through this, I promise you." She pulled away from the hug and smiled at me. Her lips touched my forehead, then she graced me with a beautiful smile.

"I love you." She spoke and I immediately stopped crying. I just stood there, in shock, my tears frozen on my cheeks. "C-Can we leave?" I asked her and she nodded. She took my hand and I got up. We left the restaurant, several eyes on the girl in black and the boy in tears.

We got into my car, this time she was in the drivers seat. She pulled out of the parking lot, the way she drove was slick and smooth. I liked it.

I rested my head against the seat and let my eyes flutter shut.