The Neighbors [ON HOLD]

Chapter 6

"Yeah, we just missed the flight..." his mouth parted slighty, eyes slowly looking down to the floor.

There was a long silence. Perspiration was still dripping from my forehead. The atmosphere in the airport was cold, yet, I feel heat. My heart was still pounding and I was breathing heavily. I wasn't sure if I was breathing heavily because of the journey from the hotel to the airport or if I was panicking.

Everything was trying to process in my mind slowly until I heard Evan.

"This is all your fault."

My mouth frowned and my eyebrows scrunched that I felt like I have a unibrow. I eyed him. What?

"We slept late because we arrived the hotel late. Clearly, it's your fault. Fuck this," he rubbed his hands on his face and walked away.

I stood there, dumbfounded. Oh so it's my fault now? I won't let this happen. I can't stand to be the loser again. I clearly have fucking enough this.

"Well then, if you knew that it was getting late, why didn't you inform me or tell me? And now you're saying that it's my fault? Pathetic shit."

We were now walking on the pavement, alongside of the road. There wasn't much people or cars so it felt quiet. He turned to look at me. He looked aggresive which made me step back a bit. I don't know what he's capable of and I wouldn't want to return to my family with any black eye or bruises.

He swung his right arm in the air which made me cringe and look away. I closed my eyes tightly. The time while I was closing eyes, flashbacks projected in the dark sight. It was coming back to where I have first seen Evan. The room that was wrecked because of the blood on the wall and pieces of broken glass on the floor.

And the time when I was punched during my younger days. Because they think that I was a fucking wimp and they think that they can push me around. That time that made me cry on my knees. That time that made me look like a coward. Yet, it was that time that I decided to become a stronger person. I trained hard to stand up for myself...

to the bullies.

My eyes shot open. I didn't realize...I didn't realize that tears were escaping my eyes. I wiped away my tears. Be strong Kaitlyn and forget about the past.

I looked up at Evan. He was looking down, muttering, "Because you looked happy and I didn't want to ruin your moment. I was sure that you will get angry if I tell you that we needed to get back that's why I didn't manage to say a word. So now tell me, is it my fucking fault?"

I opened my mouth but closed it within a second. I couldn't look at him.

"Let's just check-in in a hotel. It's going to get dark soon and we need a place to sleep," with that, he walked away, dragging his luggage with him.

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Entering the room, I noticed that there were two seperate beds. I snorted. Seperate beds because of an argument? Pathetic.

We settled on our beds and we didn't even dare to say a word to each other. We were obviously minding our own businesses.

There might be those moments where I caught him looking at me or where it was the opposite. There were also those moments where we 'accidentally' bump each other and whisper our sorry's. Moments where we eat in silence and stare at the wall or ceiling. Everywhere but him. Or either we watch the tv even if we couldn't understand anything because we were zoning out in our own la la land.

Until to the point where I made an assumption which is quite obvious. Today and tomorrow or more days to come which we will just live in silence.

+++ three hours later +++