A/N: This chapter is dedicated to @_5sosismylife_ . I've known her for a solid nine or ten years, and since she came back into my life, she's honestly helped me so much. I just love her a lot lol.
Okay sorry i shall stop talking.
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"When your reflection in the mirror
Smiles back
It's fucking lying and you know it.
Don't let the world bring you down,
It's not over
You're not alone anymore"
He looked down at our hands, which were now entwined. A smile crept onto his face, and his cheeks started to get a little pink. I smiled a nice smile at him, and rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb.
"You should've just told me. I don't know what I would've done, but I know it wouldn't have changed anything in a negative way. I really cared for you, Luke, but you gave me no chance." I dropped his hand and looked at the ground. "But instead, you bullied and hurt me for two years. Do you know how upset I was? You started an addiction, Luke. You left me when I was at my weakest..." It's me who started crying, now, as I think back to all the horrid memories of being alone, and losing my father. "Look," I pull up one of my sleeves. "I felt so alone. You abandoned me two weeks after my father killed himself, Luke. You knew I was hurt to begin with, and you just left... like we never even knew each other."
"I'm sorry." He whispers.
"No you're not." I shake my head.
"No, I really am... I was stupid. I should've realized how it would've affected you. If I knew it was that bad, I wouldn't have left."
"YES YOU WOULD HAVE!" I scream as loud as I can. I breathe heavily for a few seconds before continuing. "Don't you dare say that," Luke stares at me with a shocked expression. "Because you and I both know that I have a problem. I have many. You didn't care, Luke. You were just thinking of yourself when you left." I turned around and ran to my room, grabbing a sweater and bolting out the front door as I heard Luke calling my name.
Tears were running down my face. I knew I was acting like a child, but after all I've been through I don't care anymore. I deserve to cry for once.
I ran, and ran, and ran. I ran until I did know where I was anymore. I ran until my lungs were burning and my feet hurt. I ran until the sun started rising, and I wasn't ready to go back. I have taken multiple breaks along the way, stopping to sit at the edge of the road.
Where the fuck am I?
Looks like I have a problem.
I sat down to take another break, putting my elbows on my knees, and rubbing my face with my hands.
My phone starts buzzing in my pocket. I take it out and see that Warren's calling. I ponder whether to answer or not for a couple seconds, before finally deciding to answer.
"I'm...not coming...back." I say in between pants.
"Look, Julie. Either you cooperate and start to come back, or we come and find you. It's your choice. I suggest you pick the first one." He growls angrily, scaring me a little before hanging up.
Shit.
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