Run To You

Chapter 11 - Missing Him

There's nothing more painful than missing someone, it's not like a broken bone or a cut, it can't be cured with a cast or bandaid.

I hadn't told Danny yet. I couldn't bare speaking to anyone. Knowing Josh was probably on a plane home right now was killing me. There was no changing my mind, no going back. Nothing was ever going to be the same again.

Danny had come over earlier, but I'd told my mother not to let him in. I didn't want to see him, I was better off alone.

What made me feel worse was the fact I'd broken Josh's heart, not just my own. I could tell by how he handled the situation, I'd broken him. He really did love me.

What have I done? Why did I chose to stay in England?! I hate it here, it's cold, it's dark, it's depressing and everyone had a weird posh accent. I didn't know how to act, because what was cool in Australia, may not be cool here, or should I say lush? Because that's what they use here, not cool, not awesome, lush.
I could be back in Australia, laying in the sun, sitting on a beach, shopping in the city, with my old friends, with Josh, but instead I'm laying in bed, hating myself. I should've just run away, and figured out what to do later.

My mum bought me some movies and ordered pizza, we watched them together, she made sure to only get comedy, it did make me feel a little better, but nothing could fix this.
Nothing could fill the hole in my heart, what if I'm never okay again?

I kept my Facebook open all day, and my phone in my pocket, hoping, praying, for a call, a text, a message, anything! But nothing. Not one.
What if I'd made the wrong decision?
I was kind of hoping Josh would show up at my door, one last time.
Not that I could go back to Australia anyway, I couldn't leave my parents, I wasn't ready to live alone, fend for myself, but maybe we could've ended it better, one last hug, one last kiss, no yelling or fighting.
But that wasn't going to happen, and I wasn't about to convince myself it would.

I couldn't deal with being in the house any longer, alone with my thoughts, I had to go out, I looked up the nearest night club, got dressed up and left, nothing could fix this, but maybe I could make myself forget, just for a night.
I snuck into the club through the back, which was a lot easier than I expected it to be, the rest of the night was a blur. I drank too much, too quick. The last thing I remembered was dancing with a cute boy, then everything went black.

I woke up in an unfamiliar house, oh god, I thought to myself, I've been kidnapped.
I quickly sat up, and looked around, I could hear footsteps, I jumped off the couch, trying to escape but fell to the floor in pain, my head was killing me, I hate hangovers!
I heard someone rush in, a man was standing over me, "leave me alone!" I yelled as I sat myself up and crawled into a corner, I looked around for a weapon, and grabbed the crowbar that was next to the fireplace, I held it out in front of me "I'll hit you!" I yelled, he backed away, "it's okay, hi, I'm Mr. Reyes. Danny's father."
Danny's father?! How did I end up here?!
"What am I doing here?" I asked as I placed the crowbar back where it belonged, he helped me up, "you passed out at a club, a nice man brought you here, you'd given him our address instead of your own, told him you wanted to see your boyfriend, anyway, you're very lucky he took you here, instead of locking you in his basement or something!" He told me.

He went back into the kitchen, I heard whispering, then Danny came out, he placed a cup of coffee on the table in front of me, I took a sip, and stayed silent.
"Why did you do that?" He said
"Do what?" I asked as if nothing had even happened.
"Why did you go to a club, why did you drink so much?! You're 16. You could've been killed!" He said, he sounded concerned.
"I'm sorry" I said, staring at the cup of coffee instead of him.
He hugged me tight, "it's okay, as long as you're safe"

I guess I should tell him about Josh.
"Danny, me and..." Before I could finish my sentence I threw up all over the floor, oh god, how did that happen!
"I am so so sorry!" I said as I covered my face, "it's alright, let's get you home" he said, helping me up.
His dad drove me home.