This is a Carlos Olivero one shot for my friend TenilleCreations! I hope you enjoy it!
To the right is a picture of Tenille’s character along with the music video to the song that goes with this story! You have to watch it! It’s so good!
~COPYRIGHT 2012~
I rocked back and forth on the bed, hugging my knees to my chest. They forced me to come here. I wasn’t crazy. I’m just a regular heartbroken girl. Now all I’m surrounded by are the blank white walls in this Insane Asylum.
Yes, my parents locked me in here. And it was all because of him; him being the love of my life, Carlos. I used to be the good girl and I fell for the bad boy. Typical high school, right? Well he wasn’t typical. He was rumored to be involved with drugs and gangs, but I didn’t care. I ignored everyone’s rumors and approached him. Soon after we were dating and he was the perfect boyfriend. I got to see the man that no one else saw.
One day he just up and left with a goodbye. I never saw him again. I quickly discovered that he was the only one I had. He was my only friend, my best friend, my lover. Without him, I was nothing. I was so heartbroken that my parents forced me to go see a therapist. Nothing worked though. Crying seemed to be all that I was doing. Months later, my parents decided they couldn’t take it anymore. So guess what? They locked me up in the Psychiatric Ward. Wonderful family I have, right?
“Tenille, time for dinner,” one of the nurses popped her head into my room.
I mumbled something inaudibly and she left. I didn’t even bother to get up. I didn’t want to eat right now. The only thing I wanted was Carlos. It seems like lately I wasn’t speaking. All I could say was a few words. I refused to speak to those psychiatrists. They made me feel more crazy than I already was. They had no idea how I felt and they never would.
I sat in that position for the rest of the day, never once realizing what time it was. I bet it was already past lights out, but I could care less.
I heard the doorknob on my door jiggle and my head shot up. Right in the glass of the door, I saw Carlos. My breath caught in my throat. He entered the room wearing an outfit like the nurses did, jiggling the keys in his hand, smirking at me.
“What’re you doing here?” I asked.
“Shhhh now is not the time to be asking the questions. Come with me. I’m going to get you out of here,” he said, holding out his hand.
I took it, feeling the familiar tingles he used to give me. We ran out of my isolated room and down the dark hallway. There was no one in sight. The only people I know must be around are security. And I was nervous that we were going to get caught. But knowing Carlos, he would have another plan.
We continued down the hallway in a sprint, ducking once we came to the security window so they wouldn’t see us. He slammed the door open and the cool air hit me in the face. I took a deep breath. It’s been forever since I felt real air. Carlos pulled me out to the parking lot and ordered me to get in, which I gladly did. He sped away and silence filled the car as we sped down the freeway.
I looked over to the man beside me. He looked just as handsome as I remembered. The questions were prodding at me and I had to talk.
“Where’d you go?” I questioned quietly.
He quickly looked at me and then turned back to the rode. His knuckles were turning white from gripping the steering wheel so hard.
“I couldn’t deal with the fact that I was falling in love. I was scared and I didn’t want you to get hurt because of my past. Yes, my past. I only did those things that you heard about when I was a young teenager. It’s all over now, but I still have people after me and I didn’t want to put you in danger,” he explained. “But once I left, I realized it was a mistake. I couldn’t live without you. And when I heard that you had been put into the Asylum, I had to come and get you. I had to rescue you. Tenille, I’m so sorry I left you.”
I laid my hand on his hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel.
“It’s alright. All that matters is that you’re here now and you saved me. You’re the one that keeps me sane,” I smiled.
He pulled the car over to the side and pulled me from the passenger seat to on top of him, so my back was pressed against the steering wheel. His hands roamed underneath my hospital gown and he groaned when he felt my newly developed curves. He pressed his lips to my neck and whispered, “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too,” I said, pulling his head back so he was looking at me.
And just like that, I pushed my lips to his. And we made love in his car after all this time. I was right. All I needed was him to survive. And those psychiatrists can go suck it!
~COPYRIGHT 2012~
