When I Let Him Go

Prologue

"Move the fucking hell away, Christian! I am so done with you!"

"Look Leia... it was all a big misunderstanding! It's not what you think!"

"Not what I think? Really? Then care to explain all the excuses you made for picking up hundreds of calls during practice? You never did that before, Christian! Not until that girl--"

"Can we stop talking about her please? This is about us."

"How can I stop talking about her when she's the reason we're falling apart?!"

My hands move on their accord as I start to lose control of my senses, knocking a nearby flower vase down. Droplets of blood fall to the floor from the back of my hand, making Christian jump in fear. I wiped it off with my other hand, taking in all the pain I was suffering.

"You're hurting babe..." Christian mumbles in an attempt to catch my hand. I quickly move away from him.

"How much more do I have to hurt for you to notice? You were always like this and I always gave you a chance! I am so done with you!"

I wrapped my bleeding hand with a white cloth that was fortunately lying on the music stand, taking my purse in the process and walking towards the door. How many times has it been? Am I going to allow the same thing to happen again? But it does make sense... after all that I've been through, I'm still here. I'm still with him.

"Babe, wait-"

"..." I turn around as he catches my wrist and I struggle to let go, only he is much stronger and his grip on me was too strong.

"Will you at least go to the press conference this afternoon? I can't afford to--"

*SLAP*

"You jerk! Go to that stupid press conference on your own!" I slap him with my free hand before heading straight for the door without a single intention of coming back.

That's until I realized that we're still in Heatherway High, the music room in building C to be exact. That simple argument led into something heated this time, and it only dawns on me now that I still have a class to attend to before the press conference this afternoon. Furthermore, it's Math Class with Sir Clarkson. I can't miss it for the world.

I took a small detour to the clinic to have my wound cleaned. They applied some medicine on it and wrapped it with a gauze so that means I won't be playing for a few days. Mother's gonna be furious about this when I come home but that's the last thing I have to worry about right now. I have to face all the questions regarding this hand of mine if I want an excuse for being late.

As I left the school clinic and was walking towards the classroom, my phone vibrated inside my purse. I rummaged through the purse, only to find a text from my best friend which she sent in caps lock, no spaces and definitely 10 minutes ago. I figured it was the second buzz already. I'm so dead.

To: Leia <33

WHERETHEHELLAREYOUSIRCLARKSONISLOOKINGFORYOU

NONEOFUSKNOWSWHEREYOUAREANDCHRISTIANISNTHEREEITHER

HURRYUPORYOULLANSWERTHISFREAKINGPASSWORDIFYOUDONTHAVEAGOODEXCUSE!

From: yinYANG

I got the hang of reading these kinds of texts from Yang by now, since most of her messages are sent in "Yang Format" whenever she feels intense. I managed to send her a short response before jolting my way to class.