torn • A+L •

• 7 •

I was currently sitting at a bench, shivering in the cold. I looked at my surroundings, seeing everyone the literal opposite of me. Everything was normal, just as if nothing ever happened. And maybe nothing did happen, it was all just a figment of my imagination.

The streets were filled, it was plausible, considering it was a Friday. Everyone walked by, and I had to check twice just to make sure it wasn't him. His touch, his bony, cold, fingers still lingered on my thighs. His breath of smoke, and alcohol smearing across my chest. It was all too real, it couldn't have been a dream. I remember his words "Forget about him" buried at the top of my mind.

The thing is; I wasn't surprised. I never should've trusted La Mar's words: he's a good guy, I promise. How? After what La Mar told me, I believed him. And I should've stayed when La Mar called. Why didn't I stay?

My mind continues to run, and that's what I wish I could do. I just want to run forever so no cat could pounce at me ever again. But what can someone like me do to make someone like him understand? I've never once seen him sober, but I won't have to worry about that anymore.

It's late, and I probably have so many missed calls, but how could I know if I don't even know where my phone is? I decide to make the stupidest decision, and that is to head back to the hotel. They should be asleep by now, if not gone.

The elevator dings, signaling the arrival at my floor. "I want to hear all the details" I remember Hilda telling me just before I left. She did have high expectations for this date.

I slide the card, instantly accessing the door with ease. I take some of my things, just enough for a ride. Not that it matters anymore, but I do anyways. They weren't here. They were having the time of their lives, while I was having mine.

I wasn't surprised.

•••

Adjusting my sunglasses, I walked across the newly waxed tiles of the airport.

"Brielle" I didn't turn around. My heels clicked on the tiles of my very step, until I was stopped.

I didn't take off my glasses, neither did I wipe my eyes, I just continued to watch. He was trying to explain, he said. I said he wasn't right, he said.

"But I handled it" my eyes passed at his busted lip for a mere second before they darted back to the floor. I knew what he did for me, yet I didn't thank. Why would I?

"I tried to warn you. I understand you think the this is most logical thing for you to do.."

"You don't know how close he got" I wanted to say.

"La Mar"

He continued to blabber about how it just wasn't him and that he was just out of his usual mind set.

I took my glasses off seeing no point into trying to forget something that once happened.

"La Mar" He wanted to continue, you could tell by the ways his eyes lost its glimmer the moment I threw his name in the air.

"Why do you protect him?" He knew what he did. He knew.

"He's my friend. I know him, and what he did to you. I know him more than you do, you just need to trust m--"

"Just look at where I am La Mar," I paused. "This is what happens when I trust you"

He doesn't tell me anything, and remains silent. I knew he wanted to say something back, but he's too good to. La Mar is truly nice, you can tell, but he needs to understand that he's on the wrong side.

"I'm sorry"

A/N : this was purposely made short as a filler chapter so don't worry guys! I'll come back with a longer one next time I swear.

quick question:

do you celebrate Halloween 🎃?

and if you do, are you going trick-or-treating this year?

i might ask a couple of questions at the end of each chapter just to get to know my followers better and shit so yea. i hope you enjoyed and see you next time 💙