Crowded Spaces (Empty Halls sequel) *BoyxBoy*

Chapter 12

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"That bitch can eat her heart out" -Halestorm

*Alistair's POV*

It wasn't enough. What would normally make my heart jump couldn't calm the rage that coursed through me. He was using a Band-Aid. Trying to cover up what someone else had done to try and make me feel better. It was more than obvious he didn't want this, only to cover up and calm my anger, that's why he kissed me.

Setting my hands on his shoulders and moving him away from me, I hear him call out my name a number of times, but it never registered in my head. I couldn't see straight, I was breathing hard, heavy breathes as I walked from my room down the stairs to the living room, passed Logan and out the front door.

I had no idea where I was going, but my feet kept moving me forward, pushing me to the point of running. I had to keep away from him, I had to give myself the time I needed to calm down or else the guy that called himself a man, the very person...no even calling him a human was too great for him, the filth that hit my love wouldn't live much longer.

I wanted nothing more than to just go over there and beat him to a coma. To just destroy every inch of his body with my fists, but I knew that if I did that, I would no longer get to see Azel. I would spend the rest of my time in prison leaving him to face that monster alone. Now more than ever, Azel needed me, and I wasn't about to abandon my love because my anger.

It wasn't until I got to the tree me and Azel sat under after our first time being intimate that I even realized where I was. I had come to the very place his mother would take him each time his father hit him. There was something about this place that just didn't sit right with me. I pulled out my phone and sent Azel a text saying I just need time to calm down then sat with my back against the tree, looking out over the families that laughed and played together.

I missed my family. My mother's soft brown eyes, my father's deep booming laughter that shook whatever chair he sat in. I wanted them back so bad, I prayed, I begged, and I cried. Looking out at the families in the park I pushed back the tears that threaten to release themselves from my eyes. I made myself promise I wouldn't cry about them anymore. Because crying, wouldn't bring them back.

Reaching into my back pocket and pulling out the letter that I kept in my wallet, unfolded it, but couldn't bring myself to read it. Ever sense the mail lady dropped it off I have tried to find the courage to read it. I couldn't tell Azel what it said because in truth, I didn't even know. It was the first time he had contacted me since he sent me to live with Lloyd and even then we weren't on speaking terms.

"Alistair, the twenty eighth of May will be the one year anniversary of your parents death. You are expected to be back here, then leave the day of to show respect for what you caused. You will arrive at the airport then take a cab to the gravesite where you will see me. Wait until after I have walked away to pay your respects, then leave."

I glanced over the letter a number of times before I finally folded it up and put it back in my wallet. I felt my heart sink, staring out at the kids, wishing I was one of them again. When nothing really mattered, or when your parents could take everything away with just one smile.

"I figured I'd find you here."

I didn't even turn my head as Lloyd took a seat next to me beneath the tree, nor when he reached over and pulled me into a tight embrace. I wanted him to go away, but I didn't want to be alone so I sat there letting him hold me.

"It's almost been a year." He said, shifting his fingers through my hair.

"Just a couple months away." I stated, looking straight ahead.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I didn't answer. Not because I didn't want too, I just wasn't sure what to say. Aside from his mom, Lloyd was the only person who knew anything about what happened. Why I had to move here, and why my parents were no longer around.

"It isn't your fault, you know. What happened I mean."

His words brought little to no comfort whatsoever. If I had just told them to stay, to not get on the flight they would still be here. How isn't that my fault? I begged them to come knowing full well that there was a storm on the way, but I still asked none the less.

"You did what anyone would have done. They wanted to see you perform, that's why they got on the plane to begin with."

I kept my head down as his words spread over me. I knew he was right. But it still didn't make me feel better. I hadn't touched a piano since then. Since my parents car had crashed on the way to my concert. People said I was a prodigy. That I could play anywhere in the world, but I always shook it off.

"I'm sure your grandfather will be happy to see you. It's been a while, maybe he's doing better."

I almost scoffed at him as I pulled out the letter and pushed it in his direction. Getting up from the ground and walking away, I started back to my house in order to tell Azel the truth. What he didn't know about me, and why I walked away.

Sorry this chapter is so short, but I'm using it as a stepping stone for the next one.

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