Chapter 15: Tragedy Strikes
"Your beautiful. You know that right?" Keaton was playing with my hair and we
were laying on the beach, watching the waves roll In. "You make me believe it
every day." "Good," Keaton smiled down at me. "What are we gonna do today?" he
asked. "I don't know," I mumbled. I was already falling asleep. Keaton just made
me so relaxed and calm. Ugh. Of course my phone decided to ring. As I went to
grab it, Keaton laid his hand on top of mine telling me not to answer it. "It's
Andrea. I have to answer. Hello?" I answered. What I heard next shattered my
world forever. Andrea was in hysterics and soon I was too. "Keaton we have to
go," I sobbed. He grabbed my hand and turned me around to face him. "What's
wrong?" he demanded. "Now!" I screamed. I ran into Keaton's truck as he ran
after me. It seemed like everything was in slow motion.
I cried into Keaton's shoulder while he craddled me. My grandmother, the only
person that kept me strong, was being loaded into a herse. How could a woman so
strong and independent suddenly become so weak and need others to lift her to
the sky? "Shhh baby. It's okay," Keaton said trying to comfort me. "No it's not
okay Keaton. You weren't here through all the fighting. You weren't here when I
ran away. You don't know the whole story Keaton. I've been lying to you. It's so
much more than a torn down wall and a bad past. Don't tell me its okay!" I
yelled to Keaton. I snatched my hand away and ran. Running is all I ever did.
The tears flew back and anger was released. I ran a few blocks before screaming
and punching and kicking everything I could. Finally, I collapsed and the
blackness surrounded me.