𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐍
"He has actually changed a lot, I'm not going to lie" I heard Willow whisper to Elsie when I walked by Elsie's room and I let out a low chuckle.
"Ryan was always like this, he's hiding under this shell around people but he's got the biggest heart." I heard Elsie tell her and I scoffed. Go ahead sister, spill it all, exaggerate by telling her I still sleep with a teddy bear if you want.
"Sargent told me he abused women before and to be honest Ryan has done some stupid stuff but I forgive him for that. He saved mine and Sargent's life" was the last thing I heard before I heard the bell ring, making me walk back downstairs to open the door.
Sargent Hills was someone I never knew I would save, let alone let in my house or have a single conversation with, without jumping to his throat but here we are. I guess you can say, we all left the past behind us. Not everything but the things involving them at least.
"Tell me you have painkillers because my head is killing me" I heard Sargent say as he pushed the door open and basically ran to the kitchen.
I weirdly looked after him, "Get in! This is your home too now! Remind me to buy some extra pillows for you!" I yelled after him and I heard him drop something.
"Sorry man!"
Tell me he didn't break my favourite coffee cup.
I enter the kitchen and see him swallow two painkillers and take it down with some water.
"Guess the party last night hit you hard" I tell him, leaning onto the kitchen counter and watching him massage his temples.
"Yeah, I had way too much to drink" he tells me and I nod, silence spreading between us like thick clouds.
I feel him stare at me and I look up, "You know. I don't usually do this but that year when I heard the rumours that you had abused women I actually believed it and that's one of the reasons why I disliked you so much. I couldn't understand how you could hit a girl" Sargent spoke and I grit my teeth, tell me about it.
"But then again, no one told me it was a lie." he continued and I nodded, "You're turning softer, Hills" I tell him and he chuckles, "Says you"
Yeah. Maybe to the people I consider family and friends. But there's an entire past and world waiting for me to wreak havoc on them and I have it all planned. If the past stays to haunt me that is.
"Oh! You're here!" I hear Willow, entering the kitchen with Elsie behind her.
Willow Edwards was Sargent's girlfriend; they have been for a long while now.
"Yeah, I was waiting for you to come downstairs," Sargent tells her and pulls her closer to give her a kiss.
Elsie stands beside me and I lean a little near her ear, "Gossiping about your brother when he's in the house is a ruthless move" I joke and she laughs, "Eavesdropping now are we?" she tells me and I shrug, "You weren't exactly quiet about it" and she laughs again, she looks just like our mother.
We all chat for a bit before I go out to meet Finn and the others. I start my motorcycle and slow down a little when I see a familiar brunette leaning on a car, in front of the Parker's house.
Celine.
I knew she was back but I thought she would've gone by now since her dad's funeral had already gone through.
I hadn't taken her words seriously when Finn told me about their encounter. Guess she really changed but then again looking at her, I can see she really did change.
I bit the metal in my tongue and I saw her turn her head to me when I released the clutch and added a bit of throttle. Riding faster than before now.
I felt her stare at me all the way as I turned left. If she's here to stay, she's here to fucking pay. Staying in Breckenridge will cost her, her sanity. I'm going to fucking ruin her until she begs me to let go of her.
I'm going to take away everything from her just like she took away something from me. Because of her lies, I couldn't be with my mom in her last moments. My mom couldn't see me because she put me in fucking jail. I had to hear about my mom's last breath through a fucking phone. I couldn't hold her hand and tell her that I loved her.
I never got to say goodbye and she took my chance to say goodbye away from me.
I hardened my hands around the handles of the motorcycle and heard Finn's motorcycle behind me, making me look at one of the side mirrors. We were on our way to Cloud. Our little place the gang gathers in before a race or a fight. Today was a race day. So it was time to bring out the cars tonight.
I might as well have a little bit of fun before I start with my plans for Celine.
If she's smart enough she'll leave tonight because tomorrow might just be the beginning of dooms day for her.
𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄
My dad's funeral went by faster than I thought and I was surprised over how it all went by in a blur. Before I could even react my dad was buried and there were people sharing pitying glances around, like me and Miles weren't even there.
"Did you get the package?" I heard Jackson on the other line and I nodded, forgetting about us speaking through a phone.
"Yeah I did" I answered when realisation came through and I heard him let out a sigh, "Don't you think it's time to at least try to cut it or something since you know you're with Miles and all maybe he can be a reason?" he asked and I hated that I could so fucking clearly hear the hope in his voice.
Jackson came from a family with mafia ties. He was the youngest son of the Perez family, they had a reputation to fill and Jackson had two sides but he only showed me the nice one, even though I had seen him break so many times I never felt scared around him. He was my best friend and he always wanted the best for me and I know that because he proved it to me so many times.
I understood why he was so concerned. The drugs were eating at me like parasites, but even though they were killing me I felt more alive than I've ever felt with them in my system. They were a part of me now, like a DNA ingredient, without them I wasn't me and this might sound selfish and toxic because I am toxic, what I do is toxic but I can't see myself quitting. And I hate even giving Jackson a tiny glimpse of hope because however painful the truth might be, I had been feeding Jackson bullshit, I can never quit.
"I'll try" I tell him and I hear him sigh, "That was the last time you bought any, Celi" I heard him again and my eyes widened, panic engulfing my lungs.
"No, Jack. You don't have a say in when I quit or when I'll stop buying!" I argue and Jackson growls, something he does when he starts getting really angry. I wasn't even trying to piss him off but he won't even give me a chance. I know he doesn't want to give me a chance to stop this because he knows me by now. He knows I won't quit. But why does he wear around the fucking hope that I might quit then?
Why does he keep giving me the opportunity to hate myself even more by thinking that I deserve a second chance when I chose this? I FUCKING CHOSE THIS LIFE. When I ended someone else's.
"I'm coming to Breckenridge tonight. I'm going to help you" Jackson says after a few minutes of trying to get it together, "No you're not. You're not coming here and trying to rule over my life Jackson fucking Perez!" I yell into the phone before ending the call.
My hands shake as I put a few lines of coke onto the table my dad had bought for me a few years ago and I take two lines before throwing myself onto the bed, barely holding it together. I feel the rush and I laugh into the empty air. My nose is burning and I swear if I took a third line I know it would've started bleeding.
"Woah!" I laugh and cough, I concentrate on the sound of nothing and I hear a motorcycle in the distance. My mind filled with butterflies that reached my stomach when I thought about the owner of the motorcycle.
I look up at the ceiling and see stars, I count them all and before I know it, I relax a bit too much and close my eyes for a second to close my eyes for the night.
But before I can fall deep into my sleep I see a shadow or it might've been a person standing beside my bed, "Ryan?" I mumble with a smile and the person strokes my hand and I feel warmth for the first time. I can't help but close my eyes when it hits me. I feel complete with the new presence.
"Celine...Celine" I heard the muffled sounds of a male voice calling my name and I had a hard time opening my eyes until I felt a rough hand slightly shaking me, enough to annoy me to wake up.
I opened my eyes enough to see who the person belonged to and saw Jackson standing in front of me with a concerned face and I groaned as I turned to the other side, putting a pillow over my face.
The bed dipped beside me and I felt Jackson lean onto the headboard, "Why don't we take a walk. Show me around the neighbourhood" he said and I put the pillow to the side as I looked at him.
"How did you even get in the house? Miles will not be home until tomorrow..." I mumble and Jackson ignores me.
I got up from the bed, slightly pushed him to the side and gave him a cold look, "I told you that I didn't want you to come" I mutter and he shakes his head.
"If you don't listen to anything I tell you, why would I listen to you?"
"Because I'm tired of this! You're my bestfriend not my fucking dad! I don't even have a dad anymore!" I snap and get out of the room.
It's almost 10 AM. He must've actually gotten a flight right after we talked.
Was he planning to come here before the call?
I heard footsteps behind me and found myself sitting on the porch as he followed me, "I'm sorry Celine. I don't want you to hurt yourself" he tells me and I look nervously around, I don't like it when he shows me that he really cares. He makes it so obvious and I can never share the things he feels for me.
I don't respond to him but as I am I see two people walking down the block and my whole body freezes.
Ryan is in a black t-shirt, a leather jacket and he's walking side by side with a girl that I immediately recognized; Elsie. She's beautiful just like Mrs. Alessi. Their mother.
He's laughing, hands in the pockets of his jeans and I can't find the power to look away. I'm in a spell.
As I'm trying to look away, Ryan finds my eyes and I take a deep breath. Fuck, I'm still high.
He looks at me and I can clearly see that the eyes that laughed and talked with his sister are not the same eyes that are looking back at mine.
They're cold, murderous and they're screaming at me to run and hide. Jackson puts his hand on mine and the eyes turn pitch black, I can see it all so clearly.
Since when did I have such good eye-sight?
"Is that...?" I hear Jackson, not putting any weight into his change of tone and body language and I nod as Ryan and Elsie get out of sight.
"Ryan Adler"
My first and last love.
Willow and Sargent :,) My two loves.