i lie because no one calls me out
make me wanna die –the pretty reckless
every breath –boyce avenue
She laughs freely, the wind tousling her flacks of brown curls playfully, amber eyes shielded by thin lids. Her feet shuffle forward against the cement, the adrenaline coursing through her veins, the blood rushing to her head as her feet inch closer towards the edge.
The noisy wind howls as she bellows with happiness, her arms spread out like a bird's, "I bet I can fly." She shouts, trying to dominate the wind.
He looks up at her shadow, horror reflecting in his brown flecked orbs.
She starts giggling uncontrollably, the alcohol consuming the better half of her. Her mind is swirling like a colorful rainbow that creates an abyss, her laughter and just the simple truth wanting to be known.
"He hit me since I was thirteen," She says, her face still facing the edge, her body still prepared to leap high into the sky, preparing to be swept by the heavy winds. "Everyone thinks we're perfect though."
He watches her figure while trying not to stare at how beautiful she looks, even if she is preparing to jump. He looks at how serene she appears to be but not understanding those ugly words that are slipped through her beautiful lips.
"Claire says I should tell someone," the brunette cracks up again, the snort escaping. She lifts a leg up, testing her fear.
"Am I the only one you told?" He replies, trying to compete with the loud wintry wind. He begins to inch closer to her stance as she stoically leans over the edge.
"Yes," she admits sheepishly, the alcohol reeking from her body. The truth sobers him.
"If you get off that edge," he reasons, "I'll kick his ass."
This caused her to cackle amongst the angry wind. He couldn't figure out what was so funny about his words. She just simply shook her head, stepping down from scaling the edge of the chemistry building.
"You can't do a thing, Harrington." She strokes his cheek for a moment, her amber eyes gleaming in the moon's odd light. He feels his cheeks heat up. "So stop trying to be my prince," she demands. "You can't save me."
"—But he hits you," he protests, furiously while trying to pull her closer to him. She shakes him off, his touch burning her skin.
She drunkenly crawls up on the side of the building again, fits of giggles emitting into the cool winter night.
"The moon is so big." She states, a smile on her face.
"Block," he shakily says as she leans a little too far over the edge. "Come back down here."
"Make me!" She counters, whipping her head back to look at him for just a moment, her eyes playful but seriousness burning in them. Her eyes say everything.
"Block," he says, trembling with apprehension. "I'm serious."
This seemed to sober her up. She looked back at him with those hauntingly beautiful ambers, "So am I." She growls angrily, her hands in her jean pockets.
"Maybe I'm tired of how fucked up life can be," she says quietly; he wasn't sure if he was hearing her right. "Daddy dearest has, like, five affairs going on right now," she nastily hisses. "Mom's too drunk to see straight and when she's not, she's popping pills like it's nobody's business…" She contemplates for a moment, swaying from her left side to her right, eyes shut tightly.
"But then again," she says, "Maybe it is nobody's business."
He watches this beautiful ice queen melt like ice under the warmth of the sun. Her small frame was shaking and so was the beer bottle in her hand.
She leaned over once again, dizzily, he must add, losing balance and swaying back and forth. She wobbled for a moment as he stopped breathing, the beer bottle in her left hand flinging under the light of the moon, flying down, down, down.
"Oops." She breathes.
His heart beat picked up again. He lost his patience. "Get down right now Massie."
"Stop trying to make everything better," she slurs.
"Someone has to." He moans exasperated.
"Well it doesn't work," she bitterly says while standing up again, her eyes haunted and desire burning in them.
"I want to jump," she admits.
He's ready to grab her small frame from the edge.
"Come down, Block," he whispers, not sure if she can hear him.
"What reason is there to come down?" She demands, not turning her back to look at him. For someone drunk, she was pretty damn beautiful.
"So Mom can tell me how much of a failure I am? So Daddy can bribe me with clothes and accessories not to tell Mom about the many whores that come in and out of the back door? So Kemp can give me some more lovely bruises that I have to cover up?" Her sarcasm is seething.
He flinches at the thought of anyone hurting her.
"There's nothing to live for…" She drawls.
"Live for me." He bravely demands, taking a step closer to her body. The wind slows down.
"Why would I do that?"
"Because," he takes a step closer. She doesn't look back still. He advances another step.
"Because why." She asks, dread in her voice.
"Because I need you," he says.
Her frame begins to shake as she wobbles unsteadily on her own two feet. He reaches up to pull her down.
She falls.
He catches her.
He holds her closely as her small body begins to shake with racks of tears. He cradles her as he stumbles against the wall and slides down slowly, her still in his arms. She has an iron grip on his t-shirt.
"Shhh," he soothes. "I'm here, baby. I'm here."
"Don't leave me." She begs, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"I promise you," he vows, "I will not leave you."
Her crying settles down and soon she's just sniffling. His shoulders relax a breath he's been holding whooshes out. She's steadily breathing into his chest.
"Thank you." She whispers in a little girl's voice. He nods, stroking her hair.
"I'll always be right here," he gestures gently to his heart. "No matter what happens."
She nods slowly, huddling against him.
"Don't tell anyone about tonight," she pleads, locking eyes with his browns. "Promise?"
His heart drops.
"Yeah…I promise."
Oh what silly games we play.
Part two will come soon.(:
*R&R*
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