I'd been sent home from hospital the next day. I was so bored it was unreal, there was nothing left for me too do. I felt stiff and I couldn't move much because I still hurt quite a bit. My ribs were supposed to recover themselves, which could take months. As much as I wouldn't of minded skipping three months worth of school, I decided it wouldn't be a good idea. Considering the fact I was in year 11, and this had to be one of the most important years of my life, so far... I couldn't just bunk out of it. I'd been sitting in my room alone, like a goon for about three hours. The day was just dragging by so slowly, I couldn't handle this. I stretched over for my mobile. I was going to text some people, ask them to come over for a bit. Well, that's if they could or wanted too anyway. I was about to send a new text when dad shouted from downstairs.
"Lola! Your friend David is here!" Dad even sounded confused about this 'David' person. If I knew him once, I'd forgotten about him.
"Send him up!" I yelled back down to him. Heavy footsteps came pounding upstairs, I was nervous. David walked in through my door. I knew who he was now. One of my old boyfriends, from about two years back. He was always good too me. I definitely remembered him now.
"Lola..." He bit his bottom lip. Possibly lost for words, I wasn't exactly sure. He wandered over to my bed. I didn't know what he'd come here for or what his intentions were. I was nervous. Very, very nervous. I was about to reply but he kissed me. Full force. I pulled away instantly.
"David, what are you doing?" I exclaimed, my face scrunching up in anger. I couldn't believe what he'd just done.
"I'm sorry. I just... I just..." Wow, he really was lost for words. From what I remembered of him, he never used to be like that with me. Never had he stuttered in front of me or left a sentence unfinished.
"David, calm down. I'm sorry for snapping but why are you here?" I tried to speak to him soothingly. He needed to tell me what was wrong or I couldn't help.
"That night, two years ago... When I told you that I no longer loved you... I was lying. I was moving away and we wouldn't be able too see each other and I couldn't handle that. I need you now, more than ever." I thought he was turning delusional, I seriously did. When he'd walked away from me, that night at the park. He left me there broken, had he totally forgotten that? I couldn't love him again because it wasn't possible. Harry was the only person I'd ever love. I knew that now.
"You walked away... And I can't forget that." I said to him as he turned his head towards the floor.
"Do you still love me?" David asked, tears slipping down his cheeks. I didn't want to have to answer but he was hurting. He deserved the truth.
"I'm sorry. It was years ago and I've moved on. It's over for good now." I watched as he fell too the floor. There was nothing I could do anymore. I tried to sit by him and comfort him, he didn't want me too comfort him.
"I'm leaving." He spoke sourly, his voice shaking with pain. "While you're at it keep an eye on Harry. Never know what might happen to him..." He trailed off, not giving away any clues to what he was planning. I didn't even knew that he knew I was with Harry.
"Keep away from him. I hurt you, not him. He's done nothing." I was standing at my bedroom door, about to close it. Then he continued.
"He's taken my girl." He spluttered out. I couldn't bare it anymore. I was pathetic at times, I slammed my bedroom door shut and locked it. The heavy footsteps I'd heard earlier, ran down the stairs and out the front door. David was strong, god knows what he'd do to Harry. I knew Harry was capable of standing up for himself... But with my ex in a mood like that, not good. I understood that I'd sort of broken up with Harry. My feelings for him would never disappear though. I picked my mobile up, dialling his number. I was never usually one to forgive and forget easily. When it came to Harry though, it was all so different. I'd never stopped thinking about him since I'd told him to leave the day before. It hurt me more than anything to see him walk away but I was trying to stand my ground. Seeing him hurt like that as well, made me want to punch myself. There was no way I could deny it now, I loved him. Truly loved him.
"Lola...?" Harry asked down the phone, sounding surprised.
"Harry, please lock all your doors and everything. I'll explain later just do it." I spoke seriously down the phone. I quesitoned whether David knew where Harry even lived. Then again, David knew everything.
"Babe, calm down. First tell me why?" He was speaking to me as if I was a mad woman or something.
"Please, just do it. I've told you that I'll explain later." I was rushing my words out. Harry only lived about twenty minutes away and that was when I was walking slowly to get there. David was taller than me, he was angry and therefore he'd get there in a much shorter space of time.
"Ok, ok. Can I see you later babe? We um, need to talk." I could hear him turning the key in the lock on the other side of the line. Thank god, he'd finally done as I'd asked.
"Yeah of course but I have to go now. I'm sorry about yesterday, I love you." I cut off then, not waiting for an answer. I jumped up off my bed, still feeling pain from my ribs. I limped quickly as it was difficult to walk properly. "DAD! Give me a lift to Harry's please!" I screeched at him. He came up to help me down the stairs.
"Of course I will." He spoke, smiling broadly at me. Bless him, I loved him so much. He tried his best to make me happy all the time. I'd taken so much for granted and it wasn't fair on him.
"Thank you Dad." I replied back, trying to give him my best smile.
We were on our way too Harry's when I caught sight of smoke billowing from somewhere in the distance. "Dad, speed up please!" I screamed at him, accidently. I wasn't meant to scream so loud. I just prayed it wasn't coming from Harry's house. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if it was his house. It would be all my fault if it was.