Style Savvy Trendsetters: More than my delivery boy, Hiatus

by InnactiveMotivationlessButton

Brad is the delivery boy in style savvy Trendsetters. Lenci, his best customer, and him go out. Emmylou is super happy, Avery won't stop being depressed, and Lenci needs to evaluate her life. Rated M for a few sexual reasons! more themes than the would let me put humor, adventure, hurt/comfort, and friendship. Sorry for beginning, gets better from third chapter

11. Where did I go! Idk

Style savvy trendsetters: more than my delivery boy. chapter eleven: the cold truth

Hello! I'm so sorry for leaving this huge Cliffie! I feel like a jerk now!

~Lenci's POV~

My eyes watered and my sight was soon clouded. I started to whimper a bit, and Brad attempted to wrap his arms around me in comfort. I just pushed him off and did what I was used to, running away. I briskly walked out of the house. Once I was out I then bolted. I heard someone calling for me from behind, but it wasn't worth turning around. Nothing was worth it. I slowed up once I had got a safe distance and walked at a normal pace. I walked over to the park I used to play at as a little girl. I sat on the swings and swung back and forth. I closed my eyes and for the first time in years, the swinging helped bring the weight of stress off my shoulders. The tears dried because of the wind, said it we comforting me, telling me not to cry. Then, I heard a very familiar voice which also soothed me, "baby, you okay?" his voice may be soothing, but the last thing indeed right now in a bunch of questions being asked. I just shook my head and walked over to where he had parked his car. I got in on the passenger side and he was the driver. I looked over at him and whispered softly, "just talk to me. Don't ask questions, just talk. Your voice soothes me." And so talk he did. He just talked about random things until we gotta my apartment. He parked the car and just as I was reaching for the door handle, he locked the doors. I looked over at him and he sighed softly. He gripped my hand and looked me dead in the eyes and said, "your not going in there without me, no matter how alone you want to be." My looks showed question and , "if you killed yourself..." He started, "I just couldn't bear it. I would commit suicide. It would be my fault, and, I just can't..." I smiled softly. Brad did have a way with words. I lead him upstairs to my apartment. I unlocked the door and we sat down on the couch. I felt like crying again, but I didn't want Brad to see me cry. Soon, my tears started to roll down my face. Then, they turned into sobs. I didn't notice the look Brad gave me. Before I knew it I was wrapped in his embrace. I still had tears streaming down my face. I whispered softly in his ear, "Never let me go."

Okay, sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth. Had problems, and my computer got stolen. Yeah, review please!