Ch. 2. Memories
Elisabeth's POV.
*Flashback 2 years prior.*
The bathroom was small and dingy, but as I stand at the mirror I don't care. I have to change my appearance. Again. So I can leave. Again. Satisfied with my white blonde hair and slightly darker skin, I struggle about my eyes. The vibrant emerald green orbs that once held laughter, look back at me with sad resignation. My thoughts turn to how much Warren loved my eyes. I miss him so much it hurts, I decide to leave my eyes alone. I walk out of the bathroom, shutting off the light as I go. The motel room is all around dingy, but since it's just another temporary stop, who cares. The room is messy, I worked a double and have been hastily packing my small bag. But as I lay down I can't stop the soft sigh of sadness. I let my thoughts drift back to Warren. My best friend from birth. He was my first kiss, first crush, and first lover. Warren was my everything and I still cry at night because I left without a word. Hugging the pillow to my chest I wish for Warren. Wishing he was here to hold me like he used to. I haven't seen or spoken to him in the time I've been gone. Looking to the desk, I can see the stack of letters. All to him, probably one for every day of the last two years. And I lost count as to how many times I picked up a phone to call him. Only to put it down before he can answer. My gaze moves to the photograph on the bedside table. It is of me and Warren, sitting on the porch swing in his backyard. Sitting side by side, his arm around me. My legs are draped over his lap. My head tucked under his chin, and my hand on his chest. I can still remember feeling his heartbeat against my fingertips. I don't recall which of our mothers took it. But it stands as a testament to how we felt about each other. Even if we didn't understand it yet ourselves. We look like we are plotting something, and maybe we were. Growing up he was my only friend, and I know he thought I could do better. Be popular, but I didn't want to be, he was all I needed. Hugging the pillow tighter I again wish for Warren. My mind brings forth the memory of our first kiss. In my pool that summer day. He took me by surprise, then he pulled away. A blush staining his cheeks as he made to apologize. I didn't let him however, and that was all she wrote. We were ten, but I'd already noticed feelings for him. I just didn't understand at that time. I know now, that I started falling for him. I knew I was completely in love with him by the time we turned thirteen. The song he wrote crosses my mind. I later found that he had written it about me.
"I am comforted. To know your always there. To hear my every prayer. Inside I'm clinging to the promise of a lifetime. I hear the words you say, to never walk away from me. And leave behind the promise of a lifetime."
The tears flowed freely, as I cursed the asshole I call Dad. For causing this mess, making me run for my life. Warren's life. I ran away from my home, from the light of my world to keep daddy dearest out of it. When I heard that he had broke out of prison and that he was coming for me, I did the only thing I could. I ran. Seems stupid now, but all I knew was I couldn't let him near Warren. That last night I spent with him, we made love and I took a few precious hours of refuge in his arms. Leaving his bed that morning was the hardest thing I had ever done. Getting up I packed up the last of my scant belongings and left the room without a backward glance.
A.N: I own nothing Sky High related. I do apologize for the chapters being short. The song is Promise of a Lifetime. By Kutless and I don't own that either.