Sorry it's been kinda long D: My laptop got a virus and I couldn't go on it for like, ever. :/
Anywayss. Have any of you heard of He is We? I. Am. Obsessed.3 Seriously. And you probably don't care. I haven't done a disclaimer yet, so..I dont' own 9lock. D:
I would like to make a shout-out to theregoesnash. Your review made me smile so big it hurt. YOU'RE MAGIC.3
Ohk. On with the story!
"No it won't." She looked up at me with her tear-stained face. "I hate her, Alek. I hate her."
"Well, I hope you're not talking about me." Chloe's mom stood in the doorway, eyebrows raised, arms crossed.
CPOV
Uh oh. I sat up and glared.
"Learn to knock." I said.
"It's my house, I get to go anywhere I want." She argued back. "By the way-what is he doing here? First I come home to see that you've snuck out, and now boys are in your bedroom?"
"Okay. First of all? I wasn't 'sneaking out'. You weren't even home, and there aren't any house rules on which days I can go out, and how late I can stay out. And second of all, there aren't any house rules whether I can have people over or not." I retorted.
We argued back and forth for about ten minutes. I could practically feel Alek's awkwardness coming off of his body in waves as he sat on my bed, avoiding eye contact.
Finally, my mom left after making some new house rules. It wasn't like I was going to follow them anyways, though. She also kicked Alek out. It was weird watching him use our front door for once. I didn't mind. I knew he would just climb back up to my window anyway.
She slammed the door on Alek's face. "Now I must go pack. I'm leaving again tomorrow." She said stonily.
"What else is new around here?" I muttered. I forgot how bitchy my mom could be. She wasn't like that before – she started leaving a lot when I was around fourteen years old. I guess the business trips made her more serious and cranky.
I heard my phone beep. I have a new text. It was from Brian.
'We will get you.' it read.
I couldn't take it. All of my emotions swirled deep inside my stomach. Fear, anger, hurt, pain. I pulled open my drawer and pulled out a small knife. Just a small cut wouldn't hurt, right? No. It wouldn't. I needed to let my feelings out. I was so overwhelmed that I was getting dizzy, and I sat down, my head spinning. My breathing was erratic and I gripped the blade so tight that my fingers turned white. The cold metal touched my skin and my heartbeat accelerated, knowing what was to come. I pressed down and it cot a little into my skin. With the small drops of blood being drawn out, I could feel my fear and anger being numbed, and I concentrated on the pain.
Suddenly, I heard my window open and Alek came running in. He took the blade and chucked in across the room, onto the floor.
"Chloe!" He screamed. His face showed hurt, anger and disbelief.
"It was just a small cut." I whispered, not meeting his eyes.
"You said you would quit. You promised. Can't you stop? Can't you stop for me?" He pleaded.
"I'm trying. I really am." I took a deep breath, my voice shaky. Alek look through all of my drawers, finding three more small knives. He took them all and ran outside, tossing them into our trash bin. He came back in and washed my cut.
He cooled down, no longer angry. Just sad. He looked so sad I wanted to cry for him. Even though I knew I was the reason for his sadness. He flipped off the lights and held me in bed. He was humming, rocking my back and forth.
"Sing to me?" I whispered, expecting him to scoff and say something along the lines of, 'I don't sing.'
He was real quiet for a moment, but then he started up:
Harness your heart, and be still now.
Quiet that mind that will wander,
All sorts of dark alleys.
Tragedy strikes your self esteem,
Constantly waiting for an ending,
To all of this.
She opens her eyes,
Suddenly she cries.
Can we help her, can we help her?
And she replies.
You know, she fakes it oh so well,
That God himself can't tell.
What she means and why ger words are,
Less than parallel.
With my feet,
I ask her what she really needs,
And all she really needs,
Is to breathe.
People, they seem so interested.
Only a few get invested,
With all the aches and pains.
Doctor oh, doctor,
Please help her.
I fear she may not be breathing.
Blue lips, and doe eyes,
That's her disguise.
You know, she fakes it oh so well,
That God himself can't tell.
What she means and why her words are,
Less than parallel.
With my feet,
I ask her what she really needs.
And all she really needs,
Is to breathe.
Give her some space to breathe,
She needs a little room to breathe.
Give her some space to breathe,
All she needs is a little room to breathe.
She fakes it oh so well,
That God can't tell.
You know, she fakes it oh so well,
That God himself can't tell.
What she means and why her words are,
Less than parallel.
With my feet,
I ask her what she really needs
And all she really needs,
Is to breathe.
Let her breathe.
He finishes, and the crickets' chirping is left in the background as his voice disappears. I realize what that song meant. I took a deep breath and smiled shakily.
"Thank you." I whispered.
"For what?" Came his British accent.
"I know what that song was saying, Alek. I can take a hint." I replied sleepily. He kissed the top of my head and mumbled a faint "You're welcome."
Meredith's POV
I was standing outside of Chloe's bedroom, my back pressed against her door. The Alek kid had climbed through her window again. Suddenly, I heard him singing to her. I smiled, remembering my missing husband. That boy is the one for her.
I don't mean to be so harsh to Chloe. I'm just so stressed all of the time. And sometimes I figure that if I'm horrid to her, then she would miss me less when I'm gone.
But I realize now that she's probably missing me right now, the old me. Even when I'm here, I'm not really with her. I will apologize tomorrow.
I walked back to my room, and my door closed, blocking out the boy's soft singing.
He was good for her.
Okay! I'm going to reply to reviews and such