The Delinquent (A Sidemen Fanfiction)

Chapter 31

I was downstairs by myself, sitting in the kitchen. I had just tied my shoes and was about to head to the gym when there was a loud knock on the door. I was the only one awake, so I went to answer it. As I opened it, a puzzled expression crept onto my face. Lane stood before me, a smile on his face. He held flowers out for me. "Lane?" I asked, as if this were normal, but abnormal for him to be in London and not Texas. Like he was alive. "I'm giving these to you to let you know something." He said simply, still smiling wildly. "Know what?" I asked as I took the flowers and brought them to my face, smelling them. "Don't trust anyone. Anymore. At all." He said. I glanced up at him. "Not even Simon?" I asked. He chuckled lightly. "Especially not him. He hurt you." He said, shaking his head, his smile never altering. Then, the sky behind him grew dark and rain starting pouring in a matter of seconds. He was still smiling. Thunder sounded in the distance. The house and everything seemed to drift away into darkness and Lane and I stood alone with just the sound of the storm that randomly appeared. Still, he smiled. "And so did you!" I yelled as a gun appeared in my hand. Everything inside of me was screaming at me to shoot it. Shoot him. So, I did.

I shot up in bed, panting. The sound of the storm outside drowned out the normal silence of the house at this time. Tears were creeping down my face. My stomach growled and my throat ached. I swung the blankets off of me, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I put my elbows on my knees and rested my head in my hands, trying to calm my racing heart. It was all just a dream. I glanced around the very dark room and reached over to my phone and unplugged it from the charger. It had a full charge, so I used the flashlight to navigate my way downstairs and into the kitchen. As I reached it, I tried to turn the lights on but they didn't come on. The electricity must've gone out. "Son of a bitch." I muttered, walking to the fridge. I grabbed a water bottle and some leftover pizza the guys must've ordered yesterday. Lately, I haven't been eating as much as I should. I mean, can you blame me? I was heartbroken, and that's what heartbroken people do, right? Don't ask me. This was all new to me. Heartache and love. My first boyfriend I ever had that I though I 'loved', Allan, had only pissed me off when we broke up. He got me arrested. For something he did. So, after that, I was only mad. Only angry. Not hurt at all. It was nothing like this. This left me broken. All I want to do is anything but be in silence or sit still, because then I'll think about it. Then I'll get bad again. I walked up the stairs as quietly as I could and back up to my room, exhausted. I hadn't had a good night's sleep in a while. So, my plan was to eat and then go to sleep. But, of course, something had to ruin it. There was a knock on the door. It was around 3 AM. So, I was a little hesitant to go answer it. I walked back down the stairs, my phone and food and drink in hand. I got nervous as I put my drink down on a small table beside the door so I could unlock and open the door. Once I unlocked it, there was a voice behind me. "Mackenzie? What are you doing?" Simon asked. I ignored him for a moment, letting the nervousness go away now that he was with me. "Someone knocked." I whispered. I opened the door and Simon joined my side. I shined the light on the person's face. Instantly, I recognized him. He was the guy that was at the gym everyday. But I didn't know why he was here at 3 AM in the middle of this storm. "Mackenzie?" He asked, as shocked as I was. I nodded, even though I wasn't sure if he saw me. "Sorry to be knocking on your door this late, but my car got a flat and my phone died a few hours ago. Can I use your phone to call my mate?" He asked. "Umm...sure." I said, letting him inside. "You know, I still don't know your name." I said as I closed the door behind him, handing him my phone. And we all three stood there in darkness as I passed him my phone. I extended my hand until I made contact with Simon and I let my arm relax against his, relieved that he was here. "Lane." The guy said. My heart dropped. "W-what did you say?" I asked, looking in his direction. I could barely see his silhouette in the darkness and his face was lit up by my phone in his hands as he dialed his friend's number. "Lane. Like the lanes on the road. Strange, I know. My parents are strange people." He said, his face disappearing as he out the phone up to his ear and walked a took a few steps towards the door and looked out one of the little windows beside it. I felt Simon's hand on my back, rubbing it comfortingly as I stared blankly at where he once stood. Then, I remember it was Simon touching me, and my heart accelerated even more. I felt like I was going to faint. I tried to calm down. I tried to focus on anything but Simon's contact and this stranger's name beside me. But all I could hear was my heart thudding and my breathing getting heavier. And soon, it all went quiet and I felt my knees give way beneath me.