"Mel," I hated the way he looked at me. I hated everything about him, everything about the way he said my name, and the way...the way he hurt me.
"What?" I said, sounding harsh, and he glanced up and I loved the tears that slowly fell from his face.
"I...mis...I lo....just come home with me please, I've been a wreck-"
"Really Lance? Lance you want to go there? YOU'VE been a wreck? What about me okay? I've been sitting here, waiting, anticipating you coming back to me and you know what? You know WHAT LANCE?! Now that you're back, all I want to do is slam this door in your face? Do you know how much pain I'm in? I've had to turn back to my past, which at one point, was worse than now. Thanks to-"
He grabbed my waist and cut me off mid sentence trying to kiss me, but I was too upset for it.
"NO! NO LANCE YOU CAN'T CONTROL ME BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT I THINK YOU'RE ATTRACTIVE. YOU CAN'T WIN ME OVER BECAUSE- BECAUSE YOU THINK THAT EV-" the room was getting dark...again, and I couldn't control it anymore.
"Babe what-" was all I heard Kyle say before I was on the ground, panting like a dog trying to get everything together.
"I told you stay out of her life, look what you did now," Kyle said ,and I heard the door slam and I could hear Lance banging on the outside, but I didn't care. As soon as I was well enough, I'd move to antoher state, another college, anywhere but here.
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*LANCE'S POV*
"NO! NO LANCE YOU CAN'T CONTROL ME BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT I THINK YOU'RE ATTRACTIVE. YOU CAN'T WIN ME OVER BECAUSE- BECAUSE YOU THINK THAT EV-" the words replayed in my head and I had to talk to her, I had to bang on that stupid hotel door until she opened it again. I could care less if Kyle was in there, tryign to mend her. I wanted to be the one for that. And...did she really mean what she said? I mean ....that ....she thought I was attractive? I mean...I knew that but...but...I just didn't know she still did. I damaged her so much...and yet...she still found me attractive? I'd kick me in the balls if I were her. No..if I were her, I'd come running back into my arms, becuase that's what I wanted her to do. Yet, she was in that hotel room, dying on the floor, and I caused it. Me. I was sitting outside while the love of my life was dying behind the door.
It'd been one lousy summer. I swear, people seem to just grown on you like that. I'd stopped this for her. I'd stopped doing drugs. But here I was, outside the hotel room where I could hear her weasing and coughing and hear Kyle trying to help her breathe, and I was outside, trying to do anything to take my mind off of her.
"Just...don't do it again?"
"I won't babe, you're way more important than those drugs I swear," I swore to her. I coulnd't do it. I couldn't put that joint in my mouth, I just threw it aside like a peice of trash.
"I wouldn't....I wouldn't recommend it for a while," my dad's words replayed in my head after. God, why don't I listen to him? If I really loved Melanie, I'd stay away from her forever, I'd never get involved in her life again. I knew what I had to do, I just had to...leave. She'd have a happier life that way..without me in it.
*Kyle's POV*
I was so done with that jerk. I mean sure, I'd caused Mel pain but I'd finish him when she woke up. I mean sure I only wanted her before because man, does she have a body. But now...the more I think about her and how we used to hang out before I got drunk and did that crazy junk made me want to change for her.
"Hello," I said, pushing the hair out of my face and talking as calmly as I could into the receiver.
"Hello, what's your emergency?"
"My girlfriend...she...she blacked out,"
I gave the woman the adress of the hotel and they came. They came and took Mel and put her on a stretcher. I was scared for her, scared for us.
