The only exception // Levi Jones

7

Abi

A small frown appears on my face as I see the person standing in front of me is not my mom or my dad, but Levi.

" Hang on a second, how the fuck did you get into my house?" I ask with a confused expression on my face.

As he opens his mouth to reply but I cut him off." And how did you know my parents wouldn't be here?" I say, making it fairly obvious that I'm annoyed.

" Sorry- I just came to hang out, and I saw the car wasn't in the drive so I assumed they were away" he says cautiously, stepping away from me slightly.

" Sorry, it's fine, I'm just having a bad week." I apologise, offering him a small smile.

" I get it, don't worry." He says awkwardly.

" Oh um, come in" I say, stepping aside and shutting the door behind him. 

Levi shuffles over to my bed and sits on it, looking slightly uncomfortable with the whole situation. " You play?" He asks, pointing to my purple fender acoustic guitar in the corner of my room, as I sit cross legged opposite him.

I sigh, thinking of all the times that Calum played that guitar for me and the countless hours he spent teaching me. " Yeah I guess" I say, shrugging my shoulders at him.

" I didn't know you played"

" There are a lot of things you don't know about me Levi" I say bitterly, turning my head to stare out the window.

" sorry, mind if I play it?" He asks, looking at me nervously.

" Sure, whatever" I say softly.

He picks up my  guitar by the neck and places it on his lap as he sits back down on my bed.

He places his fingers on the strings and begins to strum a familiar tune.

  I thought that I've been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

Levi sings along to his strumming in perfect time. He has a really good voice, he didn't strike me as the singing type so I'm pleasantly surprised.

He suddenly stops strumming and puts the guitar down on it's stand in the corner of my room.

" So where are your parents?" He asks suddenly, catching me off guard.

I'm slightly unsure as to what I should say.

" Out of town" I tell him, slowly, trying to make myself sound believable.

" Well obviously" he says in a sassy tone, making me giggle.

" But seriously, why you been down this past week?" He says, pressing on the issue.

" I'm fine" i give him the typical reply to ' are you ok?' Hopefully hinting that i want him to leave it alone.

" No you're not" he tells me sounding slightly annoyed at my stubborn attitude.

" i said i'm fine levi" i snap, rolling my eyes at him.

he's been so caring and friendly and all i've been is rude. i feel really bad about it but i'm not really sure if i can trust him enough to tell him everything. the last time i opened up to someone, they left and never spoke to me again.

i don't want that to happen . i cant have my heart snap in two again.

" No you've fucking not abi, i care about u, and i know that you are far from fine." he yells, before shrinking back down and looking at me apologetically.

" i dont want to talk about it" i tell him, putting my head in my hands and try to get rid of the grow pains in my head.

" why abi do u have be stubborn, abi he yells, tugging at the ends of his hair.

"because i i dont know, im sorry " i say putting my head in my hands.

I really wish I could tell someone, I need to be able to trust someone enough that I can open up to them.

" Levi, don't take it personally, I just have a hard time trusting people." I tell him, with my back still facing him.

"What can I  do to help you trust me?"

" I don't know ...."

" Think on it, in the meantime I'm always here fore you when you need me." He says before standing up and leaving the house.

I sit there slightly bewildered. I don't like being shouted at, it just reminds me of when dad used to shout at me when I was younger.

I remain on my bed, thinking about everything, something I  have a bad habit of doing.

Before I know it I have tears silently running down my cheeks and falling into the bed sheets beneath me.

I scream into my pillow in frustration at myself. Everything is my fault. My parents left because of me, my brother died because of me, Levi hates me and it's all my fault.

God damn it Abigail, why do I  have to mess everything up all the fucking time.

Finally gathering the energy, I stand up and put my pyjamas on before doing my teeth and crawling into my bed. I turn the light off and close my eyes, hoping tomorrow will be a better day.