Not Your Average Girl

Chapter 22 - Goodbye, My Friend

★ Tori's POV ★

LUKAS LEAVES THE NEXT DAY. 

He packs everything away, his bag filled with clothes that will last him for however long he wants to be gone. Tears pool in my eyes, but not his. I stare at his back and grab his hand. He stops and turns around, facing me.

"Don't go," I say, tears falling on my cheeks.

"I have to," he pauses, "goodbye, my friend." He then pulls his hand from mine and leaves, never looking back. I sink to the floor, sobs taking over my body. He's gone. He's gone. He's gone.

When I'm done crying, my throat hurts from screaming and my stomach hurts from crying. I stand up off the ground, my head filled with everything I can remember of Lukas. His smile, his scar, his hair that fell perfectly over his face. He was such a beautiful boy, haunted by such a mysterious and dark past.

I walk down the stairs and walk down the driveway. Pacing back and forth. It's only been half an hour and I already miss him. It's funny, you don't realize how much you need someone until they're gone.

I walk back inside, feeling only slightly better. I walk to my room and close the door behind me. I then slump back against it. I slide down to the floor and lay my head against the wood. I put my head in my hands and take a deep breath.

He'll be back. I tell myself. He will come back for you. He will say how much he loves you, how much he regrets leaving you. He will hug you tight and whisper in your ear the three words you should have said a long time ago.

I get off the floor, walking to my closet. I put on sweatpants and my favorite sweater of Lukas' that I stole from his room without him knowing. I lay on my bed and try to sleep even though it's 10:00 in the morning. I drift off slowly and of course, my first thought is about Lukas.

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I'm sitting in a dark hallway. I can't see anything and the room smells like floor polish and paint. I try to move from where I am, but I just fall backwards due to the darkness. I hear footsteps and I look in the direction in which they are coming from. The person kneels in front of me, the sun finally starting to shine, casting light on his face.

I instantly recognize the boy, but I can't remember where. Blonde hair, a scar across his rosy cheeks, a sly smile painted on his face.

"Who are you?" I ask.

The boy laughs, his voice ringing out through the halls. "You know me, sweetheart."

"I do?" I ask.

The boy's smile drops like he's sad that I can't remember who he is. "You're lying."

"No. I don't know you." I say. My mind blanking on all memories of him.

"Yeah, you love me."

"I do?"

The boy's lips turn downward into a frown. "If you don't remember me, then you die."

"I don't remember you, but please don't kill me!"

"I have to, boss' orders." He then pulls a gun out of his back pocket. He aims it at me, his blue eyes shining in the light. A smile lighting his face again.