Unexpected

• Chapter Forty-Five •

"I wish i were a little girl again, because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken heart."
~Julia Roberts

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I rush down the stairs, pushing my way through the crowds of people intending to make my way straight to the front door.

I faintly here my name being called from the living room where my friends are but I ignore them and keep on running.

I know Abel wouldn't expect me to leave the party on my own so I can count on the fact that he'll look for me all over the house before realising I've left and that gives me time.

I'm only able to run in my wedges for a little bit longer before my ankle almost rolls to the side. I decide to take them off and then continue running on the gravel with my bare feet which obviously isn't a good idea but I'm too distraught to care.

I can't believe Abel would do something like this to me; I thought he truly liked me. Guess I was wrong.

I keep on running straight ahead, ignoring the cold seeping into my bones, the rocks digging into my feet and the tears rolling down my face. I just need to get home and then everything will be okay. I'll wake up tomorrow and it will all be a bad dream. At least, that's what I keep telling myself; but deep down, I know that it's real and the pain I'm feeling right now is also real.

When your going into a relationship especially at my age, adults always tell you to be careful, that you could get hurt. You never believe them; you think they're just saying that because they feel like it. You think that nothing bad will touch your relationship because it's just that great. But reality sucks. Life isn't a fairytale and neither are relationships. It hurts so bad-both physically and emotionally. I feel like my heart is screaming and breaking at the same time.

I wasn't prepared for this. But then again, I guess you never are.

My phone keeps vibrating inside my jacket pocket and I already know that Abel is the one calling me. Well him and my friends if they've noticed I've left. I'm not particularly in the mood to talk to anyone right now so I let them all go straight to voicemail.

I don't exactly know how long I've been running for but it feels like an eternity; my lungs are burning and my feet are sore but I still don't stop. Maybe it's the pain and anger that's driving me to keep on going. It's like I'm transferring that feeling into energy because I know that once I stop moving, it's all going to crash down on me a hundred times more.

The mind is a dangerous place; once I let myself think about it, it'll feel like everything's stopped, like time has frozen. So I keep on running and I just don't stop.

By the time I've reached my house, my body has reached freezing temperatures. Despite running for such a long time, the cold was simply too much for me to fight off.

I can barely feel my toes and hands at this point but that's still the least of my worries.

I shakily take my keys out of pocket and unlock the door before tiptoeing inside.

I quickly check the time and find it to be midnight meaning it took me almost an hour to get here.

Since it's so late, I'm counting on the fact that my parents would be asleep like they normally are.

Unfortunately for me, that doesn't seem to be the case tonight.

I walk past the living and through the kitchen to find my mum sitting at the table with her phone in her hand.

"Keziah, I just wanted to wait up for you and since you're here-" She looks up at my face which probably has my smeared makeup from crying so much and puffy eyes, "Keziah what's wrong?! What happened!"

It's always so easy to fool yourself into believing everything's fine until one person asks if you're okay.

Once again, I burst into tears and cover my face with my hands. My mum rushes over to me and wraps me up in a tight hug while murmuring words of comfort.

Eventually, my tears slow down and she drags me up the stairs and into my room. She helps me take off my make up before taking me to my bathroom to change.

I sluggishly remove my dress and put on my pyjamas. Taking a quick peek at myself in the mirror, I find incredibly bloodshot and puffy eyes staring right back at me. I avert my gaze to the dress on the floor which will somehow always serve as a reminder of this day.

While lazily brushing my teeth, the bracelet on my arm jangles slightly making me think of Abel once again. Of course, more tears threaten to fall but I hold them back and instead remove the bracelet from my wrist.

I walk back into my room and find my mum sitting on my bed with a concerned look on her face.

"Keziah, what happened? Talk to me." She says worriedly.

I climb into my bed and wrap myself up in my duvet before whispering back, "Not right now mum. Please."

I feel her stand up from my bed and come round to my side to give me a kiss on my forehead before softly walking out of my room.

And that's when I let more tears fall.

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A/N:
This was pretty sad and kind of hard for me to write. Expressing such heartache like this can be difficult but I persevered!

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