Running For Miles | ✓

54 ➳ Forever And Always

RUNNING

FOR  MILES

I love long car rides.

The music and the fresh air seem to take me somewhere else, especially when I have headphones in, and its completely quiet, except for the soft humming of the car moving and other vehicles beside it.

I also believe it's something to do with the change of senary, how the wooded forest that is Dayton Lakes seems to disappear and instead be surrounded by millions of different houses and buildings which is Dayton City; but then it turns into pretty much nothing as the houses become scarce and the grass on the sides of the roads starts to mix with sand.

But there is one thing that I hate about car rides and that would have to be Lakyn Westbrook and Lila Hayes. Once again, their god-awful singing had disturbed the peace of the car and damaged my poor eardrums.

Two and a half hours were way too long to be listening to their racket but Hale seemed to keep me sane as he reassured me everything was going to be okay and that they would regret singing that loud as later they would have sore throats and headaches.

Today was exhausting, to say the least. Its Friday which means that's its only two or well three days till Monday, the day that I will have no choice to get rid of my friends and my perfect boyfriend.

I have stayed at Hale's place the last few nights as ever since Boston and I's encounter in the girl's bathroom I've felt uneasy, drained, and depressed.

Hale is normally slow and not the greatest at reading some situations so I was really surprised when he had cuddled up to me last night and asked what has been on my mind. All I wanted to do was come clean and tell him all about Boston and how he's back and making me do something that I'm going to regret.

But I couldn't. The words just would come out of my mouth, when I had tried to tell him or well warn him about what I was about to do, to not only him but Lila and Lake as well.

Instead, I decided to come clean about my mother. I told him everything about her, from the start to well the end. Hale didn't say much, I mean what was he supposed to say? Instead, he held me and let me shed a few tears, while he promised he was here, that I was going to be okay and as long as I was by side nothing would hurt me.

As he would be there to protect me, from everything and anything.

But what he didn't know was that the tears I was letting fall out were not due to my mother, well maybe one or two, but instead it was due to how much I love him and how much I don't want to break up with him.

The thought breaks my heart, over and over again. It hurts too bad, the thought of losing him, the thought of him hating me and wanting nothing to do with me. It hurts because I love him so much and I don't want to be without him, believe it or not, but it's the last thing I want to happen.

I've barely been with this boy that long but he has shown me so much love and care that I haven't seen or well felt in years. When Boston stopped showing me love I thought that I would never feel it again, I also forgot what he had felt like... until Hale.

By the time the other two and a half hours went by we found ourselves driving past the wooden, pastel blue sign that, that still stood strong in the same place as it was last time, it read out, 'Welcome to New Haven'.

It was so comforting knowing that I was now four hours away from Boston Kain, it was as if I could relax and take a deep, breath of fresh air, instead of being on edge all the time and holding my breath due to the thought of Boston watching my every move.