Chapter 7

Yrene's PoV

As a means of escaping my thoughts, thoughts of Nick, I ran. I ran like hell, I ran through the memories, I ran through all the conversations I still vividly remembered.

"I'll protect you." Crap! Utter crap.

"Don't worry, I'll make it all better for you."

Lies. My speed increased and the downpour began washing away the tears undoubtedly streaming down my face.

"I'm here. I'll always be here."

Ha! Lies! White lies! No one stays. They all leave; once they realise just how broken you are, they leave.

"Hey don't cry. You don't look nice like that. What's the matter?"

He never truly cared; it was all for show?

I ran faster and faster till all I could hear were the rain and the wind.

"I won't let anyone hurt you." Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. Because if he meant it he wouldn't have become one of the reasons for my hurting.

I stopped running when I suddenly saw his face; those stormy grey eyes swam in front of my mine, the black hair fell on his forehead messily like it always used to, the black shirt he used to wear clinging to his lean body like a second skin in the heavy rain, the lips as full as I had last seen them and the jaw just as chiseled.

The sight was so vivid I reached out to touch him, to punch him for leaving me hanging like that, for being a coward and accepting whatever his bimbo girlfriend taught him, but my hands closed around air.

I had never asked for more than his friendship, had I? Yes, I had feelings for him, strong feelings but I never asked him to reciprocate them.

I knew anything he felt for me was real too but he never told me what it was because he was scared of the consequences and so he had left. Flown off to Brisbane forever. Without a final goodbye. The falling out hadn't even been that bad for him to completely shut me out, had it? To leave just like that, without a goodbye.

I screamed in frustration as I collapsed on the ground, in the middle of nowhere. And I cried. I cried for all I had lost, for what could've been, I cried because I felt alone and lost. I cried because I couldn't do it at home; my Dad didn't like it when I cried and hence, I was not allowed to. I cried till I my tears became one with the heavy rainfall.

Wiping my face, finally, tired of having sat on the asphalt for so long in the freezing rain which had felt like shards of glass piercing my body, on the back of my sleeve I made my way to the side walk.

Sitting under an awning of some shop with my back against its shuttered door, I lit up a cigarette.

I was almost done with my third cigarette when a car rolled up to where I was sitting and out of the black Audi came out Mr. Drew; a very, very shocked Mr. Drew.

I mentally showed the middle finger to my luck for landing me in this awkward situation and wiping my hands on my black jeans and my face with the sleeve of my top, I stood up.

"Ms. Jones?" He sounded genuinely, surprised and somewhat judgmental as he spoke my name.

Ah look how I had intended to run away from my 'boy problems' only to land into another one.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire they said and leave it to my luck to prove it to me.

Unintentionally, I blew out the last puff of smoke that had collected in my mouth in my potential teacher's direction; sack in his face, causing him to cough and attempt to wave it away.

"Mr. Drew."