New Girl

Kay Brown is a foreign exchange student from America into the school Bradford of Doncaster. Upon arrival, she is surprised to meet three interesting men. The one who decided to help her and make sure she was okay no matter what. The one that plays hard to get but might actually be head over heels. And the one with tattoos that hide all of his secrets below the ink and the black. Their names? Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, and Zayn Malik. What happens when your past keeps you from moving on and your future just seems like a murderer is disguise? Who will she pick? Read New Girl, to find out.


5. Red (part 3) FLASHBACK

It was a crisp December 24,2012. My boyfriend from America, Carter Myers, and I had been laying on my couch near the fire at around 11:30 pm.
"Caroling was nice today. Wasn't it?" He asks, holding me to him as his lips graze mine.
I smile as I lay my head onto his chest,"Just thirty minutes and you can open that present."
I had kept him in suspense for the past three weeks about what I got him. It was in a large red box on the other side of the room. Without my constant reminders, I would've forgotten what was in it myself. Carter and I had been dating for close to a year and a half now and I thought I should do something memorable for him.
"You've got twenty minutes as of now," he smiles,pecking my cheek.
Kaitlyn Myers, it just sounded like it could happen. He was perfect. Straight A student, faithful, loving, athletic...and the list went on. His sandy blonde hair was swept over his eyes and his dark brown orbs stared at me playfully.  The soft buzz of music played behind us and the fireplace continued to flicker as he rolled his fingers through my hair.
“Kaity Cat?” he asks, sitting up as he grasped my hands in his and brought our foreheads together.
“Yeah?” I answer, looking at him with my love-drunk eyes.
“I love you,” he smiles, crying a little as he pulls me into a deep embrace.
I don’t know why I didn’t respond. I just couldn’t. I should’ve. I should’ve answered him. I should’ve said something.
“Kaity, it’s time,” he sniffles again before wiping away his tears and grabbing an envelope from his back pocket and passing it to me, “Don’t open it until noon. Okay?”
I nodded and passed him his present with a skip in my step and a flutter of my heart, “Here you go, Carter.”
His hands untied the bow and carefully lifted the top off of the box off to reveal a tan and leather brown guitar. His hands shook as he grabbed it and placed it over his heart.
“How much...did this cost?” he whispers, looking at me and then at the guitar.
“It doesn’t matter,” I smile, hugging him close as he walks towards the door.
“I...”he starts, turning before I kiss his cheek.
“Merry Christmas, Carter,” I sing, shutting the door as I grab the envelope and raced upstairs.
Later in the day:
The suspense was killing me. I ripped open the envelope to find a tear stained letter.

“What’s this?” I whisper, picking it up and carefully unfolding it and holding my hands out to be able to read it.
“Kaity Cat,
Oh god, this is hard to write. This is terribly hard to write...-”  I read outloud, starting to get worried.
Let me start with, this isn’t your fault. This was out of my hands the minute it was bestowed upon me. Kaity, you’re perfect. You will find better out there and in time, I will just be a memory. I love you. I really do. It pains me to say goodbye right now but the weight of the world is overpowering-” I continued to read, jumping out of my bed and grabbing my coat.
I was heading over there, right this minute. I sprinted from my room to the my car and jammed my keys into the hole and slammed on the gas. I could get there on time. I could get there on time.
Adrenaline kicked in. I slammed On Star as the woman came on calmly as I screamed.
“Have police and ambulance go to 5678 Shady Shore Drive, right now. I think my boyfriend is trying to kill himself...” I explained, dodging cars as I finally pulled onto his street and buckled it to his house.
I unlocked my car and raced to his door, slamming on the door and backing up when he didn’t answer.
“This is going to be painful,” I whispered, before charging at the door and breaking it down with my side.
Thank God they were already having house problems. I rounded the hallway’s corner and bounded over the steps. He’s alive. I stopped this. I can stop this. My breathe came to a shrill peak as I kicked the his door and splinters ran everywhere. There he was, sitting with a bottle and pills.
“Carter, give them to me,” I whispered, reaching for him before he spun around and looked me straight in my eye.
“You didn’t listen to me. You weren’t supposed to be able to stop me. You disobeyed me,” he hissed, taking another pill and washing it down with a sip of the alcohol.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask, trying to wrestle the bottle away from but not before he grips my arm and pulls me near his face and hissed back at me.
“I am so messed up, Kaity. So messed up,” he cries, getting in my face as he pushes me back and takes another swig of the alcohol.
“I can help you,” I try, reaching for the alcohol but being rewarded with a slap across my face.
“Really?” he asks, showing me slash marks on his wrists and thighs as he leans in again,”I’m beyond help.”
I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as  I stared him down. His collected face was now sunken and deranged with that look that almost killed me. He wanted to die. He wanted to leave me. He wanted to die.
“Anyway, nothing you can do will help,” he frowns, standing as he slips a note onto his collar as he lays down his bed and he hands me a note as well, “Here’s yours.”
“I can’t watch this,” I whispered, grabbing my hair as I ripped myself towards the door where I fall to my knees and weep.
“It’s painless. Just...sing to me. Kaity, sing to me,” he whispers, as I stand and grab his hand.
“I can’t,” I cough, rubbing my eyes.
“Please,” he chokes, looking at me with those deranged eyes.
I took a deep breath and started singing:
“I should ink my skin, with your name.
And take my passport out again,and just replace it.
See I could do without a tan on my left hand,where my fourth finger meets my knuckle
.And I should run you a hot bath, fill it up with bubbles.
'Cause maybe you're loveable,
and maybe you're my snowflake,
and your eyes turn from green to grey,
in the winter I'll hold you in a cold place.
And you should never cut your hair,'cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulder,
And you will never know,
just how beautiful you are to me,
but maybe I'm just in love
when you wake me up.” I sing, holding his hands as I cry into his shirt with balled up fists.
“Thank you,” he whispers,closing his eyes as his head sinks back to the ceiling.
“No. Carter. Wake up. Carter! Don’t do this to me! Carter!” I scream, grabbing his shirt as I try to shake him.
“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up...” I cry, grabbing his face in my hands as I watch the color leave him.
“Carter. Carter...” I whisper, kissing his forehead as I rise and walk to his front door with tears streaming down my face.
He was gone.

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