Shadow

Louisa Fletcher is not your average 21 year old university student. She has secrets, a complicated past that has made her build a strong outer shell, not letting anyone close enough to properly get to know the depths of her. Tyler Mitchell however, has had a troubled childhood and is struggling to find his way in his life. But, he has a secret, one so big it could cause serious turmoil if it were to ever come out. He's determined to keep it hidden, but will the untold truths between these two mysterious souls drive them apart, or will they manage to let one another see who they really are? Find out by reading Shadow.

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20. Chapter Twenty.

Louisa

 

People deal with heartbreak and hurt differently. Some hit rock bottom - crying every night, not eating, not knowing what to do with themselves. Others fake on a smile and pretend it never even happened. I happened to be the second type of person, which I didn't have anything against.

I'd thrown up three times that night Faith brought me back to our dorm. The first time was because the thought of Tyler doing this to me made me throw up all the food I'd had before, the second time because of his loving words replaying themselves in my head over and over until I couldn't stand it anymore, and the third time cause I felt so sick of crying for hours on end.

So, I'd hit my rock bottom and I wasn't going to let myself stay there. I'd been piling myself up with work, taking on more assignments I probably should have, but at this point, I didn't care. I just needed to get Tyler out of my head, and working hard every day seemed to be doing it. 

I'd also been searching for a job, since I needed the money and I could use another distraction. Tyler had called me so many times I'd had to restart my phone, left more texts I could remember, so eventually I ended up blocking his number. Thankfully, I hadn't seen him around, being careful not to go to the places I knew I'd bump into him. 

My fingers tapped the keyboard on my laptop at high speed, the words for my assignment pouring out. 

''Louisa?''Faith said at my door, and I looked up at her, momentarily stopping my fingers from tapping.

''What's up?''I asked, my eyes going back to the screen in front of me.

I felt my mattress sink as Faith sat next to me. 

''What are you doing to yourself?''she asked quietly.

''What are you talking about?''I looked at her, and she seemed sad, her hands in her lap.

''Look at yourself. Look at the bags under your eyes and the state of you. It's not healthy to work this much, and you've got to give yourself a break,''she spoke, her eyes portraying genuine worry.

''I'm fine, Faith. You know why I work all the time, it helps me to deal with it,''I replied, not wanting to admit to myself what she was saying was the truth.

''This isn't dealing with it, that's the problem! What you're doing is shoving the issue away and burying yourself in work. You're doing the opposite of dealing with it, Louisa,''she said before leaving the room, leaving me to sigh and wonder how the hell I'd got my life so fucked up, again.

 

Tyler

 

I'd left about a thousand texts and voice messages to Louisa, all of which, she didn't reply to. I'd almost ran after her that night in the hospital, but my mother had held me back, saying to give her time. That's what I'd done, given her time, but that didn't mean she'd talked a word to me since she found out 3 weeks ago.

It's funny how 3 weeks can seem like a whole infinity. I hadn't got any sleep, and I'd hit the walls in my bedroom more times I could count. The wallpaper had gotten damaged, but I didn't really care. It helped me to deal.

I knocked on Louisa's dorm door, my stomach in nervous knots. I knew I looked horrible, with black bags under my eyes due to the lack of sleep and red circles around my eyeballs.

Faith opened the door, her facial expressions instantly turning to anger.

''Please, just hear me out,''I pleaded, and Faith scowled, obviously wanting me to leave.

''She doesn't want to talk,''Faith said, her voice cold.

''I need to-fuck, I just have to talk to her, okay?''I was running out of things to say to make Faith get Louisa to speak to me.

''Maybe you should have thought about the consequences before betraying her,''she slammed the door in my face, and I sighed of frustration and anger, towards myself.

Everything Faith had said was true. I was an asshole and I deserved Louisa not talking to me. 

I stormed out, my body full of rage, towards myself. 

 

-

 

Blurry. Everything was blurry and tilted, like I was hanging upside down like I used to do when I was little. I could smell smoke, the heaviness of the scent in my nostrils making me cough and I thought I saw blood on the floor, but I couldn't make anything out of the extreme fog.

I tried to get up, but the pounding in my head made it too difficult. My eyes couldn't focus on a damn thing, so I shut them and rubbed my hands on my eyes.

''You okay, bro?''a voice next to me spoke, and finally, I saw a tall man figure leaning in next to me, his face still blurry.

''Where am I?''I inquired, groaning after, since the heavy pounds in my head were only getting worse.

The man next to me just laughed and grabbed me by my arms, dragging me out wherever I was. There were people all around us, some grinding against each other and others chugging down alcohol or anything else illegal.

I finally got to breathe in fresh air, my lungs thanking me immensely. I noticed blood all over my knuckles, and I felt my lips sore and swollen. 

I looked around, but nothing I saw was familiar. There was a medium height building next to us, where I'd just got dragged out of. People were laughing against the walls, some smoking. 

''Where am I?''I asked again, realising the man hadn't left and was smoking a cigarette next to me. 

''At a house close to Washington,''he spoke simply, not diving into details. I wanted details.

''How did I get here?''I inquired in confusion, looking around for any signs.

''One of the guys must've brought you,''he threw his cigarette to the ground, stepping on it with his foot.

''I need to get out of here,''I mumbled, walking towards the highway, hoping to find my car parked somewhere.

''Wait,''he said from behind me, and I stopped.

''Your car is probably still back at the club,''he spoke, crossing his tall arms by his chest.

I cursed in frustration, wanting to get out of here.

''I have a car,''he said out of the blue, and he rose an eyebrow to me.

I debated taking him up on the offer and letting him drive me back to the city, or finding a different way to leave. The first choice was definitely less time consuming, but then again, I didn't know the guy and for all I knew, he could take me somewhere completely else and rob me from all I had. 

Ah, fuck it.

I nodded and he led the way to a grey truck, the leather seats having lived their time, the foam was sticking out of them at many places, it looked like someone had stabbed the cushions with a knife. 

I hopped in, my headache only severing and I shut my eyes for a second, seeing stars in the darkness.

He started driving, and the wind instantly hit my face. 

''Were you one of the guys who brought me here?''I spit out the question I'd been aching to ask.

He just chuckled.

''Don't you think I would have told you that by now?''he shook his head from laughter, which was not helping my head one bit.

''So, what's happened to you?''he asked randomly, and I turned my head to face him.

''What makes you think anything has?''

''Only people with fucked up lives ever come down there, so spill it,''he spoke, and expected me to tell him my life story. Not happening. 

''Why should I tell you anything?''

I was acting bitter, but I had no reasons to be happy right now, even if the guy didn't deserve it.

''Have you not realised I am driving you back home?''

I groaned, again.

''I was with a girl and I messed up pretty bad.''

Images of Louisa bursting into tears at the hospital flashed through my head, the image of her running away from me, as far as she could. I felt a rush of pain shoot through my body.

''Haven't we all? Girls want so much nowadays, fancy restaurants, fancy dates, the list is never ending,''the man sighed, and I wanted to argue, saying that wasn't how it was, but I had no energy.

After a while of silence and only the whistle of the wind being heard, we made it into the city again and he parked the truck near the club.

''Thanks for the ride,''I said shortly, and he nodded before heading off.

I walked over to my car, and prayed I still had my keys in my pocket. Thankfully, my fingers soon came to contact with the dangling metal and I drove to the boys house.

 

Short chapter, but I hope you enjoyed! I also hope all of you had a wonderful Christmas and that you have an even better New Years Eve! All the love x

 

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