Love Doesn't Come Without Pain

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~Prologue~:



“It doesn’t feel like a relationship and we don’t see each other a whole lot, and

when we do, we hardly talk.” He said.

Those goodbye words broke my heart and inside my chest, where the heart is

supposed to be, was darkness. A black whole consuming my entire body, tearing my

insides into little pieces, was taking over and all I felt for ages was pain.

I grew accustomed to the pain and sometimes I couldn’t feel it, but when I was

alone hiding in my room afraid to come out, the thoughts and memories came rushing

back. Forgiveness. Forgiveness wasn’t easy and especially now since I’ve suffered. All

because of you, I have died inside my own soul. I’ve lost my life.

But love doesn’t come without pain.

~Mylee’s P.O.V~



I see him coming at me, quick on his feet, shuffling past other

students that stand in his path. For the past two or so months, I’ve

been avoiding him and he did the same to me, so it works perfectly. I

don’t think I can stand being around him anymore, and the fact that he

is heading straight towards me, is scaring me and I feel the pain I am

so accustomed to come back into my heart.

He comes right up to me, centimeters away, and doesn’t hesitate

as he slips a hand around my neck and pulls me into him softly. He

places his lips on mine, needy. I don’t even have time to react or

register what he is doing in front of the whole student body on the last

day of school, before summer. Brett pulls away and looks into my eyes,

waging my reaction. I don’t like the fact that he, of all people, thinks he

can come up to me and mess up everything I have accomplished in the

last few weeks. I have tried so hard to forget him, to get over him, but

that is easier said then done. Brett is everything I ever wanted and I

am surprised I found him in this new school of mine.

“What the hell was that, Brett?” I scream making even more

people look at me. As much as I want him back, I can’t go through the

hurt and pain again; I don’t think I can handle the thought. Brett’s

cheeks flush a bright pink on accident and he looks down quickly,

trying to hide the obvious embarrassment. He is sad, I can tell that

much.



“Sorry, Myles, I thought maybe, umm… you would've wanted

that?” He doesn’t look up at me when he says this.

“I haven’t even talked to you since YOU broke up with ME two

months ago and you of all people know I don’t like doing stuff like

that!” I shout again, trying my hardest not to let all the anger I had

built up over time pour out right now, but it doesn’t work and I can’t

contain myself any longer. It feels good to let it out, like releasing the

air from a tight balloon, but I also feel regret in the pit of my stomach

for yelling at Brett. But I do have a germ issue and don’t ever do the

usual “dating things”. I never kiss anyone, never hold hands, or ever

get real close to anyone. I hug, sure, but kissing is very different. It is a

completely new level in my mind and I don’t like the view from that

height. Now that I think about it, Brett just stole my first kiss away from

me! “What the hell was going through your mind thinking you can do

that or that I want you to?” I ask him only waiting a millisecond before

taunting him farther. “Huh?”

“Look, Myles, I never got over you and trust me I tried for so long

to just forget everything between us but I couldn’t. I failed miserably

and that hurt me a whole lot. John also told me you still liked me…” I

cut him off despite the fact that what he is saying is true.

“Oh, and you believe what everyone tells you? That’s retarded

and stupid, Brett!” Everyone is stopping in the hallway, waiting for

more action, and staring. Soon my sister, Kori, will come into the hall



where I stand talking to Brett. John, no doubt, will be walking by her.

They are dating and as much as I don’t want anyone to know, Kori told

John that I had been sulking around since Brett broke up with me. Kori

always tells me to tell Brett how I feel but I am never courageous

enough to show my true feelings for anyone, even if I like him a whole

lot more than I have ever liked anyone in my short-lived fifteen years. I

just don’t admit to having feelings or any emotions toward anyone.

“Look, Myles, Kori’s been talking to me too. She wants you to

stop beings so dang depressed all the time. I don’t know if I am the

person to make everything right in your life again, but I pray to God

that I am because I want you so much, Myles. I don’t even know what I

was thinking when I broke up with you. I am running from the feelings

that only you made me feel.” I see Kori and John step into the huddled

pile of people; it is as if our discussion is all of their business, which it is

not in any way. Kori catches my eye and I glare menacingly at her, she

gives me the thumbs-up sign. I look back to Brett who is waiting

impatiently, I might add, for me to say something, anything.

“I don’t care. Brett you basically made me the worst Mylee

known to man. You hurt me and I don’t know if I can forgive you for

that right now or ever.” I tell him throwing my arms up defiantly. Brett

kisses me again, all of the sudden, backing me up against the wall. He

breaks away and places his forehead on mine.



“You can’t honestly say you don’t feel something for me, can

you?” I am harder to get through then most people. If he wants me

back, I am not even sure I can deal with him now; it is going to take

more than some talking and taking away my first kiss.

“I don’t know what I feel anymore, especially towards you. My

rides here, lets go Kori.” I shout to my sister and leave Brett standing

at the concrete wall looking depressed. He bangs his fist against the

wall as Kori and John kiss goodbye. Brett takes my arm and spins me

around before I have a chance to get out of his reach.

“Please, give me a chance.” He begs.

“You had your chance and you ruined it. Get a life, Brett. You’re

not going to hurt me again.” I forcefully pull my arm away from his

grasp and get into my Granny’s van. Brett slumps to the floor while my

back is turned, in defeat. He holds his face in his hands. John walks up

to him and says something that I can’t make out, but Brett just shakes

his head not looking up at him. I lean against the van door and a few

tears try slipping down my cheeks but I won't let them, I don’t cry over

any one or thing. Kori gets into the van and I look at her full on.

“Thanks, a lot. That’s a perfect way to end my freshmen year in

a new school!” I hiss quietly but loud enough for her to hear the venom

leak behind every syllable.



“I’m sorry, but he wants you back, Mylee, and I know you want

him too. Give him a chance!” She pleads, on behalf of her boyfriend’s

best friend.

“You of all people should know that is not the way to go!” I say a

little louder than necessary.

“Girls, that’s enough.” My Granny says lightly. We hush and my

other sister, Kristal, who’s a year younger, turns around from in the

front seat.

“So, guess what!”

“What?” I ask perking up a little to sound interested.

“It’s summer at last!” She bursts into fits of laughter and I can’t

help laughing along with her despite all the other stuff that seems to

dominate my every waking minute right now. Kristal has an easy way

of life that I admire and wish upon myself.

***

~Brett’s P.O.V~

“You still gonna go talk to her dad later?” John asks me while I

am hunched over on the cement disappointed in the fact that I have

waited too long to tell Mylee how I feel even though I didn’t get the

chance to tell her that she is the love of my life, the only girl I want,

the girl I need more than anything. Mylee is everything I dream of and

usually I don’t think about that stuff but when Mylee and I were over, I

had to figure some things out. One of which is the simple fact that she



is better than all the girls in our world, I won't find anyone easier to

talk to, easier to kid around with, easier to be close to although she

has her limits, which I respect. She is everything I have ever hoped to

find in life, lucky enough to find her soon, stupid enough to wreck it

before we even started to actually date.

“Yeah, I’m not giving up on her. I need her more than I need air

right now.” I sound desperate and I don't like that, but Mylee has that

effect on me.

“Trust me; she needs you as well even if she doesn’t think so

right now. Mylee’s stubborn and likes to fend for herself. She’s

different than any other girl I’ve met, besides her sister of course.”

John laughs lightly at his joke but it doesn’t make me an ounce happier

with myself.

“I know she’s different, that’s why I love her as much as I do.” I

tell him truthfully. We’ve talked about it before. I have total trust in

him that he won’t tell Kori or anyone else.

“You need to tell her, Brett.” He tells me, like always, but I never

get the chance or I wimp out. I can’t believe how much a girl can

change someone, but Mylee isn’t just any girl, she’s my girl and I have

to get her back.

“I know that and I will even if she rejects me again.” I haven't

noticed before, but almost everyone in my whole school, not just my



grade or Mylee’s, have stayed after to watch the little scene I had

pulled in a desperate attempt to get Mylee to listen to me.

“You’ll get her, no doubt.” Someone says from behind me. “But

look on the bright side; you gave her her first kiss!” He laughs aloud,

thinking his statement is the funniest in the world, but it isn’t funny to

me, nothing is right now. I have one thing on my mind and that’s it. I

realize it is Max, another good friend, who’d say this.

“There isn’t a bright side yet.”

*** ~At the House~…

~Mylee’s P.O.V~

I am just about to go into a peaceful slumber when I hear our

front door open and close. My eyes remain closed, willing myself to go

to sleep. It is around 7:30 and I have a terrible headache from all the

end of the school year drama, although I took Tylenol, it doesn’t help

at all. All I want is for Saturday to come so I can go to my best friend,

Emma’s house. She went to a different school than me and so all we

have are the weekends to hang out. I had moved the second semester

to my new school, but our friendship didn’t end. My door opens and

someone takes a step inside our cooled off room.

“Hey,” my dad says walking over to mine and Kristal’s bunk beds

that I am motionless on. “Someone’s here to see you, Myles.” He says

softly. I turn away from him, facing the wall, and grunt, not wanting to



get up. I mean, hey, it’s summer now, let me rest! “Get up, now!” He

yells; there is no way I can't hear his voice ringing in my ear.

“Okay, okay.” I say as I roll off my bunk bed and land on the

carpeted floor. I walk into the living room, following my dad, and I am

met with the same blue eyes that I have grown to love at one point,

but now hate. My dad leaves to go to his room, to give us privacy, and

I turn to do the same when Brett stops me.

“What?!” I whirl around.

“Look, I think we need to talk.” He says lightly, ignoring my harsh

attitude, which is intended to make him leave me alone.

“Oh, so now you want to talk? What about the two months that

you avoided me, huh?” I ask trying not to raise my voice seeing as my

dad is in the room down the hallway, but I fail. I unlock the side door

and step into the cool night air, it is pretty dark, but I don't mind. Brett

switches on the little light and comes out behind me, sliding the glass

door shut behind him.

“You avoided me too, Myles, you can’t put all the blame on me!”

Brett tries to reason with me, but it won't work. I am far too stubborn. I

shrug.

“I can if I want to.” I tell him, the wind blows and a shiver runs

through my entire body. Although it is summer, it gets chilly at night

and I am only wearing basketball shorts and a tank top. Brett wraps his



arms around me, instantly warming me up inside, as he did a few

times when we are dating. I froze.

“Brett, don’t.”

“Why not?” He asks not letting me an inch away from him.

***

~Kori’s P.O.V~

The house phone rings and I pick it up, knowing exactly who it is.

“Hello,” I say into the receiver.

“Hey, baby, what’re you doing?” John asks sounding like usual. I

love absolutely everything about my boyfriend, the way he talks, the

way he walks, his personality, his style, and most importantly how he

loves me. We are made for each other and none of this would have

ever happened if we had stayed in the little town of Greanlin instead of

moving to O’ Riley High School.

“Oh, nothing really. You?” I sigh a little bit for no good reason.

“Same, is Brett at your house?” John wonders. I have no idea

since I have been in my room the whole time we have been home.

“Umm, I don’t know, why?” I ask leaving my room and heading

to my parents’ room. I can just look around but I am too lazy. My dad’s

room is closer than the living room. I knock on the door and hear a

mumbled response, which I take as my entrance into the room. My dad

is lying on his bed reading his Bible to himself, studying for an

upcoming lesson, no doubt.



“Is Brett here?” I ask him with the phone still up against my ear.

“Yeah, he’s talking to Mylee outside.” I am in shock. My dad

would never do something so rash as to let in the person that broke

one of his four daughter’s heart. He is very protective and most people

label him as scary or mean.

“You actually let him come inside after what he did?” I am

completely in shock, and I know he can tell.

“No, I made him explain why he came over here outside of my

house. He has good intentions, Mylee needs someone right now, and I

think its Brett. Although they broke up, I can tell she hasn’t quit hurting

and after having Brett explain, I can tell the feeling is mutual between

them.”

“Oh, okay.” I say walking out of his room and into the living

room, leaving him to study. Through the sliding glass door that leads

outside, I can see Brett holding Myles up against his chest tightly and

whispering into her ear.

“Oh my goodness!” I say into the receiver surprised at what I had

just witnessed between my sister and her beloved ex.

“What?” John asks me anxious.

“Brett is holding Myles like he will kill someone if they get too

close to her; I never knew he liked her that much!”

***

~Mylee’s P.O.V~



“Just don’t, Brett.” I say through a raspy throat and tears that I

have no control over. They are involuntary, but slide down my cheeks

nonetheless.

“Give me a reason, Myles.” Brett whispers into my ear softly,

with his arms still locked around my waist pinning me to him, much to

his delight and my discomfort.

“It’ll hurt too much.” I mumble unwillingly letting him know why I

don’t want this right now.

“What are you talking about, Mylee?” Brett prompts, trying to

get a better answer out of me. I might as well, I thought to myself.

“When you’re gone for good, never to come back!” I tell him

truthfully, relying on the hopes that I will be wrong or he will take

notice to the pain thickening my voice and stop instantly. He still

doesn’t let go.

“I won’t ever be gone anymore, Myles. It hurt me just as much as

it hurt you to be away from each other.” Brett lifts up my chin from

staring at the cemented patio and sees the few fading tears that cling

to my cheeks. He wipes them away as I stand motionless staring into

his bright blue eyes.

“I’m never gonna quit trying to get you back even if you neglect

me a million times a day. I can’t lose you again.” Brett pauses in his

brief speech and looks into my eyes intently. Before he knows what he

is saying, Brett quietly mumbles, “I love you, Mylee Renea.”



Despite myself, my jaw drops and I am gaping at his statement,

unbelieving. He can’t have possibly meant that, right. With my mouth

open and the look in my eyes, Brett notices what he has said for the

first time. My heart drops and I can’t breathe right. My stomach churns

and I am speechless for the longest time in ages. Why did he have to

say that, make everything I had my mind set on jumble around like

dice in a cup. He has successfully confused me to the point of no

return.

***

~Brett’s P.O.V~

“I love you, Mylee Renea.” I say quietly before I can stop the

words from fumbling out of my mouth. I don’t want to tell her like this!

It just happens in the most inconvenient time possible. I didn’t mean to

speak my thoughts aloud today. I was simply repeating it in the

confines of my own thoughts but it accidentally slips out! Myles’ jaw

drops from my confession and I can tell she wants out of my grasp on

her, but I am not going to let go of her now.

I have no idea what to do, though. I can’t deny it, I decide,

because I really do love the girl that stands gaping at me. I’ve never

felt this way before. It all came as a shock to me, the immediate

attraction and overwhelming affection towards her. I don't know what

to say or do, so I stay silent listening to both of our erratic breathing.

***



~Kori’s P.O.V~

“I did not just hear him say that!” I call into the receiver. John is

still on the other end while I am sitting at our kitchen table, in full view

of Myles and Brett. I can hear faintly through the glass door, but I

definitely could hear what Brett had just told Mylee.

“What happened?” John asks anxiously awaiting the latest news

from the hopefully dating best friend and sister. I get up from my seat

to move into my room to lay on the bed, much more comfortable. As

lazy as I am, I like to be comfortable and will go to any length to get

there even if it is ten steps down my hallway!

“Brett just told Myles that he loved her out of the blue. I don’t

think he meant to, though, ‘cus they both seemed pretty darn shocked

about it.” I tell him, explaining in detail what had happens.

“Are you serious?” He asks in disbelief before going on. “I told

him to tell her but I didn’t think he would do it today.” Now it is my turn

to be shocked tremendously. We tell each other everything, but he

keeps his best friend’s love for my little sister a secret!

“Wait, so you knew and you didn’t tell me? Why?” I ask

practically sulking now.

“It’s not my place to tell and you might’ve told Mylee.” He is the

world’s best secret keeper; he won’t tell a soul if they say not to, which

is another reason I love being with him.



“Like she would’ve believed me even if I had told her! She

doesn’t believe anything I say about Brett!” I tell him. Mylee doesn’t

trust very easy which always seem to cause problems.

“True, but still it would’ve been wrong of me to tell you. Hey, I

have to take a shower real quick. Call you at nine.” He tells me. I nod

although he can’t see.

“Alright, bye, love you.”

“Love you too, bye baby.” I hang up the phone in the living room,

total access to Mylee and Brett. Yes, I admit, I am spying but this

concerns my sister! They are just standing there awkwardly not saying

anything at all. Should I go interrupt?

***

~Mylee’s P.O.V~

I look into Brett’s eyes once more, feeling my heart skip a beat

as his shining blue eyes take in the features of my face. For some

reason unknown to me, Brett always looks at me as if he is taking a

mental picture and needs every detail. We have been eerily silent for a

while, and it is getting weirder with every second that passes by.

“I can’t do this, Brett.” I finally admit to him and to myself.

“Do what?” He asks, but I can see the change in the way that he

looks at me. He thought of the worst and I am about to give it to him.

“I can’t act like that changes anything, like I’m not still hurting

inside because I am.” I force myself to tell him. My throat goes dry



instantly and it is hard to speak. I am shaking my head at the same

time and tears prick my eyes.

“I’m not asking you to forget anything, but I wish you could.”

Brett whispers holding me tighter in his arms. “I’m so sorry for

everything that I did, Myles. Please, please just give me a second

chance. I promise I won’t screw it up again. I can’t stand the thought of

going through each and everyday without you.” He confesses. I simply

nod, unable to say anything. I am almost in tears again and I hate

crying, I don’t cry often or ever.

Without hesitation, he pulls my lips to his and kisses me softly

unlike the kiss in the middle of the school hallway. Brett’s arms tighten

around my waist as my hands wound around his neck, deepening the

kiss. On instinct, I pull away from him, feeling my insides crumble in

defeat. Brett doesn’t say anything about it, thankfully. He just looks

into my eyes again.

“Umm, I think you need to go home. It’s getting late.” I tell him

shakily, realizing the darkness close around us.

“Okay, can I text you tomorrow or come see you?” He asks still

not loosening his death grip on my itty-bitty waist. I shake my head

already seeing the disappointment form in his eyes.

“I’ll be at Emma’s all day long. I’m spending the night

tomorrow.” I inform him of my plans that I am not in any way willing to

change.



“Okay, well I guess I’m gonna go then.” I nod to him and wait for

him to walk back into the house so that I can watch the stars come out.

Instead of going in immediately, he kisses me on my forehead.

“This doesn’t mean we’re dating again. I still haven’t fully

forgiven you.” I notify him and he nods. Brett kisses my cheek sweetly,

but although it is sweet, it doesn't mean I welcome it. He is really

pushing his limits with the touchy-feely stuff. I am a freak like that, no

germs!

“I love you, Myles.” I definitely don’t do the “I love you”. No one

has ever said it to me before and the one guy that I fell hard for, broke

up with me, and now is trying to win me back says it. I can’t stop the

flutter in my stomach when he says it though.

“Bye, Brett.” I say, motioning him to turn around and exit

through my house. He nods once again and opens the glass door

separating us from the inside world. Brett walks quickly through my

living room and kitchen to get to the front door and out to his truck. I

don’t move towards the house. Instead, I stay outside sitting on our

bench, and stare out at the darkening sky kind of like my heart,

growing darker by the hour.

My cat jumps up into my lap and I begin petting her soft coat of

fur. She is a mixture of colors, once all white with blue eyes, and now

brown, black, white, and a hint of grey. “Hey, Marshmallow.” I whisper



into her cat ears. Looking to the stars, I start thinking and thinking

never does me any good.

***

~Kori’s P.O.V~

I walk out of my bedroom and into the kitchen. Brett is hurriedly

making his way through the kitchen, alone. I start to wonder how it

went after I left so I catch up to him right before he hops into his truck

and drives off. “So,” I prompt raising my neatly trimmed eyebrows.

Beauty is everything to me, unlike Mylee who doesn’t care what people

think of her. Something I greatly wish I had been gifted with, the ability

to be yourself and not care what others think, I have always been a

little envious of her on that aspect.

“I don’t know if it worked.” Brett tells me disappointment

caressing his voice, a sigh escaping his lips. He runs his hands through

his blonde hair frustrated.

“What’d you say to her?” I ask softly, not wanting to upset him

before I have gained any more knowledge about where they are

heading in the near future.

“I accidentally told her that I loved her,” he looks down to the

cement beneath our feet and I place a comforting hand on his arm.

Brett continues, “All she said was that she can’t do it. She doesn’t

forgive me, I don’t even know if she trusts me at all anymore. I

screwed up horribly and now I’m paying for it.” Sadness crept through



Brett’s soft voice. He really does love my sister, now to get her to

actually believe him will be the hard part.

“Myles doesn’t trust very easily, you should know that.” Brett

nods, still sad. “She definitely doesn’t forgive easily either. Ever since

our mom died, she’s held in all of her emotions and feelings. She’s

different from anyone else in the world, and right now, she’s very hurt.

Myles is always thinking about our mom, she can’t help it. Most people

think it’s wrong of her to keep it all tucked up inside her, but that’s

how she copes with her pain. After you broke up with her,” Brett

flinches when I say this. “She tried hiding her hurt and pain but every

one of us could see right through her. We’ve had many years of

practice, but sometimes she can still seem like she’s fine when actually

she’s dying inside. Every time anyone would mention your name or say

something small about you, Myles would almost cry from the pain

harboring in her chest. You broke her heart, she fell head over heels

for you, but Myles never let one single tear fall for you or anyone else.

Mylee is a strong girl and she can handle most things, but she’s hurt

and you caused that pain. That’s why you need to keep trying to get

her to listen to you when you tell her that you love her or that you’re

sorry. Brett, you can’t give up on her. I know she has all of our family

to rely on but that might not be enough, she’s getting somewhat

distant and doesn’t talk as much. I don’t want to lose my sister and my

parents don’t want to lose their daughter. If you don’t show her that



it’s okay to be emotional and feel something towards other people she

might break down for good and never believe that love is possible. You

have to make her see it, Brett. Mylee needs you even if she doesn’t

realize it; even our dad can see it in her. Myles needs someone, please,

Brett, don’t give up on her again.” I am almost in tears but I quickly

regain myself. Brett is shocked at everything I had just told him. He

nods.

“I promise I won’t leave her ever again. I want her so bad and it

kills me that she doesn’t see it.”

“You’ll have to make her see it then.” I tell him and Brett nods,

getting into his truck, and waving bye as I walk back inside the house.

Myles is still sitting outside in the darkness on our little white bench

with Marshmallow curled up against her. I walk out to her and take a

seat beside my little sister.

“You alright, Myles?” I ask uncertain. She has her hands covering

her entire face so I can’t see anything behind her hands. She shrugs

and lifts up her face to look at me pathetically. Tears are rolling down

her cheeks. I am worried at first.

“I don’t know what to do,” Mylee croaks weakly.

“Do you love him, Myles?” I ask softly. She shrugs again and

sighs deeply anger feeling inside of her.

“How am I supposed to know? I don’t know for goodness sake!”

She cries shaking a little bit.



“How about you come inside.” I ask getting up from the bench

and heading to the sliding door. Mylee shakes her head no and stays

seated.

“No, I’m gonna stay out here for a bit longer.” She tells me.

“Okay, well I’ll be in my room if you need me.” I turn around and

take a step inside before turning back. “Love you, sis.” I don't hear a

response as I walk inside into the confines of my messy room. I am

overwhelmed with all that has happened today and sleep overtakes my

body as I fall limp on my bed. I wonder how Myles feels, seeing as I

only got the second hand of the whole day, not the total shock.

***

~Mylee’s P.O.V (10) ~

I stay outside for a long time it seems. I am counting the stars

and thinking about Brett and everything he’d said to me today, all of

his words rushing back like a tidal wave.

“I never get over you and trust me I tried for so long to just

forget everything between us but I can’t. I failed miserably and that

hurt me a whole lot.” I don’t know if I would ever be able to trust Brett

again. Before he had dumped me, I had total trust in him, but the

instant his breakup words came flying out of his mouth; my trust

vanished along with the relationship.

“You avoided me too, Myles, you can’t put all the blame on me!”

He is right, of course. It made it all the easier to get over him when we



don’t have to talk. It hurts too much to even think about talking to him

seriously and so I don’t.

“I won’t ever be gone anymore, Myles. It hurt me just as much as

it hurt you to be away from each other.” It seems like he had said this

from the heart, but I can’t be positive. I doubt Brett hurt as much as he

had hurt me.

“I’m not asking you to forget anything, but I wish you can. I’m so

sorry for everything that I did, Myles. Please, please just give me a

second chance.” He had practically begged for my forgiveness, but

forgiveness is a hard thing to give. I don't think I am ready to forgive

him just yet, or ever.

Brett had spoken his feelings aloud for the first time. Even when

we are dating, he never said words that came close to what he had

said today. I still had doubt in my heart and my mind, doubt that won’t

easily go away. Brett had dumped me before; he can easily do it again

even though he says he won't. People lie all the time.

*** ~The next morning~…

The bright rays of sun that filters through the blinds woke me up

before my erratic alarm clock went off. I am getting up early on a

Saturday so I can be sure to be ready by the time Emma gets to my

house. She is planning to get to my house at ten O’clock.

I walk into the kitchen, hungry. My dad and step mom are gone

to work already, seeing as it is eight-twenty when they usually leave at



six. No one else is up. It's just me and the house to ourselves. I grab a

bowl of cereal and hurriedly choke down the quick breakfast. I still ness

to take a shower and do all the early morning necessities.

I am done with my shower in forty-five minutes and decide to let

my hair dry into its natural curly state. I brush my teeth, apply a touch

of makeup, and throw on some light faded holy jeans and a deep

purple tank top, accenting my green eyes. I lace up my brand new

black converse and put on my jewelry. I watch random TV until about

nine-forty.

When I walk into my large front yard, I see Brett’s red truck

parked in my empty driveway, in front of the basketball goal. I sigh

heavily; I can never get away from this boy even if I want to.

“What are you doing here, Brett? You know I’m going to Emma’s

house. She’s gonna be here in like ten minutes.” I told him as he walks

over to me from across my driveway. He is in a green button-up shirt

and dark jeans. Brett looks incredibly hot today. His blonde locks of

hair are messy in just the right way and fell over his intense blue eyes

when the wind blew.

“I know you’re going but I wanted to see you before you left.” He

is still approaching me, not quite there but almost. I had to force my

heart not to speed up.

“Yeah, ‘cus it’s been so long!” I sneer sarcastically. Brett

smashes his body close to mine and presses his lips against my lips



softly, delicately. After he stops kissing me, I can breathe normally

again. “You can really stop that, you know!” As I say these words

aloud, my heart makes a pang and I can feel electricity on my lips only

to be touched by Brett.

“I can, but you haven’t stopped me yet!” Brett says smiling and

raising an eyebrow.

“Ever notice that I might not be able to?” I asks, my voice

squealing like a seven year old on accident.

“You haven’t even tried.” He challenges me. He is whispering

into my ear with his hands around my waist, pulling me into him.

“Well, kiss me again and I just might!” I told him, knowing

exactly what he’d do. He kisses me again and I rear back and punch

him in his abs hard. I’m a good hit, learns everything about fighting

from my four brothers.

“Crap!” Brett groans in pain, hunching over holding onto his

stomach.

“I told you I will try and obviously it works!” I smile, laughing. I

am proud of myself.

“That freaking hurt like hell!” Brett yells a little but also laughs

with me slightly.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” I told him, patting his back rather hard. I

laugh again. Brett finally stands up straight and grew inches taller than

me.



“I’m not sure I will.” Brett says and I shrug lightly.

“Oh well, that sucks for you!” I sat down and wait for Emma to

arrive on scene. I lean back on my hands and looks up into the sky,

soaking up the bright sun. I close my eyes lightly and listen to my

surroundings: the birds high up in the trees around my house, leaves

ruffling on the grass, the wind swishing by me, and the cars on the

freeway. Everything is so natural, caught up in the moment.

Brett walks over to me and stands in between my outstretched

hands. Brett places his hand on one of my cheeks softly. I open my

eyes to a beautiful sight, and see Brett looking down at me confused.

“What?” I ask softly, becoming shy.

“I just don’t see how I ever get you in the first place, and then

threw you away like you’re nothing. It doesn’t make sense now. Mylee,

you mean the world to me and I am so sorry that I caused you pain and

made you suffer to find out that I can’t go on without you. I’m so

sorry.” Brett looks as if he will cry any second now. I don’t like the

crying look on him, but as much as I don’t like it, it shows me that Brett

actually cars about something for once.

A silence overtook Brett, but his hand never left my cheek. I get

up from the ground and hug Brett against myself. “It’s okay, Brett,

obviously you hurt as well. We screw each other up and that’s not

something we can easily fix but we can try. We can work on it

together. We have to, I need you, Brett!” My voice broke on the last



sentence and Brett notice the difference. He brought his gaze from the

ground and looks at me. He replaces his hand on my cheek bringing

me closer to him. Our lips meet, and electric shocks ripple through my

body.

Brett broke the silence that had masks what we had reveals.

“This is not how I imagined this trip, but it’s alright with me!” Brett

says with a hint of laughter in his voice. He places a stray strand of hair

behind my ear as he smiles to himself.

“Good for you!” I say not laughing the tiniest bit. I went back to

the ground and pull my knees into my chest, curling up. Brett leans

down to me with a hand on top of my knee.

“What’s the matter, Mylee?” I shook my head, not wanting to

repeat the thoughts that had eerily crept into my mind, forbidden but

there. Brett tore my eyes away from my black converse by the touch of

his finger under my chin, so that now I am looking deep into Brett’s

amazing blue eyes.

“You can tell me anything, Myles, you know that, right?” I did

know that, I can tell it in his voice and the way he glances at me every

few seconds to make sure I am okay. I nod softly, still staring into his

eyes. “Then tell me what’s bothering you.” He prods further.

“I can’t, not today.” I say, tears pricking my eyes, but I don’t let

them fall down my cheeks only to be soaked up by my cotton shirt.



“Why not today?” Brett asks softly, running his hand down my

leg around my ankle. He usually isn’t this concerned about me or my

problems, at least not that I ever notice before. It’s not as if Brett

knows what is wrong and just forgot about it, I had yet to tell him

about today. Today is always hard for me especially, but the whole

family recognizes the loss that today brings back to us.

“Because, today is special!” I struggle to say through my dry

throat. All of the sudden, the thoughts hit me and I can barely breathe

normally. I am breaking down far worse than I ever had before.

“Myles, take it easy. Whatever it is, it will be okay, ‘kay? Just try

to breathe right.” Brett says lightly, trying to get my body to go back to

normal, but as much as I try, it doesn't work and I am on the brink of a

nervous breakdown.

***

~Brett’s P.O.V (11) ~

I am watching the girl I love being hurt over something that I

can’t even fix because she won’t tell me what it is. Mylee is beginning

to hyperventilate, her chest heaving in little gasps. Tears are forming

in her green eyes. Mylee never cries in front of anyone, something is

terribly wrong with her. It is killing me inside knowing that I can’t

change her state or help her in any way. I pull her into my chest and

rock her back and forth like an infant.



“Shh, Myles, calm down!” I whisper in her ear softly. She clings

to my shirt tightly but still sobs. Myles is soaking my shirt with her

tears, but I can’t care less, I just want her to stop crying or tell me what

is wrong.

“Myles, look at me.” I told her and she obeys, taking her head off

my chest and looking up into my eyes while tears still streams down

her cheeks. “Myles, please tell me what’s wrong. You are fine a second

ago!” I told her stroking her tear-stained cheeks. She is about to reply

when we hear a car door slam shut and a pair of feet patter hurriedly

across the front lawn. I don't look to see who it is; I just stare into

Mylee’s soft green eyes willing her to give me an answer. No answer

came.

“What the hell are you doing here? Get away from Mylee, Brett.”

Emma yells instead, walking up to Mylee who is still clinging to my

shirt with all her might. After Emma gets close enough, she can see the

tears on Mylee’s cheeks. “What’d you do to her?” Emma asks me with

venom seeping through every syllable.

“I didn’t do anything! Now if you’d shut up, she is about to tell

me what’s wrong!” I defend myself, not once glancing at Mylee’s best

friend who now stands only a few inches away from Mylee and me.

Emma is staring right at Mylee while Myles stars intently at me.

“Oh crap, you didn’t!” Emma gasps.

“What?” I ask trying to find out how Emma’s brain works.



“You made her think of her mom, it’s been thirteen years since

she died today. You did something to make her remember!” Emma

says in a rush. My jaw drops involuntarily. I knew her mom had died

but I didn’t know it had been that long or that it is the anniversary of

her death today. When Emma says that it’d been thirteen years since

she died, Mylee gasps for air, dry heaving again and I hold her tighter

to me.

“Is that why she is staying with you?” I ask trying to place all the

pieces of the puzzle together. Emma simply nods. A silence swept over

the three of us and I can feel every movement Mylee made since we

are so close. Emma and I are waiting for Myles to become stable before

we talk again. Myles finally took her head off my shoulder and whispers

into my ear sending an electrical current through my entire body. She

is everything to me.

“Sorry,” Mylee whispers. I shook my head denying what she’d

say.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about.” I told her, meaning

what I’d say with all my heart. Emma stands beside me, oblivious to

our interaction. Emma taps me on my shoulder impatiently. I move

back, away from Mylee unwillingly, so that Emma can talk to her.

Emma crouches down to where Mylee is sitting pulling grass up from

its roots.



“Hey, you okay?” Emma asks in the tone of voice you will use

with a child. Mylee just shook her head and looks up into the blue

morning sky with the sun hanging by the clouds.

“You still want to go to my house today?” I am hoping the

answer will be a no, but Myles ness to stop thinking about her mother.

Mylee turns to look at me and brought Emma’s eyes to me as well.

Emma glares at me as usual; I wish she weren’t here right now to take

Myles away from me. I pretend Emma isn’t in my sight. I nod towards

Mylee and mouth “go”.

“Okay, I’ll still go.” Mylee croaks through her seemingly dry

throat. Her voice is barely audible. She stands up and I did the same

walking the two steps to be beside her again.

“Are you packed?” I ask. She doesn’t try to talk; she simply

shook her head no and starts toward her house. I is planning on

waiting with Emma, but Mylee took my hand in her cold one pulling my

along. I look back at Emma; she is just standing in the yard with a look

of disbelief on her face. I guess she never thought Mylee would take

me back.

“



Brett and Mylee have broken up, but can they resist the urge to get back together? Although, Myles, neglects it at first she sees that Brett just might be what she needs. Hehurt her more than anything or anyone could, but maybe the pain made their relationshipstronger. Who knows?

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