Kissing the Concrete
Chapter 32: Guess who's laughing
Andy's P.O.V.
As my last period finished, I walked over to Iris' locker to meet her. I was looking forward to see her pretty face and once again be relieved that she was with me and out of danger. She was, after all, the woman I loved.
But when I reached her locker, she wasn't there.
I waited and waited for the longest time, just in case she was late. Then I resorted to texting her several times, asking her were she was and if she was coming anytime soon. No response, and after a few hours of just sitting desperately waiting by her locker, I decided to head home. Iris was gone, and I could feel nothing but hopelessness. I shouldn't have left her alone, not even for a second. Someone was stalking her and I couldn't keep her safe enough not for her to dissapear. I missed her scent, her voice, her smile and the feeling of her head, resting calmly against my chest. She was the love of my life, now she was lost, and I had no idea of when, if ever, I would see her again.
As soon as I got inside the door, I broke down crying. I was a terrible boyfriend, and it made me feel miserable. My heart was broken, and the emotional pain was impossible to endure. Time to get drunk as hell. It was the only way of getting through this day other than just crying myself to sleep.
I brought out the vodka bottle from the cabinet and poured me a shot. It burned in my throat, but it felt good. Suddenly I was reminded of our weekend at the hotel, when she had her first glass. I got increasingly sad and brought out the whiskey bottle instead. Atleast it didn't remind me of her, making the pain more endurable. A glass was poured, straight up, and the liquid was consumed almost as fast as it got there. I poured another glass, and a third one, still feeling the burn from the previous one. The feeling was stinging, but it got my mind off the events.
I decided to lay down for a while and stumbled up the stairs to my bed, still holding the bottle of whiskey and lighting a cigarette as I went. Rarely had I ever felt this intoxicated, but rarely had I ever felt this pain. Making myself miserable was the one way I could numb the feelings of endless love and my breaking soul. Lying down on top of my bed, I blew the smoke out of my mouth, making the particles dance in a hauntingly beautiful motion. I was reminded of the nights we had spent together in the eerie moonlight and tears started falling down my cheeks again, feeling like acid. Never had I felt this numb. But never had I loved a single person more than my Iris.
Iris' P.O.V.
I woke up in the back of a van, my hands tied behind my back and my feet tied together in front of me. The only thing I could think of was that I needed to get out of there. Nothing made any sense to me anymore, everything around me was dark, and I could only kind of see the contours of the inside of the van. How long was I out for? And where were I heading. I slowly turned my neck around, not understanding a thing.
I was guessing that it was nighttime, but I wasn't sure. My watch was behind my back, and I couldn't move. The rough road underneath made the car shake back and forth, making me hit my head badly several times during the trip. Yet despite all this I didn't want the ride to end, because I didn't know what was waiting on the other side. All I wanted was to be with Andy.
The car stopped suddenly and the tailgate opened up. I was right about the night-thing, because it was completely dark outside. All I could see was two dark silouettes, grabbing me and carrying me inside some sort of building.
"Should we just leave her here for tonight?" One voice asked.
"Yeah. We'll take care of her in the morning." Another voice answered. I couldn't help but thinking that the voices were slightly familiar, but I wasn't sure about it. I wanted to be with Andy, and no one else. Drifting off to sleep, I dreamt of his warm embrace and his sweet kisses. Nothing more could I ever desire.
Andy's P.O.V.
I woke up with a headache, and I wasn't sure if it was the booze or the tears. Either way, it hurt like a motherfucker and I wasn't prepared to endure it for long. I went straight to the medicin cabinet and got myself some Advil. But no matter how many painkillers I took, it wouldn't take away the emotional pain I suffered. I was not going to school today, no matter who tried convincing me.
CC called me, trying to cheer me up and get me to go to band practice.
"It's all my fault." I said, telling him what happened. "I never should have let this happen. I'm the worst boyfriend."
"Dude! It's not your fucking fault! Unless you've hired someone to kidnap her, in which case, yes, you are the worst boyfriend."
"Fuck everything. I hate myself right now. I just want Iris back."
"That's what you say after a breakup! I'm sure she'll be okay, she's a strong woman! And she still loves you, so that's a big plus! Now, are you coming to practice or not?"
"I'm not. I'm gonna stay at home, get drunk. I don't want to do anything that reminds me of her."
"Band practice should take your mind off her. And we've got a show coming up!"
"Cancel it. I'm not leaving the house."
"You know what, get drunk all you like. I'll call you back when you're feeling better."
"Well that would be never", I thought to myself as I hung up the phone. Turns out, I had mail. I got out to the box and opened it. This was strange. Unless it's bills, I don't get mail. I guessed it was something stupid authority related. Instead, it was a cream-colored envelope without return adress, just like the ones Iris had received. I opened it and found a cream-colored paper with the familiar handwriting.
Guess who's laughing now? Guess who's fucking laughing now?
I quickly tore the letter to pieces only afterwards realizing that there was something written on the backside of it.
As my last period finished, I walked over to Iris' locker to meet her. I was looking forward to see her pretty face and once again be relieved that she was with me and out of danger. She was, after all, the woman I loved.
But when I reached her locker, she wasn't there.
I waited and waited for the longest time, just in case she was late. Then I resorted to texting her several times, asking her were she was and if she was coming anytime soon. No response, and after a few hours of just sitting desperately waiting by her locker, I decided to head home. Iris was gone, and I could feel nothing but hopelessness. I shouldn't have left her alone, not even for a second. Someone was stalking her and I couldn't keep her safe enough not for her to dissapear. I missed her scent, her voice, her smile and the feeling of her head, resting calmly against my chest. She was the love of my life, now she was lost, and I had no idea of when, if ever, I would see her again.
As soon as I got inside the door, I broke down crying. I was a terrible boyfriend, and it made me feel miserable. My heart was broken, and the emotional pain was impossible to endure. Time to get drunk as hell. It was the only way of getting through this day other than just crying myself to sleep.
I brought out the vodka bottle from the cabinet and poured me a shot. It burned in my throat, but it felt good. Suddenly I was reminded of our weekend at the hotel, when she had her first glass. I got increasingly sad and brought out the whiskey bottle instead. Atleast it didn't remind me of her, making the pain more endurable. A glass was poured, straight up, and the liquid was consumed almost as fast as it got there. I poured another glass, and a third one, still feeling the burn from the previous one. The feeling was stinging, but it got my mind off the events.
I decided to lay down for a while and stumbled up the stairs to my bed, still holding the bottle of whiskey and lighting a cigarette as I went. Rarely had I ever felt this intoxicated, but rarely had I ever felt this pain. Making myself miserable was the one way I could numb the feelings of endless love and my breaking soul. Lying down on top of my bed, I blew the smoke out of my mouth, making the particles dance in a hauntingly beautiful motion. I was reminded of the nights we had spent together in the eerie moonlight and tears started falling down my cheeks again, feeling like acid. Never had I felt this numb. But never had I loved a single person more than my Iris.
Iris' P.O.V.
I woke up in the back of a van, my hands tied behind my back and my feet tied together in front of me. The only thing I could think of was that I needed to get out of there. Nothing made any sense to me anymore, everything around me was dark, and I could only kind of see the contours of the inside of the van. How long was I out for? And where were I heading. I slowly turned my neck around, not understanding a thing.
I was guessing that it was nighttime, but I wasn't sure. My watch was behind my back, and I couldn't move. The rough road underneath made the car shake back and forth, making me hit my head badly several times during the trip. Yet despite all this I didn't want the ride to end, because I didn't know what was waiting on the other side. All I wanted was to be with Andy.
The car stopped suddenly and the tailgate opened up. I was right about the night-thing, because it was completely dark outside. All I could see was two dark silouettes, grabbing me and carrying me inside some sort of building.
"Should we just leave her here for tonight?" One voice asked.
"Yeah. We'll take care of her in the morning." Another voice answered. I couldn't help but thinking that the voices were slightly familiar, but I wasn't sure about it. I wanted to be with Andy, and no one else. Drifting off to sleep, I dreamt of his warm embrace and his sweet kisses. Nothing more could I ever desire.
Andy's P.O.V.
I woke up with a headache, and I wasn't sure if it was the booze or the tears. Either way, it hurt like a motherfucker and I wasn't prepared to endure it for long. I went straight to the medicin cabinet and got myself some Advil. But no matter how many painkillers I took, it wouldn't take away the emotional pain I suffered. I was not going to school today, no matter who tried convincing me.
CC called me, trying to cheer me up and get me to go to band practice.
"It's all my fault." I said, telling him what happened. "I never should have let this happen. I'm the worst boyfriend."
"Dude! It's not your fucking fault! Unless you've hired someone to kidnap her, in which case, yes, you are the worst boyfriend."
"Fuck everything. I hate myself right now. I just want Iris back."
"That's what you say after a breakup! I'm sure she'll be okay, she's a strong woman! And she still loves you, so that's a big plus! Now, are you coming to practice or not?"
"I'm not. I'm gonna stay at home, get drunk. I don't want to do anything that reminds me of her."
"Band practice should take your mind off her. And we've got a show coming up!"
"Cancel it. I'm not leaving the house."
"You know what, get drunk all you like. I'll call you back when you're feeling better."
"Well that would be never", I thought to myself as I hung up the phone. Turns out, I had mail. I got out to the box and opened it. This was strange. Unless it's bills, I don't get mail. I guessed it was something stupid authority related. Instead, it was a cream-colored envelope without return adress, just like the ones Iris had received. I opened it and found a cream-colored paper with the familiar handwriting.
Guess who's laughing now? Guess who's fucking laughing now?
I quickly tore the letter to pieces only afterwards realizing that there was something written on the backside of it.
Notes
I feel like cliffhangers are kind of my trademark at this point. It's mainly a trick to get everyone excited for the next chapter, hehe. I know, I'm evil, right?
Just saying that I have a plan for where I want this particular part of the story to go, and I think you'll like it. Don't know if you prefer reading action-packed mystery thriller-stuff or romance? I like having a bit of both. If you have a preference, comment below. I make this for the readers as much as I do it for myself.
There will be a few more chapters in the future in Andy's P.O.V., just so you know. Hopefully you like them, in which case, get stoked!
Also, 30 subscribers was reached today! This story is going somewhere! I shall update it more the coming three days, I have no reason not to and I want to keep it going.
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4/25/16