Valerie ran out the door, sprinting as fast as she could, tears streaming down her face. She kept playing the horrible scene in her mind over and over again. She had walked into the house, saddened about an audition that had gone wrong. Everything in her life seemed to be going downhill. What she saw next utterly shattered any existing hopeful thought. Nick Carter, her boyfriend of three years, on the living room floor, with another woman. It was in plain sight, he hadnāt even bothered to have any decency in his cheating behavior. There wasnāt even a word spoken, he just glared at her as if she had interrupted something terribly important. Thatās when she ran.
And she ran and ran, until she could barely breathe anymore, tears blurring her vision. She had arrived at her best friend Justinās house, looking for some condolences through someone to talk to. She almost walked up to the door when she noticed his girlfriendās car in the driveway. She bit her lip and walked away, not wanting to become a burden on anyone. She felt hopeless and dejected, seeing the sight that she saw, and now not having anyone to talk to. Tears streamed forth from her bright green eyes, not taking one moment to relax. The depression was too much to handle. She clutched her head and collapsed in the middle of the road, not caring that she had scratched her head on the way down, and sobbed relentlessly.
Thatās when she saw the headlights coming at her, and she moved slowly, realizing how odd she must look sitting on the side of the road. The headlights slowed to a stop, and Valerie wondered what was going to happen next, perhaps a murderer would come and take her life, giving her release from what she thought was a horrible existence. She welcomed death with open arms, and seriously prayed that this unknown person would just jump out of the car and kill her already.
āValerie?ā It was JC, one of Justinās friends. āAre you ok?ā She just gazed at him from her spot on the road, and nodded her head silently, trying to bite back her tears. He could see that she had been crying, and the sympathy in his blue eyes started to show. Her clothes were mussed and tattered, and her thin, tan frame peeked out from beneath them. She looked down, embarrassed at this encounter. She didnāt know JC that well, but she had always pushed back feelings of attraction from the first day she met him, not wanting to be untrue to her boyfriend. It saddened Valerie for JC to see her like this.
āIām fine.ā Her voice came out barely a whisper. He knew she wasnāt fine, and wished he could comfort her, he wished he could hold her in his arms tightly, and ease whatever pain she was feeling. He had always liked Valerie, but he knew that she had a boyfriend, and he did not want to show his feelings for her, thinking it would complicate her relationship. He never wanted to see her unhappy. He fought the urge to touch her, to reach out and embrace her, and to hold her tightly.
āDo you need a ride home?ā He said, and she let out a silent sob, not able to hold back the tears anymore.
āI-I canāt go homeā¦ā She looked up at him, and his heart sank. He did not ask any questions, but reached out to wipe a stray tear off of her face, but then thought better of it, not wanting to get too close, for fear of more heartbreak.
āYou can come over to my placeā¦ā She just gazed at him, at the saddened expression on his face, and how the wind tousled his hair slightly. He looked radiant in the moonlight, and Valerie couldnāt hide her feelings any longer.
āThank youā¦ā She breathed out, and he reached to grab her hand, leading her to the passenger side of his car. She got in and looked straight ahead, fearing that visions of JCās face would bring out emotions in her that she didnāt want to reveal. He got into the car, starting the drive to his house, stealing glances at Valerie every so often. She looked as if she were being torn up inside, and he began to feel sick himself, not being able to stand seeing her like this, so innocent, and so hurt. He parked in his driveway and walked to the door, Valerie following silently, her hands wrapped in each other protectively.
He ushered her inside the house, and motioned for her to sit down. She sat on the couch, while he quickly went to the kitchen and got a cloth. He had noticed the cut on her head when she had stepped into the light of his house, and wanted to nurse it. She was on the couch curled up in a little ball, eyes closed, trying her hardest not to think of anything hurtful. She felt like committing suicide. JC sat down gently next to her, not wanting to startle her. Her eyes flew open, and she looked at the towel he held in his hand.