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The Beginning of the End (The One that Got Away)
Part 1
Two weeks, five days, six hours, seven minutes, and thirty six seconds. Kaylee could pinpoint down to the second when her heart had been completely shattered into a million tiny shards, pieces so small she knew they would never be put back together. Whoever said time healed all wounds had never lost their other half, not in the way that she had. If she closed her eyes, she could still see Jane England's face when she'd broken the news of Miles departure. She could still hear the choked sob that followed, although whether that came from her or Jane, Kaylee still didn't know. Every minute since that day, every second that ticked away didn't become easier than the one before it; it became harder and Kaylee didn't know how much longer she could live with the constant ache in her chest each time her broken heart beat. There was no cure for the pain, no magical remedy that would erase her heartache and turn her back into the girl she once was. But, there was a temporary release from it, one that she could no longer ignore.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, she stared at the bottle of liquor she'd snuck from her cousin's house, the amber liquid inside beckoning to her. Kaylee had been fighting it for the past two weeks, telling herself that there were no possible way Miles could stay gone that long, that he would be back with a new tattoo or some crazy haircut that would drive his mother insane, with some story of an adventure he'd gone on without her. She'd hold onto her anger until the moment he turned the puppy dog eyes on her and all would be forgiven as if he'd never left her at all. The redhead told herself this story over and over again, but with each minute Miles remained gone, it was getting harder and harder to believe.
The first day after she learned Miles was gone, Kaylee couldn't do anything more than sob her heart out. Her parents both came into her room, trying to do what parents do when their child is heartbroken. Her mother ranted and raved, claiming that she was better off without her trouble making boyfriend, while her father rubbed her back as she sobbed, offering what little comfort he could. Kaylee knew they meant well. Deep in her heart, she knew her parents were hurting in their own silent way but refused to share their pain with her. It didn't help ease her mind; nothing would, at least that's what she thought.
Bloodshot green eyes stared intensely at the amber liquid in the bottle, recalling the way it burned down her throat and into her stomach the first time she'd taken a shot of it. For a while, Kaylee felt nothing but the acidic burn inside her stomach as the liquid churned away, but after a half an hour and two more shots later, the world as she knew it no longer existed. The pain in her chest became a dull ache she could ignore, and for the first time in two weeks, Kaylee managed to sleep through the night without waking up in the middle of the night in search of Miles. She remembered falling back on her cousin's Derrick's bed, the world spinning out of control before her eyes, but the constant voice in her head crying out for Miles finally fell silent. The tears that slipped through the closed lids of her eyes weren't of sadness, but of relief that something had taken her pain from her.
She fought the temptation to give in to the liquor's siren call, ignored the pleading of her heart that begged for another dose, another reprieve from her suffering. The fight was all for not. She couldn't keep pushing it away, not when she knew the bliss of forgetting, even if it was only for a moment.
Pushing herself to her feet, Kaylee's fingers curled around the neck of the bottle, snatching it up quickly without care. The cap was off in the blink of an eye and within seconds the redhead was gulping down a mouthful of the fiery liquid, grimacing as it burned a familiar path down her throat and into her stomach. She pulled the bottle away from her mouth long enough to gasp for air then took another long drink. She didn't know how much she actually drank, didn't even bother to glance at the contents of the bottle to measure it out. All Kaylee cared about was the excruciating wait between the time the liquor hit her stomach to the moment she felt the world begin to spin. Kaylee almost took another few sips, hoping to speed the process along. If she had more, she probably would have. For now, she needed to conserve the precious liquid for as long as she could.
Her hand hesitated to replace the cap of the bottle, her heart crying out for more of the blissful numbness she knew it could provide. Her arm began to lift the bottle back to her lips, but the sound of footsteps shuffling past her door caused her to screw the lid back on and hastily roll the bottle under her bed. With her breath trapped in her lungs, Kaylee waited in nervous silence for the light tap of knuckles against the wood, for one of her parents to call out to her before they threw the door open. Her breath held until she heard the footsteps trudge back up the stairs to the kitchen, her lungs burning with a need for air as she pushed out a heavy exhale. She'd avoided getting caught this time; not that she truly cared. So what if she was drinking? Didn't she deserve some peace? Wasn't she entitled to drown her sorrows just a little? Everyone thought she'd lost a boyfriend, but Kaylee knew better than that. When Miles left, he hadn't just left her, he'd taken her heart and part of her soul along with him. How was she supposed to cope with that without some help?
After ensuring that the bottle was safely tucked away in one her drawers, Kaylee flopped onto her bed, rolling onto her side to stare blankly at the ceiling, refusing to let her eyes fall on any of the framed pictures hanging on the wall. With the alcohol coursing through her veins, her body became heavy and her mind grew silent. It wouldn't last; it never did, but it was enough to send her off into a dreamless sleep for a little while.
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