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Restoring Force

Chapter 3

Austin's POV

"Hey honey, what are you doing out here all by yourself?" A girl with long, peroxide blonde hair asked as she walked over to where I was sitting.
"Just thinking." I muttered, taking another swig from the bottle in my hand.
She sat down next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. She was wearing way too much perfume, to the point where it was suffocating me as she continued to sit too close. I tried to ignore her and keep my focus on the trees in front of me. I wasn't in the mood for a conversation right now and I definitely wasn't in the mood for what she so obviously had planned.
She extended her fake-tanned leg in front of her and ran her palms up it, practically begging for my attention. I rolled my eyes at the petty attempt. The funny thing was, I'd probably have fallen for someone like her before I met him.

The bottle was now empty and the girl was on my lap, straddling me. She was staring down at me with wide, blue eyes. Her face was heavily made-up, her eyes surrounded in clumps of black lashes, her skin coated in foundation that was so thick I could see it practically melting away from her in the heat, and lips so pink that they were blinding, even from out here in the dark.
"I bet I could get you to stop thinking about your problems, even just for tonight." She whispered before pressing a kiss to my neck. "I could make you forget everything."


* * *

Six months later, I married Gielle. Just a few months of being away from him and I got married. I can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous I was at the time. I was hurting so much from leaving him and I wanted nothing more than to get rid of the pain, so I got married. At first I thought that maybe I did love her. I mean, I must have done, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked her to marry me in the first place. Nobody stands at an alter and says “I do” if they’re not in love, do they? I’d like to think I did love her. It’d make me look less of an emotionless prick if I did. But no matter how much I tried to reassure myself, I knew I was just being selfish. I knew that I was only using her to try and fill the hole in my heart that formed the day I left Alan.

I sigh and roll down the car window, feeling both the heat from the sun and the breeze from the sea hit my face. I breathed in the scent of the California air and smiled. It smelt like home. I drove for a while, taking the long way to my new apartment. I passed my old school and my old house, triggering me to think of my dad and how he’s living there all alone. I’d check in on him but I knew he wouldn’t want to see me. I turned down a few streets and found myself about to pass Alan's old house. I park across the street once I approach it and stare out at the house. Was he in there? Does he even still live there? I remember over hearing his parents talking to my dad at my mum’s funeral about how they were having trouble with him and I wanted nothing more than to ask them what the matter was. But I knew Alan would have told his parents what had happened and I knew they probably hated me for leaving him.

I shake my head and grip the steering wheel tighter, turning up the volume of the Slipknot CD, which was currently playing through my car’s speakers, and sped off away from all the bad memories. Maybe it was a bad idea moving back to Huntington Beach. Maybe I should have gone somewhere else instead. I knew that all it would do is make me think more of Alan and increase my chances of bumping into him. God, what if I see him? I haven’t prepared for that. I don’t even know what I’d say or what I’d do or even if I’d say anything at all. I doubt he’d want to speak to me back though. I doubt anyone would. I haven't spoken to any of my old friends for years.

I pull into the parking lot of an apartment complex and climb out of my car, grabbing a few boxes from the trunk and stacking them in my arms. I climbed the stairs and tried as best as I could to unlock the door to my new apartment whilst holding the boxes. I kicked the door open with my foot and walked in. It was a good size; two bedrooms, not that I needed two but I figured the extra room would come in handy for storage purposes.
I had only seen this apartment from the photos that were on the internet as I couldn’t travel over to view it before buying it. You see, right now I was either making the best decision of my life, or the worst. I had bought this apartment three weeks ago without telling my, now ex, wife. I had been trying to leave Gielle for some time now but she was just making it impossible; constantly threatening me in order to scare me and make me stay. I was never happy in the relationship but the last few months have just been unbearable and I knew I had to get out. So, here I am about to make a new start, in a not so new place. This is the first place she’ll come looking for me but it’s the only place I’m familiar with and I’d be too afraid to start somewhere completely new. I’m definitely not afraid of her though. If she wants to drive all the way over here and demand me to come back then so be it but she won’t get me to leave, not this time. All she’s done the past few years is distance me from all of my friends and family and I’m not allowing anyone to ever do that again.

I peered inside one of the boxes and noticed an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels. I stared at it for what seemed like hours, contemplating the pros and cons in my head. I’m here for a fresh start. Gielle isn't here anymore so there’s no need to drink, right?

* * *

The bottle was empty and I was getting frustrated. It was getting dark now and with all of my belongings still unpacked I figured I wasn’t going to have a very comfortable night, especially with the new waves of loneliness that were washing over me. So, I did the only thing I ever did when my feelings started to arise, I began the short walk to the nearest bar. Old habits die hard, I guess.

Notes

HEY GUYS! Wow, I'm back and writing again! I would just like to say a HUGE thank you to all that commented. You were nothing but supportive and it's really inspired me to keep on with this fic. So, as you can see I have started to re-write it. Chapters 1 and 2 haven't been altered much which is why they're not deleted but I've changed Austin's side of the plot significantly and I'm hoping this works better for the story. If you have me on mibba then you will know that I am currently writing another cashby fic and maybe a few one-shots at the minute which will be uploaded sometime next month but this story is my main priority right now.
Thank you everyone so much for being patient and I promise this will be back to regular updates now since I have chapters pre-written again. Yay for the return of inspiration!

- Georgia x

Comments

Very good story! :-)

manythingsme manythingsme
1/12/15

When will u update? I love this story so far

saybre_Williams saybre_Williams
12/22/14

When will u update? I love this story so far

saybre_Williams saybre_Williams
12/22/14

I love this story so much, the rewrite is going so well! update soon :) <3

UPDATE THIS STORY LIKE NOW PLEZASE BECAUSE YOU CAN'T LEAVE IT LIKE THIS COME ON!!! *balls fist in hair and tugs hard*