Disenchanted Lullabye

I woke up with a bright smile on my face. I was still surprised that I would soon be going on a date with Jaime Preciado. We had it planned for tonight since it was the only day that I didn't have work. I was giddy for tonight. Jaime wouldn't tell me where we were going or what we were doing so it made it hard for a girl like me to find something to wear. My wardrobe mostly consisted of jeans, hoodies, sweats and t-shirts. I was pretty laid back with my clothing unless
I had to dress up. I figured I would just wear a nice shirt with some jeans.

Jaime wasn't picking me up until six so I was just gonna hang around at home and edit some pictures before I had to get ready. The only thing I had to go out for was to get groceries.

I groaned remembering that I had to get up and go before I just said 'fuck it' and stayed home. I got up, took my shower, got dressed and walked out to my car. It was still fairly early so there would be too much traffic getting to the store.

I looked up for a split second to have someone cover my mouth with their hand and drag me away from my car. I fought against the person to get away but they tossed me in there car and I started to freak out.

"Hey, calm down, Randa." I looked over at the person who had just kidnapped me from my vehicle.

"Chris, what the fuck are you doing here?" I said through choppy breaths. He simply smiled, locked the car and started to drive.

"You wouldn't let me talk to you on the phone so I came here to talk in person." The sick twisted smile that made its way to his face terrified me.

We drove for a while until we were out of the city. He hadn't said much but he kept saying how much he missed me. He had me, he did fucked up shit and lost me.

I wasn't familiar with where we were, we must've been somewhere up in the mountains.

"Chris, why did you come here?" I asked hesitantly and he looked over at me with a sad smile.

"I want you back." He said with bright eyes as if I was already his.

"Chris, you know how I feel." I looked away from him as I said this.

"Miranda, I know I did some pretty messed up things but you need to know that I am sorry about it all."

"IF YOU WERE SORRY, YOU WOULD HAVE NEVER DONE IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN, CHRIS!" I yelled. The memories filled my head; The broken arm, the black eye, the bruises.

"You know, I thought you would understand but I can see that we're gonna be here a while to get it through your thick fucking head." He scoffed and shook his head.

"I can't stay. I have a life here now. You can't just come here and expect me to drop everything to continuously tell you that we're never gonna get back together. I'm sorry that you are just now realizing that you lost something good but I came here primarily to get away from you and your temper." I said sourly and was hit with the back of a hand in return.

"You little bitch, you never fucking learn, do you? You are mine and nobody else can have you. Get that in your head and keep it there." he snarled while I sat still in shock from the blow to my face.

He revved up the rental car and sped out of the lot leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. Where he was taking me, I couldn't say but I feared that this time, I wouldn't be able to leave so easily.

"Miranda, I'm sorry for hitting you." He said as we drove but I stayed quiet. I wanted nothing to do with him. I was not his and I never wanted to be again. I knew I had my phone in my back pocket but I didn't dare pull it out in front of him.

"Chris, you didn't have to kidnap me to talk. I hope you realize that." I said quietly while watching the scenery pass by.

"Yes I did. You wouldn't talk to me and this was the only way." He sighed. He looked terrible compared to the last time I saw him. His brown eyes used to sparkle, his smile was always bright, he was a beautiful guy until you became his girlfriend. He was a snake disguised by a charming, good looking guy.

"I know that I wouldn't answer your calls but even you know that it was for good reason. I get that you miss me but I... I just can't go through that again, Chris. We both have to move on with our lives and realize that we weren't right for each other. We can still be friends but, to be honest, you're toxic." I looked at him for the first time since being in the car and he pulled over.

"We can still be friends? Are you serious? You really think that I want to just be friends with you?! I loved you!" He yelled in an angry tone but his eyes told me that he was just heartbroken.

"Chris, We had a good thing for a while but I needed to move on. You know how bad that I wanted to be out here and start a new life. You tried to hold me back from that. I would have never done that to you! Connecticut just wasn't cutting it for a photographer like myself. I couldn't just do weddings and baby pictures and Maybe a concert every now and then. I was lucky to get out here and get my dream job! I'm sorry that you love CT but as much as I love it too, I had to leave everything that it held and do something for myself." I said without getting overly emotional.

"But why did you have to leave me?" He asked softly.

"Honestly, I couldn't deal with all of the drugs and beatings. You know that I hated any kind of violence even when it was just yelling. You also know that I am not the biggest partier. I needed to get away from all of it, not just you." I sighed and I could see he was trying hard not to cry. "I will always be here for you, Chris, just not as your girlfriend. I would be here for you if you wanted to get help with your anger problems. I would be here for you if you wanted to get help for everything else. I won't stand by you if you keep doing what you're doing though. It's not good for anyone involved."

"My mom hates me." He said as the tears ran down past his cheeks. "Your mom even hates me. I mean, shit. You're brother almost killed me." He chuckled but in the saddests way.

"I can't speak for my brother or my mother but I know your mother just hates who you've become. You will always be her son and she loves you. You just need to get some help and change your ways." I was trying my hardest to get him on a good side so I could get home safely. While I cared about him to an extent, I knew at any moment he could put me into the hospital.

He didn't say anything else after that. He just started the car and eventually brought me home.

He pulled up next to my car and turned the car off.

"I'm sorry I did this." He said and looked at me genuinely.

"When are you going home?" I asked.

"My flight is tomorrow morning." He sighed and I nodded.

"Well, I hope you get home safely" I smiled slightly, anxious to get out of the car.

"Thanks." I started to open the door when he started to speak again. "When will you be home again?" he asked and I thought.

"I'm not sure. Probably around Christmas."

"Ok. Bye Miranda." He said coldly; a complete change of demeanor from a few minutes ago.

I quickly got out of the car and got into my own and locked the doors and waited for him to drive away.

When he was finally out of the parking lot, I broke down. I was so scared of this ever happening. I'm lucky that he believed the things I said and let me come home. I'm sure I wouldn't have been so lucky if his plan had worked out the way he wanted it to.

I calmed myself down enough to drive. I had only a few hours until Jaime picked me up for our date but right now, my only concern was my safety. I didn't care about the date that I was excited for this morning, in fact, I was dreading it now.

Maybe I was just being paranoid but I knew Chris would be following me until he left and that scared the living shit out of me.

I didn't want any of the boys to get involved in my mess of a past life but I also didn't want to cancel on Jaime because it was so hard to get a day where I didn't have to work.

I did my shopping and went straight home to get ready for my date. I checked everywhere, looking for the car Chris was driving and when I saw no sight of the car or a trace of him, I felt safe to get out of my car.


Tonight would be interesting but a nerve-wracking experience. Hopefully, it all goes as planned.

Notes

This could have gone one of two ways and I chose the latter........ for now.


Would you like to see the date(OooOoOoh) in Jaime's or Miranda's POV? Or Both? just curious.


Hope you liked this! Be prepared for more 'fun' ;)

Hope you are all doing well!
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~Becca xx