Chapter Twelve (Pt. II)
The Return
(if desired, read Chapter 12.5, which is placed after the epilogue, before reading this chapter.)I run and run and run.
Through dozens of crowds, lights flash before my eyes and noises and tastes and scents all register in my mind until I become incredibly dizzy.
My throat is closing, and I can hardly see through the tears in my eyes. Nasty thoughts are running through my mind, consuming me entirely and I just want to crawl into a hole and die. I was just getting better again. Then Hunter. Then James. I am ruined.
I keep running until I have to stop and refill my burning lungs with oxygen.
My phone is in my pocket.
I pull it out and dial a very familiar number.
I only have to wait two seconds before he picks up.
"Tara? Hey! How are you? Are you okay?" Liam's familiar voice floods into my ears, and I start to calm down. Just a bit.
"Hi Liam," I reply hoarsely, "I'm - uh - still in New York. I-I'm not okay. I have to go home."
"Did that son of a bitch hurt you Tara? I swear to God I'll shred him to pieces!" Liam begins ranting furiously. I don't bother interrupting. Finally, he calms down, "OK. I can get you a plane at...uh...can you make it to JFK airport in an hour and a half? I've got a flight leaving at two fifteen...I can e-mail you the ticket."
"Y-yeah, I can do that. It's like half an hour away. Thank you Liam. Thank you so much."
"It's no trouble for my little sister." I can detect a smile in his tone, "I'm...I'm just glad you're coming back. I mean, aside from the actual reason you're coming home."
"Yeah..." I sniff pitifully, "Love you, Li."
"Love you too, Tare."
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So here I am. It's so painful, going through James's apartment with the spare key I have, chucking all my clothes into my suitcase, sobbing the entire time as my hands run over the familiar surfaces. I must looked like a wreck, which was probably why no taxis want to pick me up. Either that or they are all suddenly so busy at 2 in the morning.
I need a ride to the airport terribly. Though it's night, I have a suitcase, and I'm wearing a damp tshirt and shorts, I decide to take the subway. I didn't want to have to destroy the shreds of dignity I still have calling Caesar or Claire or even Josie for a ride. They won't understand. They'll probably just laugh or something. Typical James.
So I heave my suitcase behind me and start awkwardly making my way down the small slope of a road to Broadway in order to find a subway.
I thought I feel someone grab me, but the hand is suddenly jerked away. My neck snapped up. I am terrified, but ready to fight if I had to.
"You look familiar." A very familiar voice says. My heart drops. I hide my face, hoping he hasn't already seen it. "You okay, doll?" He gently tugs on my elbow.
"Fine." I clear my throat, hoping it'll mask my voice. It is very loud for 2 in the morning on Broadway, but I swear I hear a very sharp intake of breath.
I am spun around, and meet a very familiar pair of dark eyes. He'd cut his hair so it doesn't frame his face in a wind-swept looking way like it used to. He had a leather jacket on despite the raging and muggy heat the New York air provided.
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