Page 6 of Broken Harmony
Without Lulu, what's the point?
Sadly, life keeps going, and time keeps moving forward.
Question is... do I stay here, knowing that if I keep trying to change things, I’ll most likely wind up arrested? Or do I go, give us some time, and try again when the dust has settled? They can’t keep her forever, right?
Damn, being young and in love only leads to heartbreak.
Chapter 2
“We better get going, don’t want to miss your flight!” my dad, Calvin, calls from downstairs.
“Coming!” I call back, letting out a small huff as I take a look around my room. Everything here will stay the same; meanwhile, I’ll be gone, starting over new... hopefully.
It’s a contest, and there’s no way of knowing if I’ll even win. The best I can hope for is a fun summer with good memories.
Yeah, okay. How the fuck is that going to happen when it hurts to breathe?Any time I let my mind wander, all I can think of is her.
It’s been a week since everything went down with Lulu, and I’m still a wreck. My parents keep trying to hype up my summer with my uncle, but what do they expect? For me to just forget that I lost my best friend, the girl I’ve been in love with for years?
Yes, I’m going to go and I’m going to try my hardest to win. I didn’t put all this work into my music and enter this competition for nothing.
Still, I know anytime I let things go quiet, I’ll hear her voice. Her laugh. Her fucking moans as my tongue slipped past her lips and—
“Alisha!” Mom calls up. “Let’s go.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, shaking my head, snapping myself out of my thoughts. I don’t need to go there. Not again.
Tell that to yourself when you're alone at night with your hand between your thighs, thinking of her.
I’m so fucked up.
Looking at my phone, I curse when I see the time. Quickly, I shove the rest of my things into my bag and throw it over my shoulder.
I’m about to leave when I pause, looking down at my nightstand at the photo of Lulu and me. We’re all big smiles, wild hair, and our arms wrapped around each other. Fuck, what I’d give to go back to that day.
Swallowing hard, I turn my attention away from the photo, hand itching to grab and shove it into my bag. I won’t, because it’s bad enough I see her gorgeous face every time I look at my lock screen. Rolling over and waking up to that photo every morning doesn’t sound like a healthy way to cope.
Making sure I have everything I need, I do one last check around my room before heading downstairs.
“Alright, I’m ready.”
“My baby!” Mom rushes over to me, wrapping me up in a tight hug.
“It’s only for the summer.” I laugh, hugging her back.
“I know,” she sniffs. “But if you win, it’s going to be longer.”
After finding out Lulu wasn’t coming with me to California, I told myself that if I didn’t win the competition, I’d be coming back home.
While being a singer has always been a dream of mine, if it’s not in the cards for me, there’s no reason for me to start over in California.
Originally, if I didn’t win, I planned on staying because Lulu would be going to a university nearby.
Now she’s not.
“Got everything?” my dad, Ryder, asks.
“Yup. I think so.”
