Misery Is Sweet

Chapter 14 Breaking It Up

Meika's POV

I find myself pacing back and forth still on this roof even after my man has left, in what sounds like 'my defense'. I appreciate him wanting to help me out, but there is a part of me that thinks this might make things worse not better, but that's the pessimistic side of me.. the optimist in me thinks this will be the next amazing step into the future we both crave for with each other. One can only hope for the best, but only time will tell.

But for now, being up here, even if I'm by myself, does make me feel better with the gorgeous views and fresh air.. it isn't taking me away from my stresses or getting rid of them by any means, but I feel as if I have gone somewhere else for a moment and sometimes that's all you need to feel better... Just to get away from the negativity. This spot makes me feel as if everything is going to be alright, eventually.

I don't know what Kristoff is going to do or exactly what he is going to say to my father but the feeling deep in my gut is telling me this isn't going to be good and I'm absolutely terrified about that thought alone. I know Kristoff means well but if my father takes this the wrong way, or if my brother hears him talking behind his back this could start more sh*t.

Should I try to join him? I don't know if that would help or make things worse right now.. and I don't want to make things worse no matter how badly I want to hear what Kristoff has to say about us and our future.. plus my father told me to stay away.. so maybe I should just respect that and him... I don't know.

I keep pacing back and forth, weighing my options, until I finally come to the conclusion that I should stay out of this until I'm involved with them... Then I realize if I'm going to stay up here, I should get something else to smoke to calm down not just my heart but my running mind, before I do something stupid, like going to Kristoff's defense when he probably doesn't need or want me there... if he did want me there then he probably would have asked me to join him.. so I need to stop these thoughts before I make things worse.. like my brain and its amazing ideas, have been known to do.

I nod to myself, agreeing with that final decision, leaving the rooftop just to head straight to my room and collect what I need to keep this calming idea in my mind going. I head straight back up to the rooftop after I have everything I need for smoking more, but this time around I'm sitting on the edge as I light up the joint. As soon as the tip of the paper slips between my lips there is a weight that lifts off my shoulders, showing me this is exactly what I needed to distract me.

I take a big hit of the smoke that's now replenishing my system and abundantly overfilling all my senses from the burning medicated plant. This is calming my nerves on automatic contact, luckily for me. So I keep sucking in the smoke just to hold it in and feel the lightheadedness that I was craving for right now to ease the pressure in my mind and body.

So much good and bad has happened lately that I honestly don't know how to feel at all. All I know is that I want to take these stresses and put them away for just a moment but my mind won't let that happen.. no matter how badly I want it to.

I know in my heart that Kristoff is good for me because I have felt this natural amazing connection with him for years. There was no pressure for this to happen it just blossomed on its own and who am I to fight what's naturally there in our hearts? He has always made me feel this good but his wanting to be with me and defend me makes my heart swoon.

I just wish we could leave all this, together, just running away from these stresses that no one wants to be a part of.. but maybe he is right, maybe my brother won't let that happen because he hates me so much... I just wish we could leave this all behind us, I know I would do anything to be happy with him.. no matter how desperate that may sound... it's true.

I keep smoking as my eyes wander around the area to see that my father's helicopter is gone.. when did that happen? Since we live far out here in the buttcrack of nowhere, the easiest way to get in and out is by car, plane, or helicopter.. and my father's helicopter is gone.. no one uses that but him.. but when did that happen? I have been up here almost the entire time since Kristoff said he was helping him out before being given the early night... I don't understand what that means.. because if he is not here then that might mean that Kristoff won't be able to talk with him, let alone negotiate anything with him and my brother.. this could be bad.

I keep staring out as I hear the roof door opening behind me. The only person who would assume I'm up here is Kristoff unless it's a mistake and someone is catching me up here smoking. So I turn around with a smirk on my face to talk to whoever it may be... But this alarms all my senses just to see that it's not just my brother but some huge guards that I have never seen before.

I swallow the lump in my throat, turning to face him while accidentally dropping my joint with the shock of it being him and not the man I was hoping for.

"Hey, sis... I thought I might find you up here since you weren't in your room." Craig states stepping closer but still not next to me, but close enough to make me jump to my feet in an alert.

"Why would you be looking for me?" I nervously ask him as I look behind me just to see that I am indeed cornered since I have nowhere to go with the edge of the building behind me and my worst enemy in front of me.

"I wanted to call you out on your bullshit lie from before... I can't believe you would bald-faced lie to my face." He spats as I swallow the nervousness lump that's caught in my throat wanting to step back. I instinctively do but of course run right into the roof's edge, like I knew I would.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I state as he bursts into motion, getting into my face in no time at all. His huge hand latches around my throat and holds me over the edge of the roof spatting in my face. "You don't do you? You don't possibly know what you lied to me about?" He asks again as I shake my head trying to claw his hands from my throat, even if that means falling.

"You ARE with Kristoff just like I told you that you couldn't be and that you even denied earlier.. and don't deny it now because he busted into dad's room, declaring his love for you and that you two will be together.. but you want to know what I said to that?" with every word he explains by yelling, spit accompanies it onto my face. I shake my head as I feel the tears running down from the fear and lack of air to my lungs in his tight grip.

"You don't deserve to know because it won't last anyways.. so you want to know what I plan to do to solve this issue?" He asks me as I shake my head again, not wanting to have any part of this. But this action causes an evil laugh to emerge from his lips, which sends a chilling feeling down my spine.

"Well, I'm happy you don't want to know because it would ruin the amazing surprise I suppose." He spats my face as he drops me from his tight grip. I fall to the ground as I hunch forward just to gasp for air, but he doesn't allow the air to soothe my lungs. He just takes the little bit I have accumulated and gets rid of it by kicking me in the stomach. I spit out the little bit of air I have as his malicious laugh fills my ears.

I can't do anything in response, I feel pressure on my arm, gaining all my attention. But before I can try to do anything to take away the uncomfortable pressure that's been added onto my arm. I realize that it's now pinned under his heavy body.

I cringe trying to pull my arm out from within this uncomfortable pain before anything serious can happen, but it doesn't work. I hear a loud popping and excruciating pain shooting up my arm. I yelp out in pain realizing he has broken my arm in that quick moment. I yell out not knowing what to do as I see my arm folding in a way it never should.

The shock is hitting my body, now intertwined with the pain as I quickly grip my arm not knowing what to do. He laughs louder than ever at my expense before stating. "Stay the f*ck away from your little boy toy."

"He isn't a boy toy to me.. he is so much more than that!" I screech out in pain without a second thought, which might not have been the best thing to say. With his foot making straight abrupt contact with my cheek I know I shouldn't have said that to him. "I don't give a f*ck what he is to you.. all you need to know is that it's done and over with.. right now.. or there will be more consequences.. and they will only get worse from here on out." He spats this at me as he squats down in front of me, gripping my trembling face into his hands. "Do you understand me?" He asks again as I swipe my face out of his grip as I cry to myself, in almost a defeated whimper, still holding my hurt arm in my hands.

"Good girl.. it will only get worse for you if I see or hear about you two together again.. this is your last warning." He 'warns' me as he stands up and walks out of the door, into the building with his goons right behind.

I cry out in pain, feeling it hit me more now that the shock and adrenaline are slowly receding. What do I do now? I have to take care of this.. but what to do after... Maybe I should just run away, leaving this place forever.. if I do that of course I would want to do it with Kristoff but I don't know if I should after this.. but it's either I listen to my heart or mind in this situation.

My mind is telling me to ditch everyone and run for my life before this gets worse for me.. but my heart won't let me stop thinking about Kristoff and what we could have if we stayed together and fought for us.. but at this rate, I wouldn't be able to even figure that out since I can't even have a happy moment with him without my brother ruining it. I don't know what to do right now.

I lean against the wall, using it to help me stand up. I get to my feet as I stumble across the roof and to the heavy door that's so much harder to open when you only have one arm available. I get it open as I use my back to hold the weight so I can slip through. I cradle my limp arm, making my way down the stairs as fast as I can, but honestly, I'm feeling dizzy after all this happening. I don't know if it was the sound of the bone breaking or the intense pain I felt or just how horrific my arm looks going the opposite way.. but I'm feeling so dizzy and now nauseous. I have to keep instructing myself to breathe just so I don't throw up as I make my way to the nurse's corner.

The tears won't stop pouring down my face as I stumble and catch myself from falling, but that doesn't help either because I just keep making contact with my hurt arm. But I can do this, I just have to push past the overwhelming pain... I have to do this and now.