Meet me Halfway

PART 1 It was his face, his handsome face, that appeared in my line of vision. The look he was giving me was alluring, captivating my entire being. But a tinge of sadness tainted it, making no sense. Just like everything else, I couldn't grasp what was going on. And most of all, I couldn't remember who he was. -- My eyes fluttered open, slowly adapting to the sudden assault of brightness. "Kate?" my mother's voice sounded relieved. When I fully regained my vision, I saw her worried expression as her face hovered above mine. Tears were spilling from her beautiful browns, confusing me while I attempted to understand what was going on. Beside her was my sister, bearing the same look and so as my father. I tried to sit up and reassure them that I was okay; no need for them to worry about me. But that would be a blatant lie. Before I heard the beeping from a nearby heart monitor, I realized I was lying in a hospital bed. The smell of antiseptic hit me next, followed by the we

It was suspicious. My mother gathered all of us in the living room. Kelsea was called from her apartment. She had moved out five years ago. She now shares an apartment with a roommate and lives side-by-side with her boyfriend. It was a three-hour trip by car. Usually, Mom gathered the family when there was a huge announcement. I silently prayed that she doesn't go in front of us in the living room and look so sick she might throw up. Most of the time, when she did that, it was horrible news, and I didn't need any of that right now. But when her eyes met mine, I just knew that whatever was coming was inevitably something I wouldn't like. "Kate, honey, I'm really grateful to have you back after that terrible accident. Heaven forbid, I could have lost a child, and I honestly do not know how to take that." Dad pulled me close and planted a kiss on the crown of my head while Mom was yet to be done with her speech. "I know that you think we're being paranoid, ridiculous and everythin

It was April 23rd, one month after the accident. So far, my bruises had somehow healed except for the tiny violet marks still visible. However, I looked a lot better than the last time I looked in the mirror. It was still summer in the Philippines, which made me puff out a great sigh the moment I realized that I'd be doing nothing while waiting for my parents to send me home to them, to Los Angeles finally, so I could at least have my life back. Things wouldn't be different, but I'd feel more like myself. I'd be in school with my friends Daisy, Jennifer and Lauren, and I'll find Kyle and ask him directly. That could be one of the many reasons my parents wanted me to be here so that I couldn't see Kyle and I won't be able to find out what happened. I chewed on the insides of my cheeks and drifted into my subconscious. I didn't count out the possibility that Kyle might have been my boyfriend or best friend, something like that, given that there was no other reason why I knew every s

'Meet me in that same place tomorrow, 11 pm sharp.' I repeated his exact words over and over again. That brief moment overwhelmed me so much that I pressed end before either of us could say anythng more. Thus, I received that text right after. I wasn't able to sleep at all. I was jumpy the following day that I agreed to whatever my Aunt wanted me to do. She probably regretted bringing me to the mall; we stayed indoors today and had people come over. They were Allen's friends. Her goal was to get me to meet a few peers and keep me busy. At 11 am, I rode along the jokes and games that Allen and his friends had thought of. There was Steve, Tristan and Rain for his mates, and there was Chenny, Jessica and Rachel for the girls who were their girlfriends. Allen just broke up with his' for reasons he won't share with me, so he was still moving on. By 4 in the afternoon, I was forced to wear a two-piece swimsuit and chill with the crew by the pool in my Aunt's backyard. It was

"Kate, Kate honey, what are you doing on the couch?" I blinked, unable to process what Aunt Hilda had just said. I found my Aunt's face hovering above me, once again that worried expression plastered on it. Couch? What was I doing on the couch? Pieces of what transpired the night before came to mind. "Um," I started, still disoriented. My eyes caught the television set and uttered the first thing that came to mind. "I uh watched movies." I lied, then stared at the television safely unplugged and not running. My Aunt stared at me, brow raised. I cleared my throat. "Then I got too lazy to get to my room, so I decided to sleep here." I shrugged and stared down at myself. Eff, who am I fooling? I was wearing a full going-out attire except for my sneakers which had been taken off and placed on the carpet. "Hmm," Aunt Hilda eyed me, smelling the little white lie. I bit my lower lip. "Sorry," I said, sounding really guilty. Aunt Hilda shook her head at me and smiled brightly.