💕If Only We Knew💕

Honest When It Rains

A/n: don't play the video till I tell you for the best experience;) trust me it's worth it. Also when paragraphs are written like this then it's either a flashback or thought to self. Enjoy it's what we've all been waiting for.

Saturday April 18

Bennys pov:

"Hey, do you know what's up with y/n? Did she tell you anything?" I asked DeNunez hoping he'd know.
"No she hasn't. I was about to ask you the same thing."

We both looked back at y/n who had her head laid on her books tiredly. Was it because of last night? I wonder what happened, why her mother was screaming...

I shook my head looking back at y/n. I hated seeing her like this, it hurt my heart. I wish I could do something that would make her smile just once. One smile was all I needed.

Through out the whole school day me and the guys hadn't asked a thing.

We knew y/n didn't like talking about her feelings. She never did, she'd rather be alone.

Back to your pov...

I went straight to my room and plopped on my bed resuming the crying I had done this morning.

Hours had gone by and I still felt tired, sad, and lifeless. I was waiting out the tide till this week was over.

I hated the fact knowing this week was the week my dad had died. The week that would change our lives forever.

"Dad!" You screamed seeing a huge red truck loose its control on its steering wheel. You saw the lights go bright and just like that, you saw nothing.

What seemed to be hours of lying in the cold it really had only been a couple of minutes before the sirens wails reached you guys.

You sat there expressionless as you saw your mother sobbing trying to unbuckle herself.

He had hit his head too hard. Seeing him there, starring back at you, a tear beginning to peek from his eyes.

You felt like it was your fault. If only you hadn't suggested going home that night instead of staying the night at your aunties due to your sickness.

What was this... was this really happening? Was he really being pulled in by an ambulance? Was he really gone?

I looked at the ceiling teary eyed and imagined what it would be like if the world hadn't decided to take his life then.

"Dad?" I called out hoping his ghost could hear me.

I chuckled to myself, "I can't believe I'm doing this right now. Talking to no one."

I sat up hesitant to go further. "If your hearing me, I miss you. If there's any way, please come back."

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A couple of days had gone by leading up to the Saturday he had died. Each day got harder and harder.

I was just waiting, waiting for the moment I'll break.

Each day progressively felt like i was riding a hurricane of emotions. They boiled up inside up me waiting till I'll explode.

Even though the boys had been trying to make me laugh.

"Maybe we should... tickle her!" Benny than quickly tickled my stomachs. I giggled pushing his hands away, "she laughed!" He smiled.

I held the smile a bit longer, he'd been trying hard all week to make me smile. But the smile slowly faded back into my memories.