~+ Clean +~ •Lovertation•

~+ Chapter 16 +~

"Oh." Was all I could get out before I hung up, my phone clattering off the edge of the bed to the floor.

She can't be gone. That was the one thought that replayed in my mind until finally, my eyes fell shut and I fell asleep.

"Rep, baby, wake up," the voice rang out, sweet as ever.

I groaned, my eyes flicking open to see the blonde leaning over me, her hair falling over my face. I grinned, leaning up to press a kiss to her lips. She kissed back, the same kisses I thought I lost.

"I knew you were okay," I mumbled, pulling the girl onto the bed and curling up to her.

"Why wouldn't I be?" The girl chuckled, running her hands through my hair.

She was okay.

And then, I woke up. I realized that tears had slipped out of my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away as I got up and finally changed into a black hoodie and black jeans, the same outfit Lover would swoon over. I winced at the thought of her and walked downstairs, glancing at my dad sitting on the couch, a beer in his hand.

I couldn't believe the words that slipped out of my mouth as I looked at him, the sight bitter. "I fucking hate you."

The man stood up, tossing the bottle aside, glaring down at me. "The actual fuck you just say to me?" He demanded, his voice sharp and threatening.

I met him with the same glare, my fists clenching at my sides. "I said, I fucking hate you!" I yelled back, and for the first time, dodged when he swung.

He took a step back, shocked, then lunged forward, attempting to tackle me, but I was too fast. I let him run at nothing, then I tackled him to the ground, straddling him as I slammed my fist into his face, my other hand clutching at his collar to keep him still.

Lover's gone. He never gave a fuck about her. She would want me to do this. I hate him. I hate everyone. They said she would be okay. She was supposed to be okay, now she's gone. I'll never get to wake up with my arm slung over her waist and her head buried in her neck, I'll never get to laugh on the bus with her, we'll never be able to take late night walks and talk about nothing, yet everything at the same time. Everything's gone. Her face, her hair, her eyes, her smile that sent rays of beaming sunshine to everyone she looked at, her waist that I loved to hold onto, her legs that carried her along wherever we went. She was gone.

When I finally pulled away from my dad, his face was unrecognizable and painted in red, my fists dripping with a mix of his blood and mine. His head lolled to the side, a sight I had never seen, but it made me smile wickedly as I stood up slowly, grabbing my backpack and spitting on him as I walked out of the door, strolling off to school, drops of red splattering the pavement. I finally made it to school, but throughout the entire day, I had sworn out a few teachers and I had beaten up two students. I walked back home, flipping my dad off who was sitting timidly and embarrassedly on the couch, holding an ice pack to his nose.

I let myself crumple to my bed, leaning over to my nightstand and swallowing a few sleeping pills. I fell asleep quickly, my head lolling to the side as my eyes fluttered shut.

A warm sunlight spilled into the room as I rubbed my eyes and walked in, glancing at the Blonde girl waiting by the counter, stirring coffee. The sight caused a pang of anger in my heart.

Lover's expression softened as she placed her mug down, walking forward and taking my hands. "Hi. I'm sorry." Was all the girl said, pressing a kiss to my lips. I kissed her back, but I couldn't help pulling away from her with clenched fists and an angry expression.